This song was originally based on a theme of childhood wonderment I powerfully felt influence in in the words of Robert Frost’s poem “Going for Water.”
It also draws from the shortest poem ever written, William Carlos Williams’ epic “The Red Wheelbarrow.”
My lyrics ended up being:
“The well was dry beside the land And we looked on with pail and can As children It’s where I found out who I am A red wheelbarrow and pail and can
Fake it til I make it Gonna make it good Gonna make it to the island where you left me Staying in my own side of the street
The well was dry …. Repeat all”
Here’s the song:
It’s about wonderment of childhood. Memory of Arizona, the desert smell and my brother and I collected rusted cans and metal stuff in a pail. :)
While living and studying in Guadalajara, MX back in ‘96, I’d sometimes busque acoustic in the streets. I’d make enough and more for a taco or two. But sometimes when several good folks were listening intently, I’d stop abruptly and hold my hat out in my hand to signify a request for tips. Without a fault, they would quickly turn their face away pretending they weren’t listening. I’m not rich but I survive. I’ve prepared a book that will forever change the way you see bipolar disorder. In a day or so, the link will appear at all my online sites. Feel free to bookmark rileyonfilm.com as that is my home page where all things Damien Riley are posted. I used to call it “Riley Central.” The book is 12 dollars. I get a couple bucks if you buy it on Amazon and just over 7 per book if you buy direct from Lulu dot com. I really would appreciate your patronage. This is my life’s work in a book. Watch this space. It’s called “Bipolar Professional.” Much obliged lovely Facebook friends. Oh one more thing, enjoy this new instrumental I just uploaded. Peace and love. -D
You must be logged in to post a comment.