The Sunday Song: Up Near Witch Creek
Of course I had to write a song based on the wildfire experience. But honestly, the suburban wildfire experience doesn’t make for much of a song. Plus, I was also slightly annoyed at all the people saying stuff like “boo hoo, affluent SoCal people” when anyone who lives in San Diego County knows there’s quite a range of incomes and lifestyles around here.
So I decided to do the song from the point of view of someone who lives out near where the fires started — where there are lots of folks who have farms or ranches. Wrote it today around 2pm, and then wrestled with my recording setup for three hours (misconfigured recording input). So this is just a quick sketch of it done in the last hour.
The song is called Up Near Witch Creek, and it goes like this:
When the fires took off they raced long and low
They crackled and cursed through valleys out in Campo
The apple trees are burning and man it smells so sweet
The Santa Anas are blowing smoke along with heat
I don’t know how it started
Maybe power lines are down
But the night is getting brighter
Witch fire’s coming round
When the fires took off they raced long and hard
Chewing up the sagebrush, the scrub and chaparral
You know it’s been real dry here, beetles killed the pines
And now we’re paying tolls due earlier up the line
I don’t know how it started
They say it’s in the crowns
And the night is getting brighter
Witch fire’s coming round
So hush my baby girl, don’t cry but don’t you dare go sleep
And son, you’ll need to be brave and decide which toys to keep
Your momma’s got some pieces of our lives packed and no its not enough
But we’ll all stay together until the sun comes up
When the fires took off they raced long and low
From up near Santa Ysabel to down in Mexico
The horses are all panicked from the embers in the sky
I can’t take them all with me, but I can’t just let them die
I don’t know how it started,
But we have to leave our town
The night is getting brighter
Witch fire’s coming round
So hush my baby girl
Son, you’ll need to be brave
Your momma’s got some pieces of our lives
We’ll be together after the Witch fire
Guitar info: Open D tuning on the 62 Gibson L000 acoustic. Electric slide on the Melody Maker (hurriedly, sorry). And bass.

My dad was trying to write a poem based on Tennyson’s Charge of the Light Brigade. One verse works really well for what was our situation…
Very piercing. I liked this verse the best:
“When the fires took off they raced long and hard
Chewing up the sagebrush, the scrub and chaparral
You know it’s been real dry here, beetles killed the pines
And now we’re paying tolls due earlier up the line”
I’m trying to visualize what “chaparral” is and looking at Google images.
I’m glad you’re all ok.
Cool!
I just turned in my assignments for the chuck children’s play, Jack and the Beanstalk. Not nearly as timely as what you are riffing. Good luck out there. Rita said you were in the midst of it.
http://home.hiwaay.net/~cbullard/mp3/FeeFiFoFum.mp3
http://home.hiwaay.net/~cbullard/mp3/jack.mp3
http://home.hiwaay.net/~cbullard/mp3/MooBooBouree.mp3