So…last week I shared half of a song. During the week, I finished it, and I’m going to share the lyric here. Not sure it quite meets what I want as a song to keep working on, but it was important to me to finish what I started.
I also got started on a new song inspired by a couple of memes I’ve seen online, the type that go, “I meditate, I smudge, and I still want to smack some people.” I’ve got a chorus and a collection of possible lines; my goal is to finish this song for you for *next* week. The working title is “Namaste, MF!”
Meanwhile, here’s the *finished* draft lyric for “Georgia Sand, Florida Clay:”
I was somewhere on the outskirts of Atlanta
At a quiet bar, waiting for Rush Hour to clear
When the woman at my right downed a shot and then she sighed
And in the corner of her eye I could see the start of tears
Can I offer you a drink for your sorrows?
She said yes, and we chatted for a while
I said, “You could come escape; if you follow me tomorrow
To my place down by the beach, I bet it could make you smile”
CHORUS
Will you stroll on my Florida Sand
And leave your Georgia Clay
Will you come south, maybe take my hand
Even though it’s a little far away?
I was only halfway joking, and she chuckled in reply
And said, “You’re really very sweet, but I can’t accept
It’s not just that you’re a stranger, see, I really have to try
To mend my wounded life and make an end to my regrets
So I can’t stroll on your Florida Sand
And leave my Georgia Clay
I’d love to talk, maybe hold your hand
But I just can’t run away
I left her my number in case she ever changed her mind
Paid our tab, and I headed south again
Something about her eyes makes me think of her from time to time
Perhaps someday she’ll call, and tell me then:
“I’m coming to stroll on your Florida Sand
And leaving my Georgia Clay
To talk with you, and hold your hand
And we can share our days”