Yesterday, I started writing some lyrics. No pressure, just writing. I came up with the idea of talking to my Mom in heaven. Yeah, I know that isn't very original. Also, as in the case in alot of my writing. My original idea gets discarded and it goes a different direction. That is what happened on this.
Did you every hear the song by Three Dog Night called Sylvia's mother. It is about a guy who is dating Sylvia's daughter. He calls and asks to talk to Sylvia but the mother won't let him. It is a very conversational song. I was trying to achieve the same effect. A one sided conversation with the person on the other end of the line. Here it is.
Are there cell phones in heaven?
If so, Can I talk to Mom?
I need to talk.
Can you put her on?
It's been awhile
since I heard her voice
Wanna hear her smile
feel some of her joy.
I hope she's not busy
Hope she's got some free time
Am I breaking a rule?
I bet God wouldn't mind.
All I need is ten minutes
I know, I'm asking alot
but the bullets were flying
and Yeah, I got shot.
Tell her, I'll come see her
I don't know when
maybe sooner, than later
I guess it depends.
On the damage it does
which organs get hit
Maybe I can come home
to where Momma lives
I'm feeling kinda faint
and I'm scared of dying
Have you told her yet
that I'm on the line.
I bet she's with Jesus
Yeah, If you can find him
She's probably drinking coffee
sitting there talking
about me as a kid
with a new grass trimmer
No weeds and no grass
for all of the summer.
You say, Momma's busy
She's at the pearly gates
Somebody special is arriving
and she can hardly wait
I forgot my manners,
forgive me, If I was rude
I didn't ask your name
Who am I talking too?
Oh, It's you Jesus
Yeah, I should have known
by your patience and kindness
to me on the phone.
Tell Mom, I'm coming
and thank you for
listening to me so
I wouldn't die alone.