about
This is not a true story; my family moved permanently out of my childhood home when I was 15. But the lyrics are informed by my life and they mean something to me personally.
The tree, a beautiful melaleuca viminalis, was real. All the wildlife loved it as I did. It grew 8 metres tall and leaned over our fence from a neighbouring property until it was torn down during a demolition in 2023. Its absence leaves me immensely saddened.
Melaleuca trees, sometimes called callistemon or bottlebrush, are native to Australia. They are usually glorified bushes, not so much with a trunk as a mass of woody stems and flowers that last for months on end. Their nectar brings wildlife from afar, and in summer they strew spent red flower stalks all over the place.
This song is unashamedly of my part of the world: Christmas is in December; the proper colour for a tree is grey-green, locations in the yard can be described by backyard cricket fielding positions; "lawn" rhymes with "born".
Compositionally, I would also be remiss to omit that one of the chord progressions in this song is influenced by my childhood musical hero Scott Joplin. I also wanted to give attention to the piano left hand notes, to let the bass part have its own counterpoint rather than just repeating the tonic of every chord. It was educational to discover how the tempo of this song needed to change not just from verse to verse, but speeding and slowing on a bar-by-bar basis. On top of that, I turned off quantization, so even the tempo track was only advisory.
This is the first song where I've played a physical guitar rather than a synthesized one. I'm not much of a live performer, even less of a guitarist, so I want you to know that this solo is comped together from 105 separate recordings! I still can't feel some of the fingertips on my left hand.
lyrics
Weeping melaleuca, you were there when I was small
Deep at extra cover, you were there to catch the ball
Through all my misadventures you were there to take the fall
Counting rings each year since I was born
Tower in the backyard, a perpetual mainstay
Oh, weeping melaleuca, you were constant as the day
You were ever olive green as life grew up and down
Sunny cheer, and then the year the black dog came to town
Despondent in the darkness deep despair enough to drown
You had the grace to look a mite forlorn
Shelter when I doubted just who I was meant to be
Oh, weeping melaleuca, you would always weep for me
Summer brought a feast for every possum, bat and bird
And every Christmas I’d return and share a festive word
And I’d confide my secrets, sure that no one overheard
You’d sprinkle scarlet tinsel on the lawn
Patiently accepting all the things I had to say
Oh, weeping melaleuca, you were never hard to sway
And though you’re left behind
I hope the years were kind
There’s just this picture in my mind I’ve drawn
Today I got nostalgic so I scheduled a house call
Standing on the footpath, there’s no sign of you at all
What took you in the end, was it a dozer or a squall?
I thought that you’d outlive me, I’d have sworn
Driving home tomorrow, I resolve to plant a tree
Oh, weeping melaleuca, you are always part of me
Weeping melaleuca, thank you for the memory
credits
released July 21, 2023
Copyright 2023 Deborah Pickett.
Instruments used: Korg Kronos, Fender American Acoustasonic Telecaster.
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