Nice tune Cory! Impressed by the way you have created a world for us to inhabit here.

**You're listening to part of a weekly songwriting challenge I participate in with some other songwriting friends. Each week every participant must write a song containing a given word or phrase. The most fun part is listening to everyone's different interpretations, but here you can at least listen to my contributions.**

WEEK 2
Challenge: "sun goes down"

But the Sea

On an evening at the end of May in Tennessee
Scottie Moorhead jumped into the Mississippi
Whistling a tune about a man who was in love
Will we always wonder what else he was thinking of?

What could it be?
Nobody knows but the sea

The sun goes down without a Scottie in sight
Until the afternoon, the fourth of June he came to light
And now we're always whistling a tune
About a man who was in love

Why did he go?
What could it be?
Nobody knows but the sea

Week 2- But The Sea

Songwriting group week 10. Phrase we had to use this week: "Lousiana lightning." I've been reading a lot of Cormac McCarthy lately so this is semi inspired by the southern gothic tone and quality of his writing. It's sort of an open narrative about a man avenging the death of what might be his father. I guess it could really just be a guy who messed up and is on the run though. Thanks so much for listening. 

Dust and ashes
These borrowed clothes
Red sun hanging there alone
My father’s pistol
Emptied once
The thin white line of war and lust
It’s never simple
It’s never hard
What’s near can’t be that far
Keep me with you
Keep me close
Let the highs know all the lows

I was wronged I was left out cold
I was framed, I am an only son
I did what had to be done
Bury me far from my gun

Lousiana lightening rolls
Rain is coming 
It smells like coal
This empty room
These angry bones
It’s where time gathers moss to the stone
Another witness
Will wash ashore
Lead me back to pay for more
I see the reasons
I know my end
There’s no destination
No place to begin

I was wronged I was left out cold
I was framed, I am an only son
I did what had to be done
Bury me far from my gun


Bury Me Far From My Gun

One room. One mic. One song. One take.

New songs in the making. Mistakes and all. Demos for your listening pleasure. 

Bury Me Far From My Gun

Cory Glover

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