Honeytrip
Beads of sweat driving on 280,
thinking about a lonesome wildflower.
Cross country for this honeytrip,
going down to incant a shadowmusic,
joined on stage by her fiddle,
swear to god I really miss her.
She knows that I've missed her,
she drives alone on highway 280.
Her grandfather also played fiddle,
and grew gov'ment wildflowers.
Let him play his shadowmusic,
as we recall the honeytrip.
Backpacked, hitchhiked to honeytrip,
waterfall spray did mist her,
we formed a band to play shadowmusic.
Down in Salem, on Highway 280,
saw the sign of Project Wildflower,
a contra agent but plays good fiddle.
In the night sirens played fiddle,
rustling wail of honey trip.
Behind her ear was a wildflower,
I knew some day I would miss her.
Looking for tea olive on 280,
to play a few hours of shadowmusic.
Down a moonlit mile wild shadowmusic,
Bibb Mill burned as he played fiddle.
Westbound down Highway 280,
like a hound for the honeytrip,
after all her lies I still missed her,
blowing kises from a field of wildflowers.
Sang a melody like "Wildwood Flower",
she made it her own kind of shadowmusic.
When he stepped on stage we called him mister,
ghost of Sgt. Fury playing show fiddle.
The only crown prince of honey trip,
people parked and walked from 280.
Smell the wildflowers, surrounded by shadowmusic,
I miss her and her grandfather's fiddle.
Lonesome old honeytrip, in a hollow off 280.
-Will Dockery
this would be perfect for song lyrics.
It would be even more perfect to torture insurgents into revealing the
whereabouts of Osama Bin Laden.
I wrote the first version of this in the alley behind Parnello's Pizza
There's not even a need to make a joke about that. I suppose a fellatio
reference is in need in there somewhere, though.
and I
definitely could "hear" the melody, mandolin and fiddle.
It was just a flashback from that time you ate a bad pepperoni.
As far as "meter" and all that, I
...have absolutely no clue what that means or how to utilize it in a
production.
spent some time checking all that and saw
that there already is one, a somewhat fast-paced "bluegrass"
country-western
by way of Jerry Garcia-Moby Grape type influence...
The next time you try to stroke your ego like this, try doing it when you're
away from here. Ugh.
I can "hear" some banjo
and some French girl (probably Ms. E d'E, since she's right here and
already
sings harmonies with me from time-to-time)
No woman will willingly be with you. The one who was had to fake her death
to get away.
wisping some back-up "ahhs" and
snapping in on the six end words.
You are truly a delusional dunce. Your disassociation with reality is one
that would be amusing were it not for your appearance and mannerisms.
then, if you could do that, it would make the sestina, by far, the
closest
to the best simply because that's what the original sestina's did in 12th
century france.
That's one thing that really excited me about working with sestina, and
I've
been showing the structure to the two or three musicians I've encountered
over the last few days, and that's the form this will be moving into next,
and with the melody already tenetatively in place, it's really already
there, just waiting for the individuals to add their interpretations to
the
parts.
Oh fuck.
great job!
Thanks, and more to come...
Of course. The Duckery is full of quacks to call out to his pond bretheren;
sadly, they've all flown south for the winter.
