February 19, 2015 by Tommy Link
I think I’m getting better at coming back to entries from the early end of my writing career. I go in thinking “there are so many things I would do differently if I was writing this song now”, and then I realize that I can do those things differently. Which is liberating! I wrote these songs, and even if I thought at the time I had set them in stone, I can go all King Arthur on them and be the one to un-set them.
For this song, I could cop out and say I have no idea what I was writing about when I wrote it, but the truth is I remember exactly what it was about. Absolutely nothing. I liked the descending minor progression (thank you, “All Along the Watch Tower”, “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”, “House of the Rising Sun” and “Coming into Los Angeles” to name a few) and I had no idea what the words were talking about, but they sounded edgy and politically driven, so why not?
There was also a silly bridge in the song where it turned to a major key and had some (even less meaningful) throw away lines. At the time I thought the song needed something to change things up, but looking back now I found the section very out of place. So I took it out. Which I love that I can do.