Trying to Write

I haven’t written a song since the fire in Paradise, so I forced myself to try to do so last week.

This is the beginning of the song – music to follow soon.

I thought it mught be kind of cool to hyperlink some of the lyrics to what inspired them.  The last link probably sums it up. I would suggest first reading the lyrics and then looking at the hyperlinks. This was kind of fun to do, sort of a poor guy’s music video.

Drinking with Hemingway

Emptied a bottle in Calexico,

Hitchhiked up to Indio

Counted a thousand telephone poles

Yeah, it got kind of old

Found a train bound for ole Santa Fe

Only got just half the way

Maybe it was love – She wouldn’t say

Great at night, bad all day

 

Don’t ask me now for whom the bell tolls?

Murchison Falls, where the story unfolds

Where do I go?

What should I do?

How do I say?

I’m just drinking here with Hemingway

 

Now I’m looking out this old window

Man, it looks awfully cold

They say that’s not so unusual

In Ketchum Idaho

Whiskey and soda make for good lies

Drunk beneath Idaho skies    

Your pain might win you a great big prize

Then they’ll ask

How did you die?

 

Don’t ask us now for whom the bell tolls?

Murchison Falls, where the story unfolds

Where do we go?

What should we do?

How do we say?

We’re just drinking here with Hemingway

 

 

Don’t ask us now for whom the bell tolls?

Murchison Falls, where the story unfolds

Where do we go?

What should we do?

How do we say?

We’re just drinking here with Hemingway

We’re just drinking here with Hemingway

We’re just drinking here with Hemingway