Kathleen and the Silver Screen
This is a song charting the life story of a girl and her relationship with the silver screen. It was submitted to the homemadehitshow.com Thanksgiving song competition. I hope someone enjoys it.
Light acoustic rock folk
I play guitar and sing against backings that I have created using various software tools. I am therefore a home recorder primarily concerned with minting decent recordings of my own songs rather than a performer.
Story behind the song
This song is about a talented young girl who could easily make it to the silver screen. The song charts her life and the changing relationship she has with the silver screen. The entire song uses a single rhyme throughout, the 'een' sound. I hope it's not too boring. My direct contribution was the acoustic guitar and the singing, indirectly I programmed the rest of the song using various software tools. I hope you enjoy it and please don't forget to rate it.
Lyrics
Oh Kathleen, the first time I saw you, you weren’t quite a teen
You were playing in the garden with my kids, trying to be a movie queen
You smiled so bright and sang so sweetly as you acted out the scene
You looked for all the world, like you were destined for the silver screen
Oh Kathleen, the next time I saw you, you were just thirteen
Running through the streets with some mates, hoping that you were not seen
I guess it was a dare, but you broke into a drinks machine
They caught you on TV and showed your parents on a silver screen
Oh Kathleen, I saw you again when you had turned fifteen
Shoplifting in the stores, the police were called in to prevent a scene
They took you to the station and by mistake I tried to intervene
They showed me you were guilty with a tape, they played it on a silver screen
Oh Kathleen, I saw you again when you were seventeen
You were running with a gang and you parents never knew where you’d been
I saw you dealing in the street and realised you were in the drugs scene
Dividing powders into hits, they cut them with a silver screen
Oh Kathleen, I wished I hadn’t seen you when you were eighteen
Standing in a doorway in a skirt so tight, that it was quite obscene
You were selling pictures of yourself, hoping they’d print them in a magazine
A pimp had got you working for your cut, taken from that silver screen
Oh Kathleen, I saw you in church when you were just nineteen
Your parents were crying and you sisters tried to give a eulogy
They talked about your life but I didn’t recognise my movie queen
You were lying in a coffin, taken from this world by a silver screen
Oh Kathleen, I always hoped you’d find the silver screen
But never in my mind like this, surely all this could have been foreseen
Your innocence was lost and we never saw what might have been
Singing your songs and striding the world as a movie queen
Smiling so sweet and radiant in the glow of that silver screen
Oh Kathleen…
Oh Kathleen…
Kathleen…
