A new idea!  Incomplete, needs work, but I’m excited about this idea.  This is about climate change and how it will (or to be more accurate, how it already is) prompting migration of people.  It’s inspired by this New York Times Magazine article: How Climate Migration Will Reshape America.  https://nl.nytimes.com/f/a/P6rcx8h4Ww8L6-7D-QqMJg~~/AAAAAQA~/RgRhQyJSP4QZAWh0dHBzOi8vd3d3Lm55dGltZXMuY29tL2ludGVyYWN0aXZlLzIwMjAvMDkvMTUvbWFnYXppbmUvY2xpbWF0ZS1jcmlzaXMtbWlncmF0aW9uLWFtZXJpY2EuaHRtbD9jYW1wYWlnbl9pZD05JmVtYz1lZGl0X25uXzIwMjAwOTE1Jmluc3RhbmNlX2lkPTIyMTk5Jm5sPXRoZS1tb3JuaW5nJnJlZ2lfaWQ9MTMyMDM3Mjk1JnNlY3Rpb25faW5kZXg9MSZzZWN0aW9uX25hbWU9YmlnX3N0b3J5JnNlZ21lbnRfaWQ9MzgwOTAmdGU9MSZ1c2VyX2lkPWRiNTZmMmM2NWIwMzQ0M2RhZTAzOTczMGVhYTQ4NjAzVwNueXRCCgBDUp1gXxpHHKFSFmFic3RyYWN0X3dhdGVyQG1hYy5jb21YBAAAAAA~

I like this melody, but it sounds very familiar, too familiar.  If you happen to recognize it, let me know.

Follow

Now let’s be honest
Who wants to leave all they know?
The blood and sweat and tears
Dollars spent helping loved ones grow

But let’s be honest
Where do you think you will go?
The floods and storms and fire
Creep up to the doorstep you own

If there’s one thing I’ve learned
Don’t wait for your voice to be heard

Follow

Move where the crops grow
Move where the river flows
Look out the window
Gotta go where the coins go

Follow

Follow where the land will grow

Follow - 9:18:20, 6.51 PM

The words of the poet Robert Frost made into a song at the Shetland Songwriting Festival

The Aim Was Song

Before man came to blow it right
     The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did its loudest day and night
     In any rough place where it caught.
 
Man came to tell it what was wrong:
     It hadn’t found the place to blow;
It blew too hard—the aim was song.
     And listen—how it ought to go!
 
He took a little in his mouth,
     And held it long enough for north
To be converted into south,
     And then by measure blew it forth.
 
By measure. It was word and note,
     The wind the wind had meant to be—
A little through the lips and throat.
     The aim was song—the wind could see.

The Aim Was Song

"Nobody Ever Knew" (#397, 200920)

I was once right where I was supposed to be
One by one my doubts got the best of me

Eyes like a sunset lips like a copperhead
Wrapped around my chest
So sharp my heart bleeds so heavy I can't breathe
About as naked as it gets

Nobody ever nobody ever nobody ever knew
I I could never I I could never could never let you

See these dreams pure saline
Through the steam like nicotine
Not a clue I wanted you
Fooled me too nobody ever knew

Can't go back to the way you looked at me
If I could I would fall at your feet

You're like a diamond bright as a full moon risin'
Out beyond the mist
Wish I could go there I'd hand my heart right over
Empty as it is

Nobody ever nobody ever nobody ever knew
I I could never I I could never could never let you

See these dreams pure saline
Through the steam like nicotine
Not a clue I wanted you
Fooled me too nobody ever knew

Week 39a - Nobody Ever Knew (200920)

Week 39 #songaweek2020. I really did wake up with this poem ("What did it take . . . shine") in my head, and the other lyrics were stream-of-consciousness afterwards. 

I woke up
With a poem in my head
A deep contented sigh from my soul
Only music
Only thought
Only underlying everything 
Only ever while we sing

What did it take? 
What sun was it that breathed on your skin?
Shine.

