Its a country tune plain and simple. Not so plain and simple...I had that fiddleesque melody line, a bass line and a really bad cold which blocked access to my usual array of singing voices.
This craggy 70 year old hillbilly came out of me. Pining and desperate., perfect. I liked him singing the tune and gave him a larger bellowing partner. We'll call them the Delmarva Ramblers. They also make an appearance on "Holy Erection".
I'm usually disdainful of culturally appropriated vocal affectations. I find them to be a cheap solution to a lack of authenticity or a plastic substitute for life experience in the performer. A white suburban kid doing a Black blues inflection, for example, is a nauseating turn off for me. If i find myself going there, it is an easy trap to fall into, I turn myself around right quick. I didn't turn around this time, I'm happy with the result. Maybe the kids are alright.
Pushing shoving and falling, hammers running through my veins
I don't want no bargain but i want to know what i paid for
I can hear you calling but there ain't no phone ringing nowhere
If you find me crawling will you let me in again
Well worth the pain
Slipping tripping and stalling, bending on broken knees
I'm so sick of this jargon, can't we say what we really mean
Slip you fingers in my fingers, stop this pointing and screaming
Slip your fingers in my fingers and walk away with me.
Normal music for weird people. Salty New Wave Americana singer songwriter with a introspective black humor, a moral nihilism and a mostly harmless misanthropic spirituality. Born and Bred in Baltimore , Maryland.