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Friday, October 12, 2012

Marian's crazy prompt at Real Toads

Over at the online writers' group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Marian has once again presented us with a musical inspiration, this time a man I always thought was born to sing country music. With a name like Waylon, what else could he do?
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Waylon Jennings 1958
Oh, yes, he could play bass for Buddy Holly, and, when scheduled to travel in a three-passenger plane, he could give up his seat to a sick friend. Thus, the world lost The Big Bopper along with Buddy Holly and Richie Valens, but Waylon lived to wail on.
The tune Marian chose for our inspiration this week is "I've Always Been Crazy" and she invites us to let it take us where it will.




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SUNNY-BOY
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I’m slyer than a cardboard box of foxes
and loony as a mountain lake of loons
people call me crazy
but they never call me lazy
cuz I’ve memorized a mile of country tunes
I laugh when things aren’t funny
and I seldom have much money
in my jeans, under my mattress, in a bank
but I’ll sing, and for your dollars I will thank
you if you just don’t call me “sonny”
cuz my mama called me sunny-boy and loved me
and she expected many great things of me
but then she died
oh, how I cried!
and there’s been no more sunny skies above me

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12 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

I’m slyer than a cardboard box of foxes
and loony as a mountain lake of loons...

I just loved the way this began - such excellent images and I can hear it being sung rather mournfully. Thoroughly enjoyed your take on the prompt.

Hannah said...

The rhyme works well for this piece, Kay...bringing in that lyrical country quality!! :)

Kim Nelson said...

These are my favorite lines:

I seldom have much money
in my jeans, under my mattress, in a bank
but I’ll sing, and for your dollars I will thank

The combination of dissonance and rhyme provides a pleasing flow while telling the tale.

Susan said...

Ah, he was the one who gave up his seat! Thanks for the background. I put him in the poem as I read, thinking no more sunny skies, not after the death of the Holly--but I reread with Mom there, and I'll never call him Sunny. Lovely, Kay. I can tell you honor him.

Leslie said...

loved those first two verses (and you should've been a country song writer ;)

Marian said...

oh, my, Kay, this is simply perfect. i think without a doubt my favorite of your pieces. wow! WOW. i love the rhymes, the cleverness, the voice. just love it, whoosh! you clever clever girl.
they don't call ya lazy when you memorize a mile of country tunes. hah!! did i mention i love this?

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I SO LOVE your two opening lines...love the lilt and rhythm of this......you could write country songs yourself, kiddo! In fact, I think you just did.

sreeja harikrishnan said...

this is sweet...it sounds straight from heart and so a gem....

Helen said...

Ms. Sherry 'took' my comment ... all through the read, I thought .. this could be lyrics to a song!!!

Kay L. Davies said...

@ Sherry and Helen, and all:
I must admit I've written a couple of songs, not just the lyrics but I imagined the melody. I have singer-musician friends at the coast who can translate my off-key humming into guitar strumming, but I decided I had no future in the music world. LOL
Thanks for the compliments, though, and I'll be happy if you keep 'em comin'!
K

Sabio Lantz said...

Funny and sad at the same time.

Mystic_Mom said...

This needs to be sung, and loud. What a great write! Love it. The first lines to the last.