Sunday, January 31, 2010

Song Lyric Ideas

My Friend asked me to come up for some lyrics for a song he was working on. The general idea was a man who went to the Yukon to search for gold, in the Gold Rush.

Here are some ideas that are in progress.

The high mountain air is blue
Smells blue
Tastes blue
Blue Cold and Hard
Taunting,
“You can’t breathe me”.
Each pick swing brings a laugh from the rock,
Calling my name; deep throated “Tom”
Sneaking wind conspiring with the trees.
Chorus of “Foooooool”
Coffee steaming on the spruce wood fire
The cold still grabs my ribs.
Back home my New Brunswick girl teased me
“Grow your whiskers, callus your hands.
Come back when you’re a rich man.
Two years I’ll wait then I’ll close the gate”.

Yukon gold on everyone’s mind
Feverish schemes of every kind
Dreams of gold in this gray land
Hoping for the one big find.
Go down to the river and wash my hands
Shout to the mountains from the riverbank sand
I miss that girl so bad it hurts
I’ll tell the world that you’re my girl.
I’ll show the world that I’m your man.
I’ll show the world that I’m your man.

Keep shoveling and picking and sifting for gold
My New Brunswick girl is waiting
With a glimmer of hope
Write her a letter and mail it on Monday
Tell her I love her; think of me Sunday
Tell her I love her; Keep the fire burning
Keep that gate open; I’ll be returning.

Go down to the river and wash my hands
Shout to the mountains from the riverbank sand
I miss that girl so bad it hurts
I’ll tell the world that you’re my girl.
I’ll show the world that I’m your man.
I’ll show the world that I’m your man.
I’ll tell the world you’re my New Brunswick girl.

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