Coming up to FAWM, I was doing the lion tamer bit to keep a couple of songs from bursting their cages before the first. This song wasn't one of them -- instead, it woke me in the early hours of the morning of the first, demanding to be written and posted before the other, more anticipated candidates.
Belated credit: I used the "War Tuba" sample library from Karoryfer Samples here the bassline.
Romantic / wry take on rubber duck debugging.
See also: https://write.fawm.org/forums/626
I've got music in mind for this, but can't get the demo sounding like what is in my head, so I'm punting. This one is meant to be heavier than my usual sound.
Likely wants another verse, as well (but maybe I replace that with the killer solo I can hear but not work out yet).
Kicks off from a true story: my wife and I took a hike during this FAWM up along the Rappahannock River. We live in Fredericksburg, Virginia, where almost every location was part of a Civil War battlefield and a potential burying ground. Many of the fallen from both sides were found and reburied in the big cemeteries created after the war. This grave, however, was left alongside the river with no identification of its occupant.
Title from Fitzgerald's 1859 translation of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.
XIX
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head
Collab with @earlyboon on his lyrics, which aren't mine, so Im not posting.
Instrumental #jazz sketch, inspired by the view of early-morning mist rising from the river across the street.
Who's the turkey?
Collab with @yewnorker on his lyrics, which aren't mine, so Im not posting.
Collab with @sheilerk on her skirmish tune. Lyrics aren't mine, so Im not posting.
Skirmish prompt: "memory"