We got our first snowfall today and it got me thinking about one of my songs. I had been to a songwriter's jam in Cincinnati and was driving back home in a snow storm. I began to think about how we use weather words to describe relationships (hot, cold, steamy, stormy, etc) and got the idea for a song. The verses came pretty easy but I couldn't come up with a chorus that was suitable. I got on line and did some research and found out that one of the earliest means of predicting weather was developed by Phoenician sailors. They knew that a red sunrise meant that an approaching storm was stirring up dust and causing the sky to appear red, hence the old adage "red sails in the morning, sailors take warning".
This another of my recordings done in a spare bedroom using a cheap mic. I like to think of it as my "creek bank" style as it's just me and my old acoustic, same as it would sound if I was playing around a campfire with my friends.
https://soundcloud.com/user-198880521/red-sails
[D] [F#m] [D] [F#m]
Verse 1:
[D]Looks like a winter storm is [F#m]coming
[D]Dump some snow then head back out to [F#m]sea
[Em]I hate the chilly wind it's [G]bringing
But it's [Bm]nothing like that cold front [A]'tween her and me
Verse 2:
[D]Heat wave just couldn't last [F#m]forever
[D]And now the storm clouds have let [F#m]go
[Em]Lord I hate this change in [G]weather
'Cause the [Bm]bluebird skies that come with the highs don't [A]make up for these lows
Chorus:
[D]Red [A]sails on the [G]horizon
[D]Sailors say take [A]warning and [G]watch that eastern sky
[D]I'll be [A]heading west this [G]morning
[D]Looking for some
[A]shelter from the
[G]storm clouds in her eyes
[D] [F#m] [D] [F#m]
Verse 3:
[D]I don't like it when rain turns to [F#m] sleetin'
[D]But there is no one I can [F#m]blame
[Em]Yesterday I caught her [G]cheatin'
And [Bm] she's just like the weather [A]I can't make her change
Chorus:
[D]Red [A]sails on the [G]horizon
[D]Sailors say take [A]warning and [G]watch that eastern sky
[D]I'll be [A]heading west this [G]morning
[D]Looking for some
[A]shelter from the
[G]storm clouds in her eyes
[D]Red [A]sails on the [G]horizon
[D]Red [A]sails on the [G]horizon [D]
I want to read my own water, choose my own path, write my own songs