Story Behind the Song
Written while working with a blues band in the mid-90s, reworked here with a new vocal rendition over an older, melancholy acoustic track. Biting electric blues guitar licks. The motivation comes from a man born in a (perhaps) golden land, near mountains and sea, and transported to a barren country at a young age, always desirous to return to that fabled garden of youth.
Lyrics
Western Wind
Born in California, came out to the western plain,
Sunny California, end up in the driving rain.
If I don't find a silver lining soon, I'm going back again.
Never was a dancer, now I finally learned to move.
Never good at dancing, now I finally learned to move.
The closer that I get to you, the more I’ve got to lose.
Did I hear you singing, or was that the wind out there?
Did I hear you screaming, or the wind blown up the stair?
Tell ‘em that I’m leaving, if you can find a one who cares.
Heaven is a friend of mine,
She’s sure to come around this time,
I’ve never known a window sill
That held out winter’s deepest chill.
You hear about the scarecrow? His eyes were scattered all around.
Hear about the scarecrow? Bits and pieces on the ground.
Don’t wait to ask tomorrow, ‘cause you will not hear a sound.
Now I think that tripping would be better than this rain,
Think that slowly tripping, ease the pain of this black rain,
Open up the window, gonna ride the wind again.
Peaceful now to move so high,
Against the red and fallen sky,
The western wind will start to blow
Until it’s east again, I know.
Born in California, lost out on the plain since then,
Born in California, lost out on the plain since then.
When I get to California, I ain’t gonna leave again.
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