I decided to try something new. I just finished reading "My Antonia" by Willa Cather and I was pretty affected by it so I decided to write a song about it. I used (mangled, actually) some lines from the book and tried to stay close to the story. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be so even though I didn't start it at the last minute I didn't finish until late. And I'm still not happy with it. I threw this week's phrase into the bridge to get it out of the way. I almost forgot it! Happy new year! :)
lyrics
Small Nebraska town
Red grasses all around
A boundless swaying landscape topped by endless sky
Eager brown eyed girl
Running through the world
Watching, whispering and laughing in the grass
With a look or a gesture that somehow could reveal
All the meaning contained in common things
Autumn afternoons
We trailed through ruddy grass
As Antonia shivered in her cotton dress
When the winter came
Her family felt the strain
They were poor and unprepared for winter’s trials
Though she slept in a little cave they dug out of the earth
She was lighthearted and never complained
Ooh, my Antonia - Ooh, my Antonia
You’re my precious, inexpressible past
In the summer eves
We’d visit ancient trees
Running barefoot down those sunflower-bordered roads
We watched a lightning storm
From the slanting roof
As the bolts cracked the sky
You said, “Life will be different here, I trust.
Easy for you but hard for us.”
Another winter’s cold
Stripped the world of gold
And left it sheet-iron gray
I was city bound
You stayed to work the ground
And soon the roads of life all led us far away
From childhood dreams and memories of life I used to know
All the best days are the first to go
Ooh, my Antonia - Ooh, my Antonia
You’re my precious, inexpressible past
You’re my precious, incommunicable past
BRIDGE -------- (not gonna wait any more)
Antonia knows
How the prairie flows
But she couldn’t tell you why
She’s got the inner grace
Of those who’ve found their place
Underneath the gold-washed sky
And when you gaze in those dark Bohemian eyes
You see the rich mine of life that never dies
Ooh, my Antonia - Ooh, my Antonia
You’re my precious, inexpressible past
You’re my precious, incommunicable past
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