Honeysuckle and Roses
Today I wrote my first Country and Western song:
HONEYSUCKLE AND ROSES
A tribute to Mr Bobby Goldsboro and his legendary ballad Honey
They climb the fence
So bright and strong
Like Honey in bloom
But now she's gone
Oh, Honey
She planted them, just like that twig
And like our love, they grew so big
I guess the dew on every leaf
Is like the teardrops of my grief
Oh, Honey
She often laughed, she often cried
Especially when the puppy died
Forgot to feed it, but I guess she tried
Oh, Honey
And then one day I wrote that song
And she got mad
Yes, I was wrong
Oh, Honey
She said I made her sound so thick
If she were a rose
Then I was a prick
Oh, Honey
She said I'm not a Stepford Wife
It's time I got a friggin' life
Her words went through me like a knife
Oh, Honey
She sneered at my song, my drooping twig
Said this is where I start to live
She took the car, I felt it hard
She even took my credit card
Oh, Honey
I guess she wasn't quite so dumb
She left me broke, a homeless bum
And there's one song I never hum
When honeysuckle and roses come.
©Willie Lupin
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posted by Willie Lupin @ 8:25 PM
7 comments
7 Comments:
Hehehehehe
I like it.
Yes, so do I. Don't pretend you're not a big romantic, Willie. The roses and honeysuckle prove it, rather than the song.
This is what happens when you sit in hot sun staring at honeysuckle all day.
To put it in context, I wrote about the song 'Honey' on 23rd may under the title 'He Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog.'
My song should really have been called 'Honey's Revenge'. I hope it's exorcised it from my mind but I doubt it.
I've checked out May 23rd's blog now. C&W music makes me feel ill, to be honest. I think Bernard Shaw, at the end of Pygmalion, writes something about sentimentality unadulterated with the slightest intelligence or irony, making him feel physically sick.
And dear Noel* spoke about the potency of cheap music. He was perfectly right except that I doubt that he'd ever heard Country and Western. Lucky man.
*for younger readers: Coward, not Edmonds or Gallagher.
Oh dear, Willie. I thought I'd already composed the Best Ever All-time Favourite Golden Country & Western Song Ever with my plagent lament: "My Wife's Run Off with my Best Friend's Dog", but you've beaten me.
Truly awful.
Congratulations.
- Tony -
Thank you, Tony. If only I wrote music we could release both songs as what used to be called a 'novelty single'.
I'm now living in fear of hate mail from Goldsboro fans.
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