Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Beginnings of a ballad

Based off/borrowed with twisted story line of Cahill (John wayne movie which was about the story of a son of a sheriff (who was never around, always out in the desert bringing down the criminals) who with parental negligance got mixed up in the wrong crowd and robbed a bank, later father finds out, son turns his back on outlaw ways, happy ending), mine heads down a different direction, far from finished lyrically, and may be revised what little i have, once school is done i think writings will get better, also keep in mind that this is going to tunes and makes more sense with those tunes:

As the sun beats down, a father buries his son,
solemn minded, he stands over the grave he dug,
stares into shadows, blood on his boots
a reminder to him, a reminder of you
mother sits and waits, she's waiting on two


"where have you been, you've been gone nine weeks,
said it'd be six this time, been waiting ever since,
where is my son, he's nowhere in my sight,
and what is that sweet rain falling from your eyes?
don't tell me rumors are true, that are son has not died,
tell me everything is alright,
everything is fine."

He stares slowly, wipes the sweat from his brow,
takes off his weathered hat, finds a chair,


I have a bit more, him beginning his explanation, but definitely want to change that around. The storyline is that the sheriff got caught up in a scuffle at the bank, shot few of the men dead then followed the others into the desert, where when they think they lost him he ends up arresting them, seeing one is his son he grows solemn and arrests him as well. The son convinces his father that the outlaws put him up to it, it was for the money noone was to be killed, he takes them in to be tried, the judge sentences each his life. He watches at the hanging his own son life taken, luck of the gallows, once he finishes his story his wife passes away, he takes her to the doctor to make sure, then buries her. He takes off begins robbing trains banks and the bit, knowing all the ins and outs becomes successful and never caught. Legend begins. We'll see.

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