I have been preoccupied with considerations of my future.
I’m looking at the final third (if I’m lucky).
My brother and I need to help each other care for our respective families (where we had been geographically separated between OR and WY), and we decided that would best be accomplished if we collected and centralized as a Family (in ME). We’ also wanted to extend that care to the community in which we would find ourselves… hence Sure Would (which will be based in a forested part of Columbia Falls, ME).
While the actual move was from Eugene, OR, to Machias, ME, that pairing isn’t as lyrical/poetic as Portland-to-Portland.
And that was the basis for the song, namely all of the feelings and reasons that were dominating my pondering, and the notion of swapping sunset for sunrise as a metaphorically pleasing beginning of a new chapter in life. I often need to tinker with the lyrics a I go along because I tend to be impatient about setting things to music (so I end up doing that before the lyrics are completely ready), but in this case I kept the song very simple so I was able to get all of the details fiddled out beforehand.
It took a while to get a nice balance between lead and background, and I am very happy with the result.
When all is said and done, though, there are people whom I do not want to be a continent away from.
Or an incontinent, really, now that you mention it.
Moving to a strange new home
(three thousand miles away).
Really kinda hate this cuz
(ya know I wanna stay).
Really kinda hate this but…
it's gonna be okay.
This has been our hometown where
(our family belongs).
Really used to love it here
(but loved ones moved along).
Really I might love it there…
when it stops feeling wrong.
(Good-bye, old Portland.)
Turn to leave the sunset with some grace.
(Hello, new Portland.)
Turn to feel the sunrise on my face.
Time to ditch the nine-to-five
(my mind needs to stay sharp).
Really used to like my work
(but things all fell apart).
Really looking forward to…
creating a new start.
Gathering our people cuz
(some loved ones need more care)
Really need that village in
(our Sure Would Forest, there).
Really welcome neighbors to…
our mutual welfare.
(Good-bye, old Portland.)
Turn to leave the sunset with some grace.
(Hello, new Portland.)
Turn to feel the sunrise on my face.
Sure would be nice,
sure would be sweet,
sure would be fine,
if everyone were seen.
(Sure Would Forest…)
(Sure Would Forest…)
That's where we'll be livin',
in the main.
(Sure Would Forest...
…
…)
At first, what I heard in my mind’s ear was the Simpsons parody whose lyrics implore, “Don’t be a baby, lady. Just be a lady, baby.” I don’t think that anything is ever gonna top that as an encapsulation; however, it is intentionally capturing some of the infantilizing context of that kind of music, which I did not want to have in my song.
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