FAWM#04: Firecracker in Reverse

Ok. Reality has set in on yet another February: I am neither one step closer to rockstardom and again it appears I am going to fail FAWM’s 14 song challenge. In any case, here’s the 3rd of probably not 14 songs. It’s called Firecracker in Reverse and it goes a little something like this:

Firecracker in Reverse

It came to me first thing in the morning and certainly NOT the type of song I’d usually write and not a way I’d typically sing but…I just went with it.

Lyrics:

I’m just a firecracker in reverse, I try take the explosion
And shove it back in the paper and undo the damage I done
Yeah, I’m just a firecracker in reverse, a cracker can’t help the fire
I gotta unsay the words, and put em’ back, and unfire the gun

Oh, West Covina’s golden son
Peter Piper picked her one
Heavy handed heaven hound
I had the heart but I had to run
And I had a run in with the law
Then wandered off to Arkansas
But the air was wet and the ground dry
And I was back by mid-July
When I got back, a redneck here was grabbin’ at my shirt
He said, “Move on, peckerwood!”
I left him lying in the dirt

I’m just a firecracker in reverse, I try take the explosion
And shove it back in the paper and undo the damage I done
Yeah, I’m just a firecracker in reverse, a cracker can’t help the fire
I gotta unsay the words, and put em’ back, and unfire the gun

Oh, we had the chapel, had the ring
Had the date and everything
But I met a girl and I heard her sing
Then I was sure that grass was green
Left it all to be with her
But her was now in love with him
Then I went back to find
That weeping woman left behind
When I got back her papa there was was grabbin’ at my shirt
He said, “Coming back was dumb!”
I left him lying in the dirt

I’m just a firecracker in reverse, I try take the explosion
And shove it back in the paper and undo the damage I done
Yeah, I’m just a firecracker in reverse, a cracker can’t help the fire
I gotta unsay the words, put em’ back, and unfire the gun

Oh, I took to Simi in the fog
With a gun and a dog
With my finger on the trigger
And a bead on hog
I had bacon by eleven
And by noon there came around
A man saying, “Son, my suey can’t be found!”
And when he saw my skillet he was grabbin’ at my shirt
I said, “thank you for the breakfast!”
Left him lying in the dirt.

I’m just a firecracker in reverse, I try take the explosion
And shove it back in the paper and undo the damage I done
Yeah, I’m just a firecracker in reverse, a cracker can’t help the fire
I gotta unsay the words, and put em’ back, and unfire the gun

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FAWM#02: Old Adam! Old Adam!

2 down and 12 more to go! I’ve got a good feeling about this month. I think I might hit my 14 song goal for the first time ever (and this is my seventh FAWM!) I will be pleased as punch if I even make it half way but I think.

Here’s the second song out of February.

I wrote the melody and figured out the theme while sitting on a stool next to my wife as she made dinner. (I do think my wife needs a round of applause for dealing with me during FAWM. There’s a term for her amongst the community of songwriters who participates: a FAWM widow). My cruddy guitar playing lead me to a simple 3 chord verse & melody and actually I’ve been kicking around the title ‘Old Adam” for a while in my head. It’s actually based ever so loosely on my little brother Adam. He’s still a ‘youngster’ of 13 but for as long as I can recall he’s been as grumpy and as salty as an ‘elder’ of 93. The name ‘Old Adam’ struck me as a great name for an old country murder ballad so I borrowed my young Adam for inspiration and wrote him into a song that’s supposed to be 130 years old. My young Adam isn’t so fond of church-goin’ (neither was I at that age for that matter) but he’s still of that age that he’s made to go with ma & pa so I kind of took that thought, matured it and put it on my grown-up Old Adam character…a rowdy old-soul, out looking for vengeance for some wrong done against him and is at odds with God, troubled and weighed down by that God.

Though this is a first draft of a song really, I am fond of the lyrics. What’s a little unclear is the middle bit where the narrator says;

Your mother’s heart’s made of wax
And your heart’s made of red clay
And your sins are like the sun…”

I tried to get the concept through that the sins of old Adam (the sun) are hardening Old Adam’s heart (made of clay) but those sins are breaking his mother’s heart (of wax). I’m not sure that part is all so clear as it’s been pointed out to me. I’ll have to revisit that it seems.

In any case, enjoy the journey with me.

The Februarian does FAWM

February Album Writing Month (FAWM) is upon us once again. If you’re a musician and you’ve not heard of it, I implore you to hear of it. In a nutshell, it’s an online collective of musicians who attempt each individually write 14 songs in the 28 days of February.  This will be my 6th year participating in FAWM and never have I even come within the county let alone the city of 14 songs in a month but in the end, though I constantly do not make the goal, at least have brought songs into the atmosphere that weren’t there before. FAWM is about quantity, not quality.  This is great for an individual such as myself as I have a nasty habit of editing as I go along ~ not going forward unless  I’m 100% satisfied with what behind me. That leads to alot of stillborn songs.

So ~~ here I am making it very public and holding myself accountable. I hope for 14 but will be satisfied with 4.  If you care to follow me on the FAWM.org site, please do!

In the meantime as we countdown to February, here’s a few demos that I’ve written for FAWM in the last 5 years:

http://www.youtube.com/v/aztx7rqA3nk?fs=1&hl=en_US

http://www.youtube.com/v/TRNlPdFBzgo?fs=1&hl=en_US

http://www.youtube.com/v/4okLLVT6vfc?fs=1&hl=en_US

http://www.youtube.com/v/Swdv-MDENSc?fs=1&hl=en_US

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