A couple of days after balloon boy I worked out some lyrics for a ballad while riding my bike around town. Now I just need a banjo player...
For some reason the old folk song "Darling Corey" often comes into my head as I start my bike rides, so these lyrics are to that tune. If someone capable of banjo-picking wants to take the lyrics and put them to music, feel free! I've uploaded
a version of Darling Corey here for reference (warning, audio autoplays).
Lyrics:
Throw up, throw up! Falcon Heene
You don't know what to do
Daddy told you what to say
But his words were all untrue
People call your daddy crazy,
but he says he's like a fox
He built a shiny balloon
And hid you in a box
"Hide away, hide away, Falcon Heene!"
That's what daddy said
The world thought you were flying
The world feared you were dead
Come on out, come on out of the attic
Show the world you're on the ground
Come on out, come on out of the attic
You are cable TV bound
Oh the last time I seen Falcon Heene
He was talkin' on TV
Getting sick to his stomach
While dad watched nervously
Throw up, throw up! Falcon Heene
But know we don't blame you
Your daddy's been a sinnin'
And now his time is due.
"Darlin' Corey" is far enough out of my style, and Seeger's banjo picking so far beyond my own abilities, that I can't see being much help with anything remotely faithful as far as renditions go, but I know there's folks here who could.
I'm tempted to do an only gesturally-similar take, though. Turn it into more of a rocker. I'll chew on it.
posted by cortex at 11:13 AM on November 3, 2009