Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Arizona

Challenged to write a song in a genre I'd never attempted, I came up with this. I don't exactly know what genre it is (jazz, bossa nova?) but I like it.


Arizona

when I came to I was in Arizona playing bottleneck guitar

whoever’d hit me stole the dollar fifty I was saving for the bar

I was nursed to health by a wealthy widow from Pompeii

when I’m in danger it’s always a stranger who comes and saves the day

she held me close and told me of the oceans and volcanoes from her home

sounds great I said but it’s late and I’d really rather roam

don’t leave she cried I believe we would be happy if you stayed

but she’s in love and I’m rather reluctant so I’m calling it a day

on the slow road out to California I met Poseidon’s son

I told him nep was my favorite tune but he didn’t get the pun

I felt sea sickly as he pulled me quickly underneath the waves

but nothing’s like a bath in the aftermath of such a day

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