Layers of guitars and rhythms, introduced by a ceramic drumloop, and resolving into a different rhythm, with a poem
I composed and recorded the song as an instrumental twice, with slightly different tempos and rhythms. When it comes time to save a songfile, one has to come up with a title, so the first thing on my mind at the time was Cold West Wind. Then I stitched the two versions together, and later came up with the poem to express the feeling more distinctly.
Cold West Wind
R Landon Wills 2015
The sun sets early behind the trees
Branches snapping as they thaw and freeze
Winter's final storm rolls in
On the heels of the Cold West Wind
Walking backward and facing east
I dare not sage into the eyes of this beast
I won't pick fights that I cannot win
With the Cold West Wind
Lordy, lordy, what started as an autumn breeze
Has overstayed its welcome, and turned into a deep dark freeze
Like some thought disease
The buildings and the laws of man
Sway and shudder and barely withstand
Stripped bare of all but the original sin
By the Cold West Wind
The woodshed is as far as I have been
In forty days, or I don't know when
I'm never gonna go outside again
Into this Cold West Wind
I'm so tired, I've nearly lost my will
My back's so sore, I'm looking for a brand-new pill
And time to kill…