Two months till the fire walk! There was idle talk of a song. This is a work in progress.
Ordinarilly the muses will show me some 3 or 4 chords to go with my lyrics, but on this ocassion, prompted by the comments of some good friends, I understand that my compostion must, in fact, be new words to an old tune – a tune that happens to fit the situation rather well.
This is slightly complicated by the fact that it is not MY old tune, and it remains to be seen whether fair use under “parody and caricature” will be allowed by Facebook (I can’t post video direcly here -I’m too big a cheapskate).
That’s completely aside from the absence of a full horn section, and the fact that I am not (yet?)a country and western singer song writer guitarist , virtually synonymous with the genre.
By way of a “sneak preview”, and with extensive apologies to June Carter-Cash and Merle Kilgore, I offer a gentle homage to “the man in black” from “the man who ain’t dead yet”
(You’ll need to imagine the horns , and the guitar for just now).
Life, is burning flame, when, Wilson is your name
I’m, going to risk my soles, walk-ing on burning coals.
I will walk on a burning pit of fire.
Put money down down down, you may see me expire,
I may burn burn burn, in a pit of fire, in a pit of fire.
They asked, “do I know the Pain?”
I said,listen to my refrain.
I’ve burned, in all kinds of fire.
Except, for a funeral pyre
I have gazed in a blazing ray of fire
Laser in my eye, should have been aimed higher,
and I burn burn burn, in the suns red fire, in the suns red fire.
Reached, in an oven hot.
Glove, I was wearing – not
Sizzle comes from my hand,
left me, a burning brand.
I got burned by a spitting fat frier
I have friction-burns, from a spinning tyre
and I burned burned burned, when my shirt caught fire, when my shirt caught fire.
My eye-brows went away,
A gas – jet was in play
My finger tips were numbed,
liquid Ni-trogen still burned.
I lit my hair with a cigarette lighter,
I fell asleep on a blazing gas fire
and I burned burned burned, in a barbeque fryer, a barbeque friar.
(reprise chorus) I will walk in this pit of fire
for a worthy cause you must all bid higher,
I won’t turn turn turn, from the pit of fire, from the pit of fire
No I won’t turn turn turn, from the pit of fire, if you all bid higher.
THis should be the just giving page you know you want to see me do it….
Next week on IaDL, does anyone know a horn section in the Kilmarnock area?
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