it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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More musings on music.

My father was a fisherman
my mama was a fisherman's friend
and I was born in the boredom and the chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the maritimes
headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England

Holes in my confidence
holes in the knees of my jeans
It's left without a penny in my pocket
Oo-o wee I's about as
destituted as a kid could be
And I wish I wore a ring
so I could hock it I'd like to hock it

--Paul Simon, "Duncan"


So, if I can learn to develop character like that, I think I'm on to something.

I actually think--and I stole this concept from buymeaclue--that one can learn a hell of a lot about writing fiction from song lyrics. Not everything. But a lot.

And if ya gotta learn, you might as well enjoy it somewhat.

Okay, on to the next scene.
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