Homewrecker for the Holidays

Know better than to call it love

My Dear Fauxs,

I know, provocative title, right?

The song that I have added to the growing volume of demos etc this week is called “Homewrecker for the Holidays.”

You can listen to it here as an mp3:

You can listen to it here (and/or purchase it) as a wav file:

This song was recorded as a voice memo¹ on my iPhone on 2/26/21.

Screen shot of voice memos from early 2021.

I added a little compression and verb in Adobe Audition today just before posting this song to Bandcamp.

This is kind of a mash-up of two songs that drifted together in my head. The concubine/homewrecker bit had been hanging around for some time, and the holidays bit was new and seemed to want to dance with the concubine.²

I was making some of this up as I went along and I’m still not sure what all of it means.

Here are the lyrics:

Homewrecker for the Holidays

I'll play homewrecker to your concubine
I'll do what you want me to do
I'll play homewrecker to your concubine
I'm here for you

I'm so in love with what we've got
not gonna call it love
know better than to
call it love

I'll play, oooohhh

I'll play homewrecker to your concubine
I'll do what you want me to do
I'll play homewrecker to your concubine
I'm here for you

I'm so in love with what we got
ain't gonna call it love
ain't gonna call it love

It all started when you were home for the holidays
a semester abroad had changed your ways
no more cat and mouse
you said come to your house
your parents were away
so I came
and I stayed
all night long
two nights strong
third night wrong
third night good night...

you were home again in June
we lay in a field staring at the moon
you leaned and kissed my cheek
we only had a week
and your parents were not away
so we had to evade
and i prayed every night for your release
I'd wait by the "T" in the field
no more cat and mouse
you said "I won't be at my house,
we'll meet in a field far away
we'll meet in a field far away
we'll meet in a field far away..."

you were home for the holidays
a semester abroad had changed your ways
no more cat and mouse
you said "come to my house!"
"my parents" you said "are away."
so I came
and I stayed
and I stayed

I'll play homewrecker to your concubine
I'll do what you want me to do
I'll play homewrecker to your concubine (listen)
I'm here for you
I'm here for you

by Faux Jean

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Here’s a photo of the mood board I mustered to create this newsletter:

Retroactively I want to say that the parents showed up on the 3rd night unexpectedly, and that’s what was wrong. The meaning isn’t clear in the poetry.

“The lyric “by the “T” in the field” refers to a field off Highway 61 north of Duluth where kids in my high school used to have parties. The “T” is a scenic overlook of Lake Superior there, and it’s basically a little parking lot shaped like the letter “T.”

So people would say: “Hey, dude,³ there’s a 5-barrel at the “T” tonight, you should come up.”

It was a good place to congregate and not get busted by the cops, say.

“Meet me at the ‘T’.”

This is where our lovers were forced to rendezvous in the summer portion of the verse.

This damn song is over 6 minutes long!

I got a lot of nerve taxing your attention like that.⁴

Busting out that falsetto.

And I know I said that Volume 2 of “FTMUFOMMTS” was going to lean heavily on old cassette demos and the like, but I was feeling this one this week.

The holidays shall soon be upon us.

Maybe add this one to your holiday playlist, freak out the elders?

I remain your humble servant,

OX&C,

Faux Jean

p.s. I’ve eaten more Sourpatch kids in the last 24 hours than anyone really should.

1. There are currently about 150 song ideas floating around on my voice memos. (Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!)

2. Concubine is not a word you hear in many pop songs these days. Correct me if I’m wrong.

3. Nobody said “Bro” then.

4. Speaking of taxing one’s attention, when I opened the Firefox browser to write this newsletter, I was faced with a link on “How to befriend a crow.” I resisted the urge to procrastinate further in writing this newsletter, but I do kind of want to know…