adventures in dysthymia

Friday, January 30, 2009

THE NORTH WIND BLUES

When the money ran out, felt that cold wind blow
When the money ran out, felt that cold wind blow
Had nowhere to stay and nowhere to go

Now the North Wind blues are chilling my soul
Those North Wind blues are chilling my soul
Think that North Wind is gonna swallow me whole

Too late to curse, too late to pray
Oh, the North Wind Blues have carried me away
The North Wind Blues
The North Wind Blues

Yesterday left me but tomorrow never came
Yesterday left me but tomorrow never came
And the North Wind has blown away my name

Dead leaves come a-rattlin' round my feet
The dead leaves come a-rattlin' round my feet
Sweepin' us both down this empty street

Too late to curse, too late to pray
Those North Wind Blues have carried me away
The North Wind Blues
The North Wind Blues

Worry all day how I'm gonna get by
Worry all day long how I'm gonna get by
Spend the night countin' the stars in the sky

So everything I own is here in my pack
All I got left is right here in this pack
Headin' down south, got the North Wind at my back

Too late to curse, too late to pray
Oh, the North Wind Blues have carried me away
The North Wind Blues
The North Wind Blues

Stephen Brooke ©2009

So, the story: I came up with the phrase/title a while back and jotted it down. Or, more properly, typed it into an ongoing TextEdit file (yeah, I mostly write on the Mac Mini). Added some thoughts to it on a gloomy winter day but didn't really work on it. Then my friend Bob (the Sometime Poet) fell on some hard times -- a bad situation but custom made for the blues. I was inspired by (or appropriated?) some of his experiences to finish fleshing out the song. (Hey, Bob, want co-write credit? :) )

Not that I haven't had a few hard times of my own! You do have to live the blues at least a little to write 'em, no? I'd written a song, The Homeless Man Blues, of a similar sort years ago. Maybe I'll dig it out and post it later.

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