At our lunch time creative writing workshop, Dan Licardo, an awesome musician and novelist, talked about songwriting.
He said a song can include rhyme. The message of a song can be more direct and easily understood than other types of writing. So I tried my hand at songwriting on my lunch hour. Here’s how my song went:
Your face reminded me of the sun Bright and sweet and always on the run You run so fast, you run so far You run and steal my Chevy car I called my daddy, I called the cop But they couldn’t find you Not even in the hills of Vermont I took my gun, I went on the run I run down to the Virginia-ay shore And there I found you with a two-bit whore She had her legs and arms around my baby I squinted my eye, I pulled the trigger But you said, “Honey, Honey, I mean maybe? Give me ‘nother chance?” I’m seeing red, And that floozy in the motel room She got up and fled But you lay there all weak and sad and mad Like the moon, behind a cloud, You went all bad Honey, you went bad on me Now I’m going bad on you Because there’s just some things My man ain’t supposed to do The first is steal my Chevrolet car That’s the first step you took just a little too far The second is you left me all alone With the babies and the dishes You think you really flown? Ha, you ain’t seen nothing Sniveling on that bed Pale and begging and, oh so red Caught red-handed, I put down my gun I take my car keys, then take your clothes Just for fun Don’t come back like the morning sun Don’t come back when you’re broke ‘Cause my babies need a pappy Not a two-bit joke Plus I’m a little honey who needs a little bit a love So I got me an ad on Craigslist Gonna find some new sun shining from above
So that’s the woman’s part of my song. And then the man’s part comes in:
In the field there was a daisy But you only saw me like I’m crazy Yes, honey, I did you wrong I took up with a honey on the wrong side of town But you knew I loved the nightlife I loved the song and the show I told you that when we married, oh so long ago When the babies started coming And you just wouldn’t stop I tried to re-enlist in the Army And head back to Iraq But they didn’t take me You know I loved your hair, long and red And I’m sorry that you caught me With your sister in that cheap motel bed. We thought we were done for But you spared me and that debt I will repay Just one more thing Can you send me some bail money? And then I’ll be on my way