Track 21 Laying in the Weeds

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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

 

Track 21 Laying in the Weeds

3 thoughts on “Track 21 Laying in the Weeds

  1. 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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  2. 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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