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by Pat Pattison


  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Daddy said he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest was heaving

  Too upset to cry

  Stumbling down the hallway

  Escaping to my room

  Years stretched out before me

  Like sand and shifting dunes

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Years have etched their patterns in my life

  I walk the beach alone

  Searching through the leavings of the tides

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  The move from past-tense verses to a present-tense bridge works. And each chorus has her cupping her hands over her ears and singing her little song, even as an adult. Kind of a spooky effect.

  Now let's try it as a second-person narrative, on the model of Bob Seger's “The Fire Inside”:

  She Sells Sea Shells (Version 6)

  Daddy's voice is thunder

  Mama's voice is rain

  You're too scared to watch

  The hurricane

  Shaken by their shouting

  Choking back your tears

  You sing this tiny melody

  Hands cupped over ears

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Too upset to cry

  You stumble down the hallway

  Escaping to your room

  Years stretch out before you

  Like sand and shifting dunes

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Years have etched their patterns in your life

  You walk the beach alone

  Searching through the leavings of the tides

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Oops. The chorus has to stay in third person. That's the attraction of the song. But the third-person chorus doesn't work very well with you, especially the second and third times. Goodbye to second-person narrative.

  So it's between third- and first-person narrative. Close call. Look at versions three and version five side by side:

  Version 5

  Version 3

  Daddy's voice was thunder

  Daddy's voice is thunder

  Mama's voice was rain

  Mama's voice is rain

  I was scared to watch

  Baby's scared to watch

  The hurricane

  The hurricane

  Shaken by their shouting

  Shaken by their shouting

  Choking back my tears

  Choking back her tears

  I'd sing this tiny melody

  She sings this tiny melody

  Hands cupped over ears

  Hands cupped over ears

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Daddy said he's leaving

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest was heaving

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Too upset to cry

  Too upset to cry

  Stumbling down the hallway

  Baby stumbles down the hall

  Escaping to my room

  Escaping to her room

  Years stretched out before me

  Years stretch out before her

  Like sand and shifting dunes

  Like sand and shifting dunes

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Years have etched their

  Years have etched their

  patterns in my life

  patterns in her life

  I walk the beach alone

  She walks the beach alone

  Searching through the

  Searching through the

  leavings of the tides

  leavings of the tides

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Make your own list of pros and cons for each version. I like the intimacy of first person. Here, however, we lose some immediacy in past tense. The distancing of third person can be effective, but we really don't feel that much distance because the present tense verses are so immediate.

  What locks in my decision is the way the third-person bridge flows into the chorus. She in the bridge becomes she in the chorus!

  Now, stop to think: Is there any reason to try a version of third person with the verses in past tense? Yup. Process. Go back to version three and do it.

  I don't like it. It loses our treasured immediacy. So the verses stay in present tense.

  One more thing. How about keeping the narrator focused on the little girl the whole song? We could put the bridge in future tense (never forget future tense — sometimes it can work miracles):

  Years will etch their patterns in her life

  She 'll walk the beach alone

  Searching through the leavings of the tides

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells …

  A big difference in focus. I really like the future tense. It moves into the present-tense chorus just as effectively, and it keeps the speaker looking at the little girl in her room. So here's what we've got:

  She Sells Sea Shells (Version 7)

  Daddy's voice is thunder

  Mama's voice is rain

  Baby's scared to watch

  The hurricane

  Shaken by their shouting

  Choking back her tears

  She sings this tiny melody

  Hands cupped over ears

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Too upset to cry

  Baby stumbles down the hall

  Escaping to her room

  Years stretch out before her

  Like sand and shifting dunes

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Years have etched their patterns in her life

  She walks the beach alone

  Searching through the leavings of the tides

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  There. Point of view and tense check out. Finally, let's look to see how effective the form is. Right now, it's verse / verse / chorus / verse / verse / chorus / bridge / chorus.

  When we get to verse four, we've seen the same structure three times, threatening to make the song feel too long. So what are our options?

  Option 1

  Dump verse four (or three). That would give us the more streamlined and effective form of: verse / verse / chorus / verse / chorus / bridge / chorus. Look at verses three and four again. Can we dump one?

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Too upset to cry

  Baby stumbles down the hall

  Escaping to her room

  Years stretch out before her

  Like sand and shifting dunes

  Try reading from the top, leaving out verse three. She doesn't seem to have a reason to stumble down the hall, nor is there a basis for the dramatic lines years stretch out before her / like sand and shifting dunes.

  We need to know daddy's leaving.

  We can't do without verse four, either.
We couldn't get into the chorus effectively.

  Option 2

  Combine verses three and four into one effective verse:

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Too upset to cry

  Baby stumbles down the hall

  Escaping to her room

  Years stretch out before her

  Like sand and shifting dunes

  Four ideas, each one two lines long. Maybe the bridge can cover the final two lines.

