Patricia Anne by Brother K

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Been working on this one for some time.  Lots of false starts and   wrong turns, but I think this is just about where I want it to be in terms of the lyrics & vocals.  (I was aiming for something like an Oak Ridge Boys "Elvira" sound on the choruses.  Chorusi?) 

The video is jess fur fuhn--there are a few flubs, but I thought there was enough cute in there to let it ride.

Behind the scenes Video Extras:

I am wearing my son's cowboy hat.  It's a bit on the small side for me.

I cannot move either of my arms while I sing here because I am holding the cardboard back of a bookshelf (which should have been assembled weeks ago) as my background.

I tried to wink at the end--can you tell?

I tried shooting the video in sepia (just looks dirty) and in x-ray (very scary) and in glow (I looked dead.  And I ain't.  Yet.)  Did a version in comic book format and liked the look, but there was a delay effect which made it look like I wasn't actually singing, and I didn't like that much.  So I thought the black and white was the best choice, but I would have liked it more blacker and less whiter.

Okay.  So here it is:

Hmmm. Well, it should be there, anyway. Technical difficulties. Meanwhile, here are the lyrics:

Patricia Anne, Patricia Anne,

Come on over here and take my hand

Take my hand, we’ll make a stand

Hand in hand until we turn to sand.

Livin’ in this godless world of ignorance and fear

Is it any wonder that our limbs tremble, our eyes tear

But knowin’ you is knowin’ there’s a better way

And it starts with standing by your side and bellowin’ your name.

Patricia Anne, Patricia Anne,

Come on over here and take my hand

Take my hand, we’ll make a stand

Hand in hand until we turn to sand.

When we’re floatin' on our raft I know that I can see

That life’s worth livin’ and that there’s a place in it for me

For a while it doesn’t matter that the world don’t make no sense

'Cause I’ve got dollars and doughnuts which is more than recompense.

Patricia Anne, Patricia Anne,

Come on over here and take my hand

Take my hand, we’ll make a stand

Hand in hand until we turn to sand.

The world can knock me on my ass

In a hot minute of mean

But when you smile I feel the waves--

You make my heart rise from the grave.

Patricia Anne, Patricia Anne,

Come on over here and take my hand

Take my hand, we’ll make a stand

Hand in hand until we turn to sand.

One of my goodest friends, awesome, songwriter Dan Bowman, gave me loads of inspiration for this song and did a helluva lot of work on recording a guitar part that's a helluva lot better than mine here.  I will be putting it to use in the near near future.

Dan also expressed his like of the line, "Hand in hand until we turn to sand."  Part of the reason for that line was something my mother said to me not too long before she died.  She was phasing in and out of lucidity, but she clicked into focus and looked at me and said, "I feel like I'm made of sand."  I got this horrific image of a sand image of her on the beach with the waves coming in, lapping bits of her away until there was nothing left.  I am pretty sure that's what she meant, and I know that that's how she felt.  She was a sweet & beautiful woman, and she didn't deserve to die like that.  Thinking about it makes me mad, and tends me in the direction of Mark Twain's statement, "If there is a God, he is a malign thug."

But the most important thing about this song is that this ain't no naive, idealistic, romantic bullshit love song--this is my life these days.  I'm in love with the girl that I'm talking about.  I'm in love with the girl that I can't live without.  I'm in love . . . and I sure picked a good time to be in love.