I used to say that about the word fool. It seemed any song with the word “fool” in it spoke to me. And then in my pre Berklee songwriting class days, I wrote these lyrics:

Song of a Fool

I was the fool who trusted,
I was the fool who dared,
When I got close, you betrayed me,
Long before I was born.

I once loved songs about fools,
Until I knew I was one,
You should have been a safe haven,
It should have been you all along.

If I couldn’t trust you then the question would be,
Who can I trust at all?
For mothers were made for children to trust,
Because God gave them that call.

And now I’m all done with the word fool – lol!

My latest magic word is sin – maybe because the world is shouting that there is no sin! What fun is that? Why deprive ourselves of one of the great conquests in life, which is to conquer our sin – or at least put up a good fight.

bourbon_street_picSo my fascination with the word “sin” is probably why my latest infatuation with a “sin” song is “Bourbon Street” by Jeff Tuohy. Ironically, he says he’s never been to New Orleans. But that doesn’t surprise me actually. I find that my strongest writing, whether novel or lyric, is about something out of reach of my ordinary life and exists in the fantasy world of my head.

Check out the lyrics from Jeff’s web site:

Bourbon Street

I’ve been living in sin for about a month
Something turns me round it’s something that I just
Can’t understand, the way I behave.
Some people you can never save.
On my right hand, I’ve got a girl on my ear
And in my left hand, I’m throwing back a beer.
What can I say? Of me, you steer clear
When I driving down on Bourbon Street, yeah
Every night we through this little soiree
Gonna turn her head until she’s mine, all mine
Every night I breed a new disaster
I might be right, I might be wrong
Try to get away and I will bring you right along, so
Sit back, have a seat
Sometimes salty, sometimes sweet
Hard to swallow, but fun to eat
You ain’t never leaving Bourbon Street, come on!
When I walk the street people step aside
Twirling my cane and smiling wide
Some would say I’m a carnal slave
I put my hands on what I crave
I’m the mayor of this crazy town
Where the queens will party with the clown
Try to swim with me and you’re bound to drown
Throw you a line while you’re going down
Yeah, I know this street and I own this crowd
And my only companion is a lightning cloud
I seem real nice and easy to trust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I’m gonna lead you a path to self destruct
On this crazy train that I conduct

And, of course, the video, which, I warn you, is highly addicting. It’s been running through my head for several days now. I’m hoping it’ll kick start something.

I got the chords from Chordify so I can *attempt* to play this song and then, hopefully, be inspired to write my own song. Something like it might work for “Candy Apple Red.” It all seems quite possible in my head. 🙂