Guest Blog by Bud Buckley for Boredhousewife

Okay, I've talked about it long enough. I need some input now. Lisa is a beautiful writer. I spotted some lovely images in her blog and asked her permission to adapt it to a lyric. I've reprinted what I did below. I hope to work like this again with Lisa and a few others I've spotted on her blogroll. These are two links for you to listen to of where this song is in production SO FAR. I did minimal production to them. One guitar take and one vocal with a punch-in on the bridge. A tiny little bit of delay on the vocal. A work tape is just a sketch book. So this will evolve into something way better.


I hope you'll give me some feedback on what you think of this piece so far.
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CRUEL IN UTAH copyright 2005 by Lisa Anderson and Bud Buckley

Instead of you, we had too much rain this spring
And everybody else felt as shifty as I had been
People didn't know then what it would bring
I was sure it wasn't you, I'd never feel you skin again
Chorus:
'Cause it's not just the weather that's cruel in Utah
There's loneliness and boredom to drive you insane
If my smile was the last thing that you saw
You must be dead to be never coming back again

The desert summer rushed in, abrupt and breathless
Adjusted it's skirt and wiped smudged lipstick off it's cheek
Then breathed down on us hard enough to cause a death wish
The desert's no place for the meek

'Cause it's not just the weather that's cruel in Utah
There's loneliness and boredom to drive you insane
If my smile was the last thing that you saw
You must be dead to be never coming back again

With the thunderstorms of September the rain restarted
But instead of spring's shiftiness there was seething rage
The full moon made us crazy and I was more than broken hearted
And everything unnatural took the stage

Bridge
Tall slender women swayed in the wind like trees
Their skirts and jewelry sounding like dried leaves
Children burst into flames when tears used to do just fine
As their pets ran off seeking fine cigars, expensive wine

I'm gonna grab a bolt of lightning with my bare feet in the mud
It'll give me a little shock, I'll give it a little tug
Roll it into a little ball and stuff it in my pocket
Ride the lightning into the storm, a sorry loveless rocket

'Cause it's not just the weather that's cruel in Utah
There's loneliness and boredom to drive you insane
If my smile was the last thing that you saw
You must be dead to be never coming back again