Maybe it’s because I’m reading Grapes Of Wrath. Maybe it’s because I now travel with a banjo player. For whatever reason I woke up early this morning with a rootsy decisively Southern song in my head…a Christmas song of sorts.
It’s an advent song, written from the vantage point of a Jew during those 400 years between the last prophet and the arrival of the Messiah (or from the vantage point of a modern American waiting for Christ’s return.)
I quickly went to work dictating what I heard in my head and, well, it’s only a first draft, but it’s a start. The second verse is nothing more than a placeholder right now – dummy lyrics to fill the space. I’ll write several second verses and pick the best of the bunch eventually. And then I’ll decide if it needs a bridge, but for now, today, there is no bridge – just a musical interlude. And maybe that’s all it’ll need in the end.
For some, songwriting is like building a birdhouse – step by step, following the directions, this piece and then that, knowing from the beginning what the finished project will look like in the end. But not for me. I tend to write songs the way I live life – putting down one line at a time, making it the best I can, but with no idea what’s coming ten lines from now and only a vague idea – a hope really – of where I’d like all the lines together to take me when I’m done.
I have to wait and see though if that hope is realized or if what I end up with is better than what I hoped for. And the waiting is the hardest part.
This is a lyric that could be sung by anyone who is waiting. How long until you save us?
Watch How Long (First Draft) from Shaun Groves on Vimeo.
How Long (First Draft)
Rulers tear our backs
As our hands tear their soil
Rich men dine on the fruit of vines
Grown from poor manโs toilMothers bury young
And young men bury dreams
On foreign dirt, God-forsaken earth
So far from Israelโs gleamHow long
O, how long
How long will you forsake us
How long
O, how long
How long until you save usWe marched off to war
Without divine command
And we bowed our knees, and prayed our pleas
To gods we made by handThen you, our jealous God
Unleashed our enemies
With spear and sword, their ruthless hordes
Took our land and liberty
Nick says:
Excellent stuff… I think I’ve read your blog w/o listening to your music for too long!
HisFireFly says:
yes, this!
The Cove says:
Beautiful…very soulful!
Kris says:
Awesome–keep at it! I’ll be waiting to purchase my Christmas album ๐
Mary (Owlhaven) says:
Love it.
Tracy Edwards says:
New music from you? That makes me pretty happy!! Does that mean there could be another kickstarter campaign in my future? I need a project!!
Melissa Jones says:
Thanks for letting us into your process!
Emily says:
Beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing!! ๐
Meredith @ Meredith Sings says:
This is so beautiful — haunting. It definitely has that plaintive style of melody that lends well to Christmas.
I loved reading about your process, because mine is the same. I let songs sit and weeks or months later I will tweak a melody, or change a verse.
Patience is such a huge part of it, and that is definitely the hardest part!!
{and an aside} I am going to see you at Declare in a couple of weeks!! I am so excited! I will be trying to work up the courage to ask you to sit down with me so I can pick your brain about songwriting. ๐
christina brown says:
Beautiful. I have listened to it a couple times now and like it more each time I hear it.
Kelli says:
Shaun, this is great! If that’s the first draft, then I can’t wait to hear the final draft. ๐
Douglas says:
Great job. Keep up the good work. Love it.