I've begun recording my own spoken word LP. The Ballad of William Wheeler is an older poem of mine and it is pure fiction. I don't remember much about it except that it was inspired by the work of Will Oldham.
The Ballad of William Wheeler
On the front porch of the sun
Sitting in a rockin' chair
Rockin' back and forth for fun
Old man Wheeler is losing his hair
On the front porch
Nothing ever gets done
William Wheeler smokes his pipe
Wrinkled fingers stroke a gun
His eyes are still and sad
Thinking about his gone true love
On the front porch
Nothing ever gets done
Lydia left him in the month of June
She married a stable man in November
William renounced his faith under the moon
& he took a lover he can't remember
On the front porch
Nothing ever gets done
A gunpowder halo around the head
Of William's old chair
Lydia simply shrugged and said,
"Christ, I don't care."
On the front porch
Nothing ever gets done
1 comment:
Wow, both Erin and I love this, man. Good job. And here's my bad joke: "I'm sure glad you aren't sitting on the front porch!" Zing!
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