  Years stretch out before her

  Like sand and shifting dunes

  Years will etch their patterns in her life

  She'll walk the beach alone

  Searching through the leavings of the tides

  They're not the same, but let's suppose that the bridge will at least suggest the last two lines' idea. We're left with:

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Too upset to cry

  Baby stumbles down the hall

  Escaping to her room

  Let's get rid of mama's reaction and adjust the rhymes:

  She Sells Sea Shells (Version 8)

  Daddy's voice is thunder

  Mama's voice is rain

  Baby's scared to watch

  The hurricane

  Shaken by their shouting

  Choking back her tears

  She sings this tiny melody

  Hands cupped over ears

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  Baby stumbles to her room

  They won't hear her cry

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Years will etch their patterns in her life

  She'll walk the beach alone

  Searching through the leavings of the tides

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  What do you think? Certainly the form is more effective. I miss the picture of mama, and its drama. I like the way the bridge fills in for the last two lines of the old verse four, though. Let's see what else we can do.

  Option 3

  Rather than identical verse structures, change the structure of verses two and four so the same structure doesn't repeat four times. The structure of verses two and four still match each other. Let's work with the first song system:

  Daddy's voice is thunder

  x

  Mama's voice is rain

  a

  Baby's scared to watch

  x

  The hurricane

  a

  Shaken by their shouting

  x

  Choking back her tears

  b

  Hands cupped over ears

  b

  She sings this tiny song so she won't hear

  b

  Changing the rhyme scheme and extending the last line in verse two gives us a nice contrast with verse one. The two structures are related, but verse two develops and will force musical development as well.

  Let's see if we can we play the same trick in the second song system:

  Daddy says he's leaving

  x

  This time it's good-bye

  a

  Mama's chest is heaving

  x

  Too upset to cry

  a

  Baby stumbles down the hall

  x

  Escaping to her room

  b

  Lost inside her childish tune

  b

  Years stretch out like sand and shifting dunes

  b

  Not bad. This is the result:

  She Sells Sea Shells (Version 9)

  Daddy's voice is thunder

  Mama's voice is rain

  Baby's scared to watch

  The hurricane

  Shaken by their shouting

  Choking back her tears

  Hands cupped over ears

  She sings this tiny melody so she can't hear

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Too upset to cry

  Baby stumbles down the hall

  Escaping to her room

  Lost inside her childish tune

  Years stretch out like sand and shifting dunes

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Years will etch their patterns in her life

  She'll walk the beach alone

  Searching through the leavings of the tides

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Option 4

  Change verses two and four into transitional “pre-choruses” to go between verse and chorus. Extend verse two into two five-stress lines:

  Daddy's voice is thunder

  Mama's voice is rain

  Baby's scared to watch

  The hurricane

  Cold and shaken, choking back her tears

  She sings this song, hands cupped over ears

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Not bad. Let's see about the second song system:

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Too upset to cry

  Baby disappears inside her room

  Years stretch out like sand and shifting dunes

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  The transitional sections have the virtue of forcing a strong musical development. Each song system becomes an integrated unit. Here's our result:

  She Sells Sea Shells (Version 10)

  Daddy's voice is thunder

  Mama's voice is rain

  Baby's scared to watch

  The hurricane

  Cold and shaken, choking back her tears

  She sings this song, hands cupped over ears

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Too upset to cry

  Baby disappears inside her room

  Years stretch out like sand and shifting dunes

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Years will etch their patterns in her life

  She'll walk the beach alone

  Searching through the leavings of the tides

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Version 9

  Version 10

  Daddy's voice is thunder

  Daddy's voice is thunder

  Mama's voice is rain

  Mama's voice is rain

  Baby's scared to watch

  Baby's scared to watch

  The hurricane

  The hurricane

  Shaken by their shouting

  Cold and shaken, choking back her tears

  Choking back her tears

  She sings this song, hands cupped over ears

  Hands cupped over ears

  She sings this tiny song so she can't hear

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Daddy says he's leaving

  Daddy says he's leaving

  This time it's
good-bye

  This time it's good-bye

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Mama's chest is heaving

  Too upset to cry

  Too upset to cry

  Baby stumbles down the hall

  Baby disappears inside her room

  Escaping to her room

  Years stretch out like sand and shifting dune

  Lost inside her childish tune

  Years stretch out like sand and shifting dunes

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Years will etch their patterns in her life

  She'll walk the beach alone

  Searching through the leavings of the tides

  She sells seashells, she sells seashells

  She sells seashells, seashells by the shore

  Perhaps the final choice is a matter of taste, but the important part is the process — developing alternatives is what makes the decisions based on taste possible.

  Maybe I could have written lines in option three and option four that would have made me like them better, but my choice is number two. I like the way the second verse sets up the chorus both as her little song (with cry in the sense of call) and as a commentary (“they won't hear her weeping while she sells sea shells”). No, I don't expect everyone to get it, but it's still there resonating and making the emotions richer. Plus, given the last line, they won't hear her cry, their patterns in the bridge now refers both to the parents' patterns and the patterns etched by the years.

  My next step: Fax Bob. Then call. Confidently, already salivating at the prospect of watching the blood drain from the demo singer's face when the first chorus comes around, I say, “What d'ya think?”

 

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