I'm a big fan of small stories and of talking ballads. This story of 2 senior citizens popped into my head whole cloth on my walk to work this morning. I tried a couple different chord and melody settings then settled on the Porsche 911 sequence that is one of the challenges. It's also my second chorusless song in a row. These challenges are working for me.
*oops I fluffed one pronoun in the 3rd verse. HE pulls into HER driveway. I will have to fix it later.
Feb 6: Update 2: I fixed the fluffed he/she pronoun and remixed this with pink noise to get the levels more in balance. The fixed version is in the player, The original is here: ductapeguy.net/FAWM2018/SeanMcGaughey-2018FAWM4BOBANDPHYLLIS.mp3
Bob and Phyllis © Sean McGaughey Feb. 5 2018
¾ country talking ballad; Porche 911 Chords G Em Am C Bm D7 The chords are fluid and secondary to the story
Another Wednesday card game at St. Martin’s
Same as a thousand Wednesday afternoons.
The basement smells of coffee and cupcakes
As they set up tables around the room.
He settles down with a coffee and old friends
In a place they give you your nickname,
He shuffles and deals, just like any Wednesday.
But since last October, nothing’s the same.
Phyllis shuffles over, says
“Hi Bob, How are you doing?”
He replies, “Not too bad for an Old guy,”
He smiles, she chuckles , just for an instant
grief passes him by
She says, “Doc took my licence,
The Glaucoma’s too bad,
‘I can no longer drive.
I was wondering since you go my way,
if you could give me a ride?”
Next Wednesday he pulls into her driveway.
Opens the door, as she gets in.
She says thanks for the ride,
I’ve seen no one since Sunday
How have you been?
They drive to the church in
The comfortable silence
That only old friends share.
He opens her door,
takes her hand and
gently he guides her downstairs.
When he drops her back home,
she says, wait a minute
And shuffles inside in a blink.
She returns with a dish wrapped up in a towel
Hands it to him with a wink.
She says, I know that it’s not good as Helen’s
But homemade food warms the soul.
Tell me next Wednesday how you liked it,
And please bring back my bowl.
She made him a casserole.