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Fairweather Flies
Clinton Moore
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Dark CountryModern Blues RockPowerfulGrittyCynical
The song opens with a stark, lonely acoustic guitar melody, echoing the isolation of the narrator's poverty. As the story of the lottery win hits, the production explodes into a heavy, stomping blues rhythm with a distorted, "fuzz" bassline that sounds like a swarm of buzzing insects. The chorus features a haunting backing choir that sounds almost demonic, representing the fake friends begging for a handout. The vocal delivery shifts from weary storytelling to aggressive, protective grit as he realizes he has to fight to keep what's his. It’s a powerful, cinematic track that twists a happy event into a dark lesson on human nature.
[Verse 1] Last week I was invisible, a ghost in the street Counting copper pennies just to try and eat Darkness was my blanket, silence was my friend Praying for the broken luck to finally end Then the plastic balls bounced and they called out my name Suddenly the world wants to play the game Ticket in my pocket worth a weight in gold But the air in the room is getting icy cold [Chorus] Sunshine brings the shadows out, honey brings the flies I see the dollar signs reflecting in your hungry eyes Where were you when the lights were cut and the cupboards were bare? Now you're calling me "Brother" and acting like you care I won the war against the poverty and pain But now I'm standing in a different kind of rain You want a piece of the pie, you want a sip of the wine But you can't have a nickel if you didn't spend the dime Fairweather Flies [Verse 2] Cousins coming out of the woodwork now Reminding me of a promise or a forgotten vow Phone is ringing off the hook in the middle of the night Everyone's a victim looking for a little light I see the sharks circling in the deep blue sea They ain't looking at the money, they're looking at me Like a meal, like a feast, like a prey to catch But I'm locking up the gate and I'm burning the latch [Chorus] Sunshine brings the shadows out, honey brings the flies I see the dollar signs reflecting in your hungry eyes Where were you when the lights were cut and the cupboards were bare? Now you're calling me "Brother" and acting like you care I won the war against the poverty and pain But now I'm standing in a different kind of rain You want a piece of the pie, you want a sip of the wine But you can't have a nickel if you didn't spend the dime Fairweather Flies [Bridge] Keep your hand out. Keep it empty. I remember who fed me. And it wasn't you. [Heavy Fuzz Guitar Solo - Buzzing and Aggressive] [Outro] Buzz off. Get gone. My sunshine. Fairweather Flies.
Dark CountryModern Blues RockPowerfulGrittyCynicalGritty/ProtectiveAcoustic GuitarFuzz BassChoirStomp DrumsSunoGemini (Google)
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