Recording and Mixing Dates: Recorded May 16, May 26, and December 12, 2015. Mixed May 13, 2016.
Genesis: I came up with this song in 2000. I think I wrote the lyrics at my work desk during my lunch period and then that night composed the very simple tune. My English major wife, Theresa, had a hard time with “laying” instead of “lying.” Over time she has gotten more comfortable with the word.
About six years ago, Jan Hauenstein, a friend and songwriting collaborator, asked if there were any lyrics of mine that he could set to music. I sent him a few lyrics that had no music, along with “Laying in the Weeds.” Jan had not heard my version. He came up with a mellow tune that ended up on his next album. After hearing Jan’s recording, I recorded a simple folk-blues demo. Last year I finally tackled a full arrangement with a harder edge.
Production: Bass Guitar, Electric Guitars, Acoustic Guitars, Drums.
Lyrics
LAYING IN THE WEEDS
I tried to find a reason
I learned a fiddler’s tune
I played out all the horsehair
By the harvest moon
I might be laying in the weeds
I might be laying in the weeds
Imagine all the questions
Suspended in the air
Waiting for the moment
When you’ve time care
I might be laying in the weeds
I might be laying in the weeds
You think that have you science
Sitting by your side
You think you got protection
But all you got is pride
I might be laying in the weeds
I might be laying in the weeds
I sense what you’ve forgotten
Is making you believe
The world has got you thinking
It has something up its sleeve
I might be laying in the weeds
I might be laying in the weeds
You hear the leaves a-rustling
In the sundown wind
You start to get the feeling
Your exits have been thinned
I might be laying in the weeds
I might be laying in the weeds
Copyright 2016 Fred Grittner All Rights Reserved
This is a good arrangement, well played. Good solo, Fred. I think, considering the subject matter, a mellow treatment is more fitting, though. And as for stray lyrics, yes, please!
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Thanks for posting. To each his own, I guess!
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Obviously, Fred. Your weeds on the picture are the happy-with-poppies variety. The ‘I’ I imagined when I read the lyrics was The Blues, lazily laying in the weeds. Stagnant backwater, reedy weeds, ominous blood moon, danger. Looking forward to the next song.
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