Dallas-Fort Worth provides the eclectic backdrop of art, architecture and culture for the first video installation for W.A. Fite; featuring the track "Western In A". The song is a trek into the composer's past, recalling the loss of an early love for an equally beleaguered run at making music for a living.
W.A. Fite
"Western In A"
Poisoning the Medicine Tree
Hand Drawn Records / El Villa Films
Copyright Fite Lite Productions 2011
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W.A. Fite
Courtesy James Villa Photography 2012
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Lyrics: Feet in the Water
Feet in the river, now calm the waters.
Dirty black toes and eyes that wander.
Clap on the lap and whistle nonsense, but please don't you shake the water...
It's calm, the shade won't glide, won't move an inch.
The heat it wears, it wears me down.
Feet in the river, who's making breakfast?
We rose earlier than Mom should've let us.
Head full of hat, weary pant legs, snapping thumbs and whistle nonsense.
It's calm, the shade won't glide, won't move an inch.
The heat it wears, it wears me down.
My hands go brown, the mind clears up and out the head...I hear no sound.
Feet in the river, who's gonna join me?
I'd ask Sister, but she called me ugly.
Called big Brother said, "Come sit beside me." But he's too busy with Neighbor Holly.
It's calm, the shade won't glide, won't move an inch.
The heat it wears, it wears me down.
My hands go brown, the mind clears up and out the head...I hear no sound.
Dirty black toes and eyes that wander.
Clap on the lap and whistle nonsense, but please don't you shake the water...
It's calm, the shade won't glide, won't move an inch.
The heat it wears, it wears me down.
Feet in the river, who's making breakfast?
We rose earlier than Mom should've let us.
Head full of hat, weary pant legs, snapping thumbs and whistle nonsense.
It's calm, the shade won't glide, won't move an inch.
The heat it wears, it wears me down.
My hands go brown, the mind clears up and out the head...I hear no sound.
Feet in the river, who's gonna join me?
I'd ask Sister, but she called me ugly.
Called big Brother said, "Come sit beside me." But he's too busy with Neighbor Holly.
It's calm, the shade won't glide, won't move an inch.
The heat it wears, it wears me down.
My hands go brown, the mind clears up and out the head...I hear no sound.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Lyrics: That Ain't The Way (To The Heart)
That ain't the way to the heart.
A doubled down face of liar.
It's best to get then go. Clean the pants and on with the show.
That ain't the way to the heart.
A bow. A gun. A dart.
A doubled down face of a liar, enough to catch a fire.
That ain't the way to get at me.
That act is not complete.
Them ankles look good, like them feet, so get them on the street.
That ain't the way to the heart.
A doubled down face of a liar...a liar.
A doubled down face of liar.
It's best to get then go. Clean the pants and on with the show.
That ain't the way to the heart.
A bow. A gun. A dart.
A doubled down face of a liar, enough to catch a fire.
That ain't the way to get at me.
That act is not complete.
Them ankles look good, like them feet, so get them on the street.
That ain't the way to the heart.
A doubled down face of a liar...a liar.
Monday, February 14, 2011
The Picture Show: "Western in A" Video Stills / Take 2
"Western in A"
Production stills from upcoming music video.
Courtesy El Villa Films and James Villa Photography
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Paunch Gut. Speedy Nose.
A paunch gut and a speedy nose, the middle child of three, both now a man and my foe. Not in a fiendish sense, but in the place of a deterrent; one that would not allow me to fulfill my own time as I incessantly metered his watch during his slow decline.
The man was wildly incoherent for most of his mid-life, which was for him, only the age of 32. I had not the intention of predicting his short lifespan, but it was rather impossible to dismiss, being part of an ongoing conversation amongst the ones who knew him the worst.
I would not like to trifle his life; conversely he was one of my closest friends. I would only like to say that I knew him, and in knowing him I instinctively did not trace his steps, seeing that they were ones only a fool or lonely heart would dare to take.
Perhaps that drops him into one of the two tattered categories, which would probably not offend a man with so distended a stomach. As a man like that lends himself to consumption, but little else.
The man was wildly incoherent for most of his mid-life, which was for him, only the age of 32. I had not the intention of predicting his short lifespan, but it was rather impossible to dismiss, being part of an ongoing conversation amongst the ones who knew him the worst.
I would not like to trifle his life; conversely he was one of my closest friends. I would only like to say that I knew him, and in knowing him I instinctively did not trace his steps, seeing that they were ones only a fool or lonely heart would dare to take.
Perhaps that drops him into one of the two tattered categories, which would probably not offend a man with so distended a stomach. As a man like that lends himself to consumption, but little else.
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