Composer Needed for Song
Budget: $830 – $1,170 USD
Composer needed to create a sad, somber, but beautifully orchestrated score for this song.
I am open to lyric changes or additions to help fit with the score.
The song is about my abuse in Scouting and will be used in the independent movie LOST VALLEY. More info is at - LostValley.movie
FATHER FIGURE
I saw all the parks filled with fathers and sons
Playing tag or catch, having lots of fun
More than anything I wished for a Dad
To guide and love me, even when I was bad
My mom and I were close, a family of our own
Til sickness took her away, leaving me alone
My step-father was always cold and cruel
Easy to make angry with his ridiculous rules
A father figure was what I craved
Even one that was sick and depraved
I learned so much from my Scoutmaster dad
He became the father I never had.
I was skinny and awkward, lacking self-esteem
In a world of my own, never part of a team
In Boy Scouts I found a brand-new life
Complete with structure, bonding, never any strife
My time in Scouting was a dream come true
Camping, fishing, learning things new
Scoutmaster Johnny became my mentor and friend
I needed his love and attention to the bitter end
A father figure was what I craved
Even one that was sick and depraved
I learned so much from my Scoutmaster dad
He became the father I never had.
No one knew Johnny was a wolf in sheep's clothing
With a mental sickness born of self-loathing
The abuse he suffered as a very young boy
Now controls his urges in search of sex toys
The first time Johnny touched me I was excited and scared
But I grew to enjoy the relationship we shared
We often traveled to meet with others of his kind
Where I eagerly offered my body and my mind
A father figure was what I craved
Even one that was sick and depraved
I learned so much from my Scoutmaster dad
He became the father I never had.
When I was told to recruit young Scouts for sex
I was eager to please not worried about the effect
For years this abuse continued until I aged out
Then I was dumped in favor of a fresh new Scout
For over sixty years I've carried such dark pain
Guilt is a cancer that slowly eats your brain
But truth be told even knowing what I know
I miss the love and attention my abuser helped grow
A father figure was what I craved
Even one that was sick and depraved
I learned so much from my Scoutmaster dad
He became the father I never had.
I am open to lyric changes or additions to help fit with the score.
The song is about my abuse in Scouting and will be used in the independent movie LOST VALLEY. More info is at - LostValley.movie
FATHER FIGURE
I saw all the parks filled with fathers and sons
Playing tag or catch, having lots of fun
More than anything I wished for a Dad
To guide and love me, even when I was bad
My mom and I were close, a family of our own
Til sickness took her away, leaving me alone
My step-father was always cold and cruel
Easy to make angry with his ridiculous rules
A father figure was what I craved
Even one that was sick and depraved
I learned so much from my Scoutmaster dad
He became the father I never had.
I was skinny and awkward, lacking self-esteem
In a world of my own, never part of a team
In Boy Scouts I found a brand-new life
Complete with structure, bonding, never any strife
My time in Scouting was a dream come true
Camping, fishing, learning things new
Scoutmaster Johnny became my mentor and friend
I needed his love and attention to the bitter end
A father figure was what I craved
Even one that was sick and depraved
I learned so much from my Scoutmaster dad
He became the father I never had.
No one knew Johnny was a wolf in sheep's clothing
With a mental sickness born of self-loathing
The abuse he suffered as a very young boy
Now controls his urges in search of sex toys
The first time Johnny touched me I was excited and scared
But I grew to enjoy the relationship we shared
We often traveled to meet with others of his kind
Where I eagerly offered my body and my mind
A father figure was what I craved
Even one that was sick and depraved
I learned so much from my Scoutmaster dad
He became the father I never had.
When I was told to recruit young Scouts for sex
I was eager to please not worried about the effect
For years this abuse continued until I aged out
Then I was dumped in favor of a fresh new Scout
For over sixty years I've carried such dark pain
Guilt is a cancer that slowly eats your brain
But truth be told even knowing what I know
I miss the love and attention my abuser helped grow
A father figure was what I craved
Even one that was sick and depraved
I learned so much from my Scoutmaster dad
He became the father I never had.