Freedom and The Mustangs of Las Colinas

I always considered it the mark of a lazy songwriter:  The LONG introduction.

            "Ahem....This song is about a time when my roommate and her ex-husband had this fight and ....blah...blah...blah...."

Sorry, but if I can't tell what the song is about from listening to it, then you haven't done your job. Re-write, please.

Ummm...What's the emoticon for Eating Crow?

Because here I am, being THAT songwriter, explaining an obscure reference in my latest song, because unless you know this sculpture in Irving, Texas, the song may not make much sense.

The Mustangs of Las Colinas
photo from the Irving Archives -  used with permission 

I saw photos of "The Mustangs of Las Colinas" by wildlife sculptor Robert Glen online and thought it was magnificent piece of art. Magical. Inspiring.  There's such forward motion and energy behind it, such high spirit and yet...

I knew I had to fit it into a song.

photo from the Irving Archives, used with permission

At about the same time, I became aware of the serious problem of sex trafficking in the US. Seems it is NOT just a Third-World-Other-People's-Problem, but a real menace right here in California. And it involves children and teens exploited and enslaved by the adults in the their lives, innocent victims who deserve better.

Those ideas came together in this song.

The folks at The Mustangs of Las Colinas in Texas kindly provided photos of their prized sculpture - and the story behind it is well worth reading at their website: The Mustangs of Las Colinas.

For more information on sex trafficking and what is being done to help victims:

Courage Wordwide: a Rocklin, California-based organization devoted to building homes for rescued children.

Northern California Anti-Trafficking Coalition.

And after that very long-winded (sorry) introduction, here's the song (lyrics are below):

THE MUSTANGS OF LAS COLINAS

Words and music by Erin Friedman

Saw a picture in a magazine

Ponies running through a stream

Water splashing at their feet

Cast in bronze, set in stone

Nurse called my name, set my wrist

Another clumsy accident

Wait in the parking lot for him

We’ll head on down the road

And we run like The Mustangs of Las Colinas

Full of fury, fire and frozen in place

But unlike The Mustangs of Las Colinas

I’ll reach the far shore

I’m breakin’ away

Fifteen and livin’ in a homeless hell

Friend or foe? – It’s hard to tell

But he rescued me and taught me well

To do what a girl can do

Kept his promises with lock and key

Cigarette burns on the sheets

The girl who planned to chase her dreams

Can’t find the strength to move

So we run like The Mustangs of Las Colinas

Full of fury, fire and frozen in place

But unlike The Mustangs of Las Colinas

I’ll reach the far shore

I’m breakin’ away

Don’t bite the hand that brings your meals

Don’t talk too much, don’t think, don’t feel

But those ponies kickin’ up their heels

Keep runnin’ through my mind

Stalled stampede at the starting gate

Slow-motion scene that culminates

With a single shot from a .38

Race is on, and the water’s fine

And I run like The Mustangs of Las Colinas

Full of fury, fire and frozen no more

But unlike The Mustangs of Las Colinas

I’ll find my freedom

I'll climb that far shore

© 2014 Erin Friedman