Paul Fifield Music - Put Your Pistol Away

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Put Your Pistol Away
by Paul Fifield
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Recorded and mixed in Redwood City, CA in 2010 by Paul Fifield.

All instruments played by Paul Fifield except drums, which were generated in Band-In-A-Box. Vocals by Paul Fifield.

This song began as a songwriting class exercise. As I worked the exercise I began to think about the poison that can be spread in a relationship by the words that are chosen. Build your partner up, tear your partner down, or dance back and forth? The teacher, Carol McComb, was curious about what informed me about this process. Well, just growing up in an environment where poison words were frequently sprayed about by one particular parent. And you never knew when or for what reason the bullets would start flying. But I frequently heard things like, “I hope you have kids just as terrible as you when you grow up!”, or “I wish you’d never been born!” I wasn’t a bad kid, just a kid. I know that parents were once kids themselves and often have been damaged from being subjected to the same or worse abuse, but part of being a grown-up is taking responsibility to avoid perpetuating the abusive processes you endured as a youth. Yeah, well, easier said than done. All is forgiven. - Paul Fifield

Put Your Pistol Away
© Paul Fifield 2010 All Rights Reserved

If you mess with my mind I can take it just fine, as long as I know it’s in fun
But I’m feeling of late there’s a helping of hate, that’s loaded a slug in your gun

How much longer ‘til you see the light? This life is too short for these games
And if you don’t treat me right, I will slip out one night
And you’ll be the one who’s to blame

I’ve been close before, nearly walked out the door, but love was enough to prevail
You mended your ways for a couple of days and I lost momentum to bail

How much longer ‘til you see the light? This life is too short for these games
And if you don’t treat me right, I will slip out one night
And you’ll be the one who’s to blame
If you don’t treat me right, I will slip out one night
And you’ll be the one who’s to blame

I thought we’d turned around, I thought we’d finally found
Common and nurturing ground
But once again bullets fly, my spirit’s gonna die
If we don’t get right I’ll go down

I am getting so tired, of the bullets you’ve fired, I don’t have much rope anymore
Pay attention today, put your pistol away, and I’ll take my hand off the door

If you don’t treat me right, I will slip out one night
And you’ll be the one who’s to blame