Dedicated to Brent Weeks: The Song Lyric Short Story

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So, I was on Twitter today, when I saw this:

Which led me to ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE (I know, there really wasn’t a challenge) and come up with SOME SORT OF STORY using song lyrics for dialogue.  Here it is: (this includes lyrics from popular songs, all rights belong to the copyright holders and is not intended to infringe upon any of those rights.  It’s all in good fun, please don’t sue me.)

The Mountain Wins Again.

Bobby walked out of the airport and took a deep breath. The wind carried the heavy scent of car exhaust, cigarette smoke, and just a hint of cherry blossoms.

“Sweet home, Alabama!” he cried. People up and down the passenger pick-up area stared, but he didn’t care. He was home!

No one was waiting for him, though. Checking his pockets, he realized his cell phone was still sitting on the nightstand next to his bed back at his apartment. He remembered passing a bank of public telephones near baggage claim, so he retraced his steps. Problem was, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d used a pay phone.

Dialing zero, he asked, “Operator? Can you help me make a call?” Once he explained his situation, she was happy to help him with a collect call to his father, who accepted the charges only to shout at him.

“You’re no son of mine! You walked out! You left us behind!”

Devastated, Bobby took a deep breath. “Poppa? Don’t preach. I’m in so deep!”

His father sighed deeply. “With a little luck, we can work it out.”

“I’m drinking again,” Bobby admitted in a soft voice. “I found myself in trouble, and I’ve no place else to go.” He pulled his roller bag close, nearly hugging it. “I’ve got some whiskey from a bar, got some cocaine from a friend…”

“Do you really want to hurt me?” his father asked. There was silence on the line for several heartbeats. “Maybe I’m a fool. The fool on the hill.”

“Thing’s were never easy for me,” Bobby said. “Peace of mind was hard to find. Sometimes I wonder, just what am I fighting for? I win some battles, but I always, always lose the war.”

“When you were young, and your heart, was an open book,” his father replied. “You’ll never know, it hurt me so.”

“I’m a loser” Bobby shouted. “And I’m not what I appear to be!”

“Have a drink on me!” his father shouted right back at him. The line went dead, and he knew there would be no second chance.

Bobby shook his head. “I got everything I need. Almost.” Walking back out of the airport, he hailed a cab and ordered the driver to take him to the nearest bar. Inside, he was surprised to find a piano in the middle of the room, a long-legged woman in a spiffy tux tickling the ivories. He pulled up a seat and ordered a drink. Before long, the bar was full and he’d struck up a conversation with the drunk sitting next to him.

“Billie Jean is not my lover,” Bobby explained. “She’s just a girl, saying that I am the one. But the kid is not my son.”

The drunk, a short man with a gleaming bald spot, ordered them another round. “I got a woman, way over town, she’s good to me. All she wants to do is dance.”

Bobby laughed. “Some guys have all the luck! Free as a bird. The next best thing to be, free as a bird.”

The drunk shook his head. “Well, that’ll be the day.”

“Love is dangerous,” Bobby said, thumping his fist on the bar. “Love is a battlefield!”

“Might as well face it,” said the drunk. “You’re addicted to love.”

“Listen to what the man said,” added the bartender as the drinks arrived.

Bobby shook his head. “Well, I won’t back down. You can stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down. I’ll be what I am. A solitary man.”

The night stretched on until Bobby found himself stumbling out into the rain. “I’d be safe and warm if I was in L.A.,” he muttered. The bartender had called him a cab that was waiting for him. He asked for a cheap motel, and kicked back for the ride. Staring out the window, he said, “The sky is crying.”

“When the levee breaks,” said the driver. “I”ll have no place to stay.”

Noting the driver’s accent, Bobby couldn’t help but ask, “Do you come from a land down under?” This killed any further conversation. Twenty minutes later, Bobby left his bag by the door and fell onto the bed.

“The mountain wins again.”

Sleep would come slowly.

(The end)

List of songs / artists:

Lynyrd Skynyrd: “Sweet home, Alabama!”

Jim Croce: Operator (That’s not the way it feels) “Operator? Can you help me make a call?”

Genesis: No Son Of Mine “You’re no son of mine! You walked out! You left us behind!”

Madonna: Poppa, Don’t Preach “Poppa? Don’t preach. I’m in so deep!”

Paul McCartney: With A Little Luck “With a little luck, we can work it out.”

Aretha Franklin: Drinking Again “I’m drinking again.”

Bonnie Raitt: Guilty “I found myself in trouble, and I’ve no place else to go. I’ve got some whiskey from a bar, got some cocaine from a friend.”

Culture Club: “Do you really want to hurt me?”

Aretha Franklin: “Maybe I’m a fool.”

B.B. King: There Must Be A Better World Somewhere “Thing’s were never easy for me.”

B.B. King: There Must Be A Better World Somewhere “Peace of mind was hard to find. Sometimes I wonder, just what am I fighting for? I win some battles, but I always, always lose the war.”

Don Henley: “All she wants to do is dance.”

Robert Palmer: Addicted to Love “Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love.”

Robert Palmer: “Some guys have all the luck.”

Paul McCartney: “Listen to what the man said.”

Paul McCartney: Live and Let Die “When you were young, and your heart, was an open book.”

Mama’s and the Poppa’s: California Dreaming “I’d be safe and warm if I was in L.A.”

Jose Feliciano: I Got A Woman “I got a woman, way over town, she’s good to me.”

Michael Jackson: Billie Jean “Billie Jean is not my lover. She’s just a girl, saying that I am the one. But the kid is not my son.”

Tom Petty: I won’t Back Down “Well, I won’t back down. No, I won’t back down. You can stand me up at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down.”

Neal Diamond: Solitary Man “I’ll be what I am. A solitary man.”

The Beatles: “The Fool on the hill.”

Pat Benatar: “Love is a battlefield!”

Stevie Ray Vaughan (cover): “The Sky is crying.”

Led Zeppelin: When the Levee Breaks “When the levee breaks, I’ll have no place to stay.”

Men at Work: Down Under “Do you come from a land down under?”

Blues Traveller: “The mountain wins again.”

John Lennon: Free As A Bird “Free as a bird. The next best thing to be, free as a bird.”

Buddy Holly: That’ll Be The Day “Well, that’ll be the day.”

AC/DC: “Have a drink on me.”

The Beatles: Don’t Pass Me By “You’ll never know, it hurt me so.”

The Beatles: I’m A Loser “I’m a loser. And I’m not what I appear to be.”

Fleetwood Mac: “Love is dangerous.”

Blues Brothers: (I Got Everything I Need) Almost “I got everything I need. Almost.”

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