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The wild, almost irreverent message of red boots: let's rock this thang, baby.
 
In the winter of 2011, I packed a wedding dress in a suitcase and flew to Europe to marry a man I had never met, but who I had only been in touch with telepathically for the previous 12 years. 

In my luggage, I also packed a pair of red boots.  I relished the idea of getting married in sweet, traditional white, partnered with the wild, almost irreverent message of red boots:  Let's rock this thang, baby.  

The marriage didn't happen.  I got stood up, and flew home.  Some called me crazy, some called me brave.  And then we both moved on, mostly.  

As simple as this song is, its creation process assisted me to fill in a bit of the deep hole the experience has left in me, a hole still lined with thousands of question marks.

Might as well move on with flair. 


Red Boots

Music and Lyrics by Emily Potter

F B C B

Give me red boots before I go

We’ll call it even, there’s no one to blame

Knee high, deep mahogany stained

Red boots before I go


My old brown boots walked the world to find you

Oh but she found you first 

She’s lovely I’ve been told

Now my soles are full of holes

From the mountains of emotions I traversed


So give me red boots before I go

We’ll call it even, there’s no one to blame

Knee high, deep stained

Red boots before I go


I’m walking, thinking about her and you

My wet feet feel the winter chill

Yeah don’t promise that you loved me

My red eyes want an offering

My red toes want new boots

to walk these hills


And make ‘em red

So I can walk away from you in style

Knee high, make 'em knee high

It'll bring back my smile

Red boots before I go

Red boots before you go 


Photo: D'Arcy Benincosa

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