I used this little ditty as a test. "That's Your Mama" philosophizes about Mother Nature.
The moral: don't mess.
Someday it may appear on a polished recording. I imagine the arrangement and performance will be different by then, with a more gradual layering in the orchestration.
That's Your Mama
© 2017 Billy Dechand
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There's always someone round to take you down
Always someone smaller to help the tall fall
Whether it's rain or stars
The cool unsmooths your plume
The rest is jest
Mother nature mocks her flock
But she owns it
That crack in your back as you fall from a tree?
That's your mama
The feeling in your gut when you're in love, or drink too much?
That's your mama
The wind in your hair as you cross the tarmac?
That's your mama
When you smell a flower, get a nosebleed, erupt from a mountain fire?
That's your mama
Don't mess with Mother Nature