Poem In My Head

"Don't Piss On My Leg And Tell Me It's Raining" (#398, 200924)

Damn near got matching tattoos
But you said they ran out of ink
My buddies all laugh at your name on my ass
And I ain't got a clue what to think

We almost became man and wife
But your oil change just couldn't wait
Told me you panicked and boinked the mechanic
It seems like you knew you'd be late

So don't hand me cowpies and tell me they're raisins
Don't roast my hot dog and tell me it's bacon
Somethin' ain't right accordin' to my calculations
Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's rainin'

Bought you that new diamond ring
You said it got lost in the street
So howcome I'm certain you went and returned it
For every cent on that receipt

Spent a weekend with my cousin
Family time was your story
Well it's all fun and games until someone gets laid
Now it's an episode of Maury

So don't hand me cowpies and tell me they're raisins
Don't roast my hot dog and tell me it's bacon
Somethin' ain't right accordin' to my calculations
Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's rainin'

So don't bring me Twinkies and tell me you made 'em
Don't make up games and expect me to play 'em
I may not know much but I'm pretty sure you're mistaken
Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's rainin'

Week 39b - Don't Piss On My Leg And Tell Me It's Raining (200924)

Did you know that all attraction is governed by the ancient brain?
When you feel it, it shuts down the newer parts
So when that person passes by you
and you feel like you're a clutz
It's not you, it's nearly every one of us

Cause we are animals
In the best possible way
We are animals & baby it's ok
If you wanna growl at your lover
Sniff one another
Sleep in a soft warm heap
Cause we are animals - right to this day

Did you know that it's cortisol that wakes you up each day?
It's the hormone that prepares for fight and flight 
If you wake up in the morning with anxiety again
Doesn't mean there's a danger in your life

It’s just we’re animals
In the best possible way
We are animals & baby it's ok
If you wanna growl at your lover
Sniff one another
Sleep in a soft warm heap
Cause we are animals - that's how we're made

[Interlude / your lyrics here ;) ]

Cause we are animals
In the best possible way
Yeah we are animals & baby it's ok
If you wanna growl at your lover
Sniff one another
Sleep in a soft warm heap
Cause we are animals - that's how we're made

Animals

key C

based on a poem by RUMI and a visit to Van Gogh Live September 24 2020

In this earth 
In this earth  
We shall not plant any seeds 
Sow compassion 
And Rows of love 
In this perfect precious field 
We shall not plant any seeds 
Sow compassion 
And Rows of love 

Love for all  
Is the art of life
Love will save us all
thru these tears we till
the soil we will reap in joy

in this earth

Little Cracks

"Ooga Looga Wyma Ryma" (#401, 201005)

Aina' nuthin' like a girl makes you drop yer vowels
On the kitchen floor
She be cookin' up some dumplin's I be trippin' meatballs
Comin' back fer more

An' I'm tryin' to tell her sumthin' 'bout you look so nice
'Xcept I sound like a fool
Words 'er flippin' sidewers comin' out my mouf
In between the drool

Ooga looga wyma ryma baby what's your name
Chuga luga hunka lunka baby say it again
Youda cute-a meesa please-a winkie dinkie derpee doo
Banana fana fonanna fe fi fum teach me how to talk to you

Took sum clarses back in carlege wit' sum langejjes
A little French and some Mex
F'Ida' know'd then I'd a showed maybe I cudda' lerned
Mora' what to expex

Talkin' gibbrish ain't so purdy I regrets it now
Yeah I gotta' admit
I dang messed it up I never got my educacione
And I sound like ... not good!

Week 41a - Ooga Looga Wyma Ryma (201005)

Ifs and Thens - Song a Week 2020, Week 41

Copyright Erin Wolf 2020

Prompt for SAW Week 41 - Ooga Looga Wyma Ryma
A little light teasing for the prompt creator, @jimtristan. ;)

i want an ooga looga
wyma ryma honey
an ooga looga 
wyma ryma dear
i know this is silly for
you to hear
but i need that ooga looga
in my ear

wyma ryma all the words
ooga looga just for the birds
a little bit of wyma ryma
for the nerds
they'll join in in their droves & herds

i want an ooga looga
wyma ryma honey
an ooga looga 
wyma ryma dear
i know this is silly for
you to hear
but i need that ooga looga
in my ear

i'm not sure what ooga looga means
it seems like James is full of beans
well i'm a ryma wyma this song
just for Eileen
who left him hanging
at the Dairy Queen

i want an ooga looga
wyma ryma honey
an ooga looga 
wyma ryma dear
i know this is silly for
you to hear
but i need that ooga looga
in my ear

i know this is silly for 
you to hear
but i need that ooga looga
in my ear

Oogla Looga Wyma Ryma

Nashville songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Godin Guitars Official Artist and Founder of www.songaweek.org.

His catalog of 500+ titles includes collaborations with hit writers Mark Narmore, Elliott Park, Steve Dean, and Pete & Pat Luboff, among others internationally from England to Australia.

Redding's music has landed cuts by numerous recording artists including Dan Whitehouse, Emma Gale, and David Easterling.

Week 39b - Don't Piss On My Leg And Tell Me It's Raining (200924)

James Tristan Redding