Many many years and a long minute ago, when I must have been in my early twenties, as I had done since I was old enough to put three cords together on my dad’s guitar, I was writing song lyrics. I have written many songs over the years, and good, bad, or indifferent, I have always finished the project, except for one and this is that particular incident.
The words seemed to come from nowhere, a complete verse and a bridge in one flow within the space of a minute. The arrangement was so cool but the words made no sense, as they seemed nothing more than an assortment of contradictions, but I didn’t care, it was so cool. But no matter how I persisted, not one more word would come to me and so eventually, I surrendered to the inevitable.
The words have popped into my mind only on a couple of occasions. The last had to have been at least fifteen years ago, and unlike other songs that I have written into completion, I remembered the words exactly as they had occurred to me originally. Once again I tried to add just a word and there was nothing. Again I became frustrated and dismissed the notion.
When I awoke after a five minute nap in a sleepless night, the words were there and they made absolute sense. I believe the connection was the result of a simply comment exchange I had had with flee. It just all came together, as the thought that I had not been able to dismiss, slammed head on into reality.
The government pedophile rings, the mafia cartels, and the statement a couple of weeks ago on the mainstream propaganda broadcast, “Trump is presenting an alternative set of facts”, and the notion that Trump is going to stop the communists, oxymorons, complete contradictions of reality.
Here are the words:
Rich men of lust and their bureaucrats
And they’re anti-anti-communists
Mother Freedom have you gone insane?
They fill our heads with lying facts
Like Jesus isn’t coming back
The propaganda terrorism game.
They’re sheep in wolves clothing
Their lies are unfolding
Unholy oaths they know they have to keep
They’re sheep in wolves clothing
They’re blind they’re unknowing
A sacrifice to Satan from his priest.
I understand the words and why no more came as the statement was complete. The meek shall inherit the Earth through treachery and deceit, but the Earth they will inherit will be the living hell they deserve.
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God bless the Republic, death to the international corporate mafia, we the free nationals will prevail.
….says it all
WELL SAID!!
“ALSO, “LITTLE WING” WAS THE LAST SONG I LEARNED
ON ME STRAT BEFORE I BECAME A CRIPPLE WITH A PARALYZED LEFT ARM & HAND
Sorry..to hear that…K.
I finally pulled my guitar and played it after 3 years last week.
Eventually I’ll get my little home recording studio back up.
I have a double bass kick tama set in storage.
I’m going to get set back up.
I can get as loud as I want out here.
In fact I might even get fkd up and take my amps outside on a full moon and just wail down the canyon.
Just to here the natural echoes.
Plus…to scare the sht out of all them gophers.
I don’t think they like feedback at 2 a.m.
Thanks for sharing your song, Henry.
Thank you, Henry. “Mother Freedom” is a beautiful image because freedom really is nurturing and protective, like the best of mothers.
Now, dear and prescient poet, when do we get to hear it with the music?
🙂
I really don’t have the time, though I will try to answer you with a parable.
There was this man who discovered his balls smelt like shit. Very concerned he went to the doctor. The doctor gave him a complete check-up and prescribed medication, which the doctor proclaimed must be taken absolutely on time, three times a day. When the man got home, he informed his wife of the malady and asked her to make sure that he took his medications absolutely on time. To which she replied, “I will do the best I can, but lately I haven’t had time to wipe my ass.” 🙂
hahahaha………..
Very interesting, Henry, about songs coming into your head–over the last 50 years or so, songs have come into my head, all spiritual. I was a musician in the 60s, but I just couldn’t play guitar well enough (short fingers, my “B” chords were not very good), plus I never got the hang of composing music–but I was great at lyrics! Anyway, over the last 50 years or so I have done a lot of research into the results of music composition as well as the history of rock music and who runs the business–leading me to write a series of fictional novels (self-published of course…I could not wait ten years for some agent or publisher to accommodate me! The truth cannot wait ten years!), and I’m finishing up the final in the trilogy. But here’s the thing–I have had these songs and characters in my head since the mid-60s! Like you they just came into my head. glad I’m not the only one that this has happened to.