Hi all - my quickest song ever (still took several weeks!)...
Perhaps you've seen the Craigslist "Missed Connections" story that came out earlier this month: "I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972, the same day I resolved to kill myself":
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/craigslist-missed-connection_56177218e4b0dbb8000df6d4(Summary: Vietnam veteran finds returning home too hard to handle and contemplates suicide; trudges around Boston in the rain; finds another uphappy, soaked person in a ballgown; they share coffee and chat but she disappears; this meeting gives him the will to keep living; years later he posts a piece online describing what happened, thanking her and wondering whether she's still out there.)
Whether or not it's genuine, it's hard to be unmoved and there is so much song material here. But for a twist - and to avoid cheese - I thought what about writing it from the lady's point of view... (This is one of my "favourite things" to do - if curious, see here
http://www.songexpresso.com/maria my response to "How to do you solve a problem like Maria".)
Problem here is that this story may be totally forgotten soon so the pressure is on to get the song done (hate that! - but maybe actually helps me to cut through the constant doubts and get it done already).
At the top of the page I wrote down "77bpm - cinematic!" - but it has a melody and progression which are not necessarily that way at all... I'd be interested to get any initial reactions...
Rescued by the Rain
V1
Whiskey gave way to coffee and pie
I found someone whose troubles I could wash away
For an hour did I make you the richest man in town?
Your smoke giving way to my rain
V2
But I also moved between patient and nurse
All we had to do was keep each other alive
Forget what we've done and see what's still to do
Two boxers with petrified eyes
CH
Who gave who
the greatest gift?
To wonder at life's colours again
Who saved who?
That day when life loved us
And we were both rescued by the rain
V3
Some of us are born to serve
With honour I returned to face my own wars
Dutifully sending more good hearts out into the world
No discharge and almost no remorse
M8
Enough now
When you're someone like me
You make do with an hour of escape
Go now
Your escape was complete
But we'll both still give thanks for the rain
(c) Adam Farr, 2015