Hey all - I really enjoyed Duke's post putting his work-in-progress lyrics out there. Thought I'd try it with this tune.
This is the 8-bar blues in E that I mentioned in another thread. The shell of this has been around for a year, but I never could make it work right. JohnMs post made me realize I was approaching it wrong. So, I've totally rephrased it, as well as made the lyrics much more terse to fit into the 8-bar form. I realize you don't have tune, but you could sing this using the melodic form of Crow Jane or probably any other favorite 8-bar. I've marked out where beat 1 of the first 6 chords/measures lands - the sung line nearly always starts on beat 4. There are then 2 more bars of E E/B (or more with an extended turnaround).
E B
My train hit the station
A A
Miss Molly she was waiting
E
Lord lord lord
B E
That woman she wasn't alone
I don't want to say too much about "what this is about" since the idea is - how do you react to the lyrics as you hear/see them? Like most blues the intent is not to have a true linear story, but perhaps to hint at one without resolving it, leave you a bit open to complete the thoughts from your personal blues. Maybe I'll give my bigger sense of the story after people look at it, maybe not, it really ought not be important, the lyrics should speak for themselves. I'd really appreciate any comments - especially if there are places that you find stilted or sqaure or forced or whatever. Places where you have some better word choices? I'm not afraid to pull in "classic blues lines" if they fit. This is very much a work-in-progress, so don't be shy - I'm not married to any of these words.
Train Station Blues
My train hit the station
Miss Molly she was waiting
Lord lord lord
That woman she wasn't alone
Now I've got her picture
On the inside of my hat
Lord lord lord
Molly isn't wearing much in that
She's three times seven
She knows just what she wants
Lord lord lord
Why's she standing there with a man
I've got me a pistol
As long as it is black
Lord lord lord
It's itching Molly take me back
I'm troubled with my choosing
How to chase away these blues
Lord lord lord
Can't someone show me what to do
That bittersweet religion
Has me hanging by a thread
Lord lord lord
I hear the voices in my head
My train left the station
Miss Molly no more to see
Lord lord lord
That woman mean so much to me
This is the 8-bar blues in E that I mentioned in another thread. The shell of this has been around for a year, but I never could make it work right. JohnMs post made me realize I was approaching it wrong. So, I've totally rephrased it, as well as made the lyrics much more terse to fit into the 8-bar form. I realize you don't have tune, but you could sing this using the melodic form of Crow Jane or probably any other favorite 8-bar. I've marked out where beat 1 of the first 6 chords/measures lands - the sung line nearly always starts on beat 4. There are then 2 more bars of E E/B (or more with an extended turnaround).
E B
My train hit the station
A A
Miss Molly she was waiting
E
Lord lord lord
B E
That woman she wasn't alone
I don't want to say too much about "what this is about" since the idea is - how do you react to the lyrics as you hear/see them? Like most blues the intent is not to have a true linear story, but perhaps to hint at one without resolving it, leave you a bit open to complete the thoughts from your personal blues. Maybe I'll give my bigger sense of the story after people look at it, maybe not, it really ought not be important, the lyrics should speak for themselves. I'd really appreciate any comments - especially if there are places that you find stilted or sqaure or forced or whatever. Places where you have some better word choices? I'm not afraid to pull in "classic blues lines" if they fit. This is very much a work-in-progress, so don't be shy - I'm not married to any of these words.
Train Station Blues
My train hit the station
Miss Molly she was waiting
Lord lord lord
That woman she wasn't alone
Now I've got her picture
On the inside of my hat
Lord lord lord
Molly isn't wearing much in that
She's three times seven
She knows just what she wants
Lord lord lord
Why's she standing there with a man
I've got me a pistol
As long as it is black
Lord lord lord
It's itching Molly take me back
I'm troubled with my choosing
How to chase away these blues
Lord lord lord
Can't someone show me what to do
That bittersweet religion
Has me hanging by a thread
Lord lord lord
I hear the voices in my head
My train left the station
Miss Molly no more to see
Lord lord lord
That woman mean so much to me