RIP Songbird
We are starting my new year's resolution a month early. The goal: write a song a month, with the resolve to not self-edit or worry if it’s crap. I feel like the melody has to be 90s indie rock, maybe a little Mazzy Star. Dedicated to Christine McVie.
She’s a doe-eyed beauty with fairy hair
Kissing drummers on a dare,
Making records about heartbreak
As if our lives were at stake.
Wrapped tightly in a shawl
Keeping Tom close on call,
Singing about life so free
All the girls wanted to be... Stevie.
A gypsy life, a tambourine,
A muse enthralled with witches.
Enveloped in lace and sadness,
A siren's song bewitchin'.
She started life as Stephanie
An angel from the desert came to be.
A new persona came one eve,
And then she changed her name to... Stevie.
But who is that in the back,
Hair shining, a California sheen.
Singing tales of love, and fun,
And everything...
Baby,
Put down your tambourine.
Place your heart upon the keyboard,
Because, oh maybe, instead, I want to be...
Christine.
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