Thanks to icameisawicame for an answer to my last question:
yes.he cheated on me at the festival,with some country bumpkin
Now, inspiration is a coy friend. I’m not sure why, but when I read “festival” and “country bumpkin” together, I instantly started thinking a state fair. And then my mind jumped to that game where you swing the sledgehammer; turns out that attraction is called a high striker. I followed my wandering thoughts; the metaphor of a hammer and a bell were too good to resist. In a future recording, I’ll probably add a bell sound at the end. My listeners should notice, though, that I added a baseline to this song and the solo doubles in stereo through both ears (yes, listen with headphones). Not bad considering I only had two hours. Enjoy!
I haven’t seen you in years,
since that date at the state fair,
when I lost you in a strongman competition
for your hand.
I paid a quarter to try the high striker,
and swung the hammer just for fun.
The next man who paid his quarter
swung to strike the bell.
And when it rang, baby,
you fell under his spell.
When you walked by me
the other day.
I noticed you
Well, I ain’t a boy anymore:
my hands are big and scarred.
As big and scarred
as my heart.
Now, though I learned to be strong,
I didn’t learn to be cruel,
and I know you remember
how good I was to you.
So let’s imagine we’re back at that fair,
and I’ve got a hammer, and you’ve got a bell.
Yeah, high striker,
why don’t you let me ring that bell?