Song picture
Amateur Gardener
Comment Share
This song comes from a dream I had so many years ago. There was a garden I was asked to tend and I left many beautiful plants because it just didn't seem necessary to remove them even if they were considered weeds.
singer songwriter acoustic beatles music florida new york love songs writer college performer larry whitler robin macblane
Artist picture
I am a solo singer/songwriter. My music is mostly soft although my songs could easily be performed in mostly any style.
For me, it's all about the song. That mysteriously magical thing that happens when a lyric is married to a melody. The writing process is invigorating and exciting while simultaneously being exasperating and difficult. It is that moment when music is being composed and a lyric is being written when I am truly the "artist at his easel." The creative process continues when the song is brought into the studio to be recorded because, as in writing, the production and arrangement processes also have their own sets of challenges. Those challenges are always dictated by the song itself and the task at hand at that moment is to be true to the song and carefully craft a recording that reflects what the song is about. Part three, for me, is to then take that song and perform it. It is the purest form of displaying this work of art called a song and is the only place where the magic of the creation is reflected back to me from a room full of interested listeners. And at that moment it is only as magical as the audience makes me believe it is. My CDs are all available on CDBaby.com.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Indie Pop
Author
words and music by Larry Whitler
Rights
1975 Larry Whitler
Uploaded
January 02, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.7 MB 192 kbps 3:25
Lyrics
I had a dream I was the gardener For Mr. Rich Old Man I'll do the best I can Because I am an amateur And I really don't know much About the plants and earth So pay me what I'm worth I got up everyday To show I'm worth my pay And though I worked so hard I was fired I was fired I asked him why (tell me why, sir) He said you let the weeds Grow much too much too high It's clear you didn't try So I said "can't you see" (then he challenged him) "I didn't realize they weren't meant to be" "To me they looked pretty" I got up every day And tried to earn my pay I guess I'm just an amateur 'Cause I'm fired I'm fired But then I awoke Only to discover that Not before too long Nothing had gone wrong But then I thought about my dream And wondered why a weed so pretty must be pulled It seemed a little cruel I got up every day And tried to earn my pay And though I was an amateur I was hired I was hire
Song Likes
On Playlists
Comments
Please sign up or log in to post a comment.