New Song, a little take off on the tin man and Dorothy from the wizard of oz. A fun little ditty.
How it Goes
Here’s a story of a broken man,
Just pieces of an old tin can,
Lost his heart,
We know,
how this goes.
Was as high as a kite can go,
Was as sure as mistletoe,
Turned his head, and
never
saw her go
Now he’s stuck like rust,
And carries a great big hole.
And everything he trusts,
Goes round and round and round,
Til it’s gone,
aint that
how it goes.
Here’s a story of a wayward girl,
incomplete and lost her world,
With shiny shoes,
hand me down.
She’s got a basket ,She puts love in,
Skips along until she needs some,
Reaches in,
But it’s gone.
And she feels so alone
Like she’s in a great big hole
When it starts to feel like home
It goes round and round and round
Til it’s gone,
ain’t that
how it goes.
Aint love a mess
when it’s got a job to do,
If you can’t treat it best,
it won’t be there for you, and
An oil can and a witch,
is what you get.
a tin man and a wayward girl,
Skipping through a mixed up world,
Looking for what they’re
too afraid,
To give.
Hand me down and rust,
On a quest to save themselves,
On a road so long,
It goes round and round and round,
Til it’s gone,
Aint that,
how it goes.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Ridin Lonely
New Song for the Songwriters Challenge at the Local Blend open mic night.
The theme for this month is jail. And so here's a metaphorical special for you folks.
Riding Lonely
A ring on her finger or a .44,
One will kill you quicker
One will kill you more,
And he’s staring at the door
Three lovely ladies
In love with one man
He can’t love them all
But he does what he can
And it’s lock down once again.
He’s been stuck here all his life,
In this jail waiting for someone to come,
No one wants what they can‘t see,
Ain’t nobody, nobody going to set him free.
A smile on her face,
A shell on her floor
One’s just beginnin
to settle the score,
And he’s staring at the door.
A promise or a lie
Just one in the same,
One last longer
And the others a game
And it’s lock down once again.
He’s been through this all before,
In this jail waiting for the pain to come,
In his hand he holds the key,
Ain’t nobody going to set him free.
He dreams of far off trails,
Riding lonely,
finally found himself some peace.
No one clinging to some...
...broken dream
Of some man he’ll never be,
Where he won’t need,
he won't need to be set free.
He’s been stuck here all his life,
In this jail waiting for someone to come,
No one wants what they can‘t see,
Ain’t nobody, nobody going to set him free.
The theme for this month is jail. And so here's a metaphorical special for you folks.
Riding Lonely
A ring on her finger or a .44,
One will kill you quicker
One will kill you more,
And he’s staring at the door
Three lovely ladies
In love with one man
He can’t love them all
But he does what he can
And it’s lock down once again.
He’s been stuck here all his life,
In this jail waiting for someone to come,
No one wants what they can‘t see,
Ain’t nobody, nobody going to set him free.
A smile on her face,
A shell on her floor
One’s just beginnin
to settle the score,
And he’s staring at the door.
A promise or a lie
Just one in the same,
One last longer
And the others a game
And it’s lock down once again.
He’s been through this all before,
In this jail waiting for the pain to come,
In his hand he holds the key,
Ain’t nobody going to set him free.
He dreams of far off trails,
Riding lonely,
finally found himself some peace.
No one clinging to some...
...broken dream
Of some man he’ll never be,
Where he won’t need,
he won't need to be set free.
He’s been stuck here all his life,
In this jail waiting for someone to come,
No one wants what they can‘t see,
Ain’t nobody, nobody going to set him free.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Roll On
I wrote this song in another midnight creative flurry. I really like it.
Roll On
by Kurt Lussier
I woke up on Monday morning too soon,
I had nothing better to do,
Then think about Sunday morning,
I packed her things and she was gone,
Had to watch her moving on, roll on, roll on, roll on.
Roll on, roll on, roll on.
You spend you life building something strong,
You teach her what’s right and fight what’s wrong,
Then on a Sunday Morning
You say goodbye and hope you’ve done enough
To help her roll on, roll on, roll on.
Roll on, roll on roll on.
Then you get a call without warning,
She says, “Dad there’s someone I want you to meet,
I think you’re going to really like him.”
Roll on, roll on, roll on.
And so I put her hand in his,
Another man that takes my place,
And I step back and watch her,
Roll on, roll on, roll on.
And you think of the games you played
And the sad days you were the only one,
To wash all her tears away and help her find
A better way,
Now you find your setting sun,
A place to ride, til you are done,
Roll on, roll on, roll on,
Roll on, roll on, roll on.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_5775247
Roll On
by Kurt Lussier
I woke up on Monday morning too soon,
I had nothing better to do,
Then think about Sunday morning,
I packed her things and she was gone,
Had to watch her moving on, roll on, roll on, roll on.
Roll on, roll on, roll on.
You spend you life building something strong,
You teach her what’s right and fight what’s wrong,
Then on a Sunday Morning
You say goodbye and hope you’ve done enough
To help her roll on, roll on, roll on.
Roll on, roll on roll on.
Then you get a call without warning,
She says, “Dad there’s someone I want you to meet,
I think you’re going to really like him.”
Roll on, roll on, roll on.
And so I put her hand in his,
Another man that takes my place,
And I step back and watch her,
Roll on, roll on, roll on.
And you think of the games you played
And the sad days you were the only one,
To wash all her tears away and help her find
A better way,
Now you find your setting sun,
A place to ride, til you are done,
Roll on, roll on, roll on,
Roll on, roll on, roll on.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_5775247
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sometimes the Wheels
Three songs this week, first Stupid Boy that I just posted and now Sometimes the Wheels. Occasionally I wake up with a song that I've written in a dream. I quickly lose them before I can get to a guitar. But occasionally I trap enough of one to complete it. This is one such song. A little folksy guitar thingy. Tomorrow I will fine tune my songwriters challenge song, called Doug McNally gets it right. A songwriting trifecta of a week.
Sometimes the wheels.
Sometimes the wheels burn up the highways,
sometimes the wheels spin in my head,
Sometimes the road goes on forever
sometimes I can't sleep at all
there's a song,
that I keep singing
Some days, it don't sound no good at all,
but I, Just keep on a-singing,
just to drown out the noise outside these walls.
Sometimes the wheels burn up the highways
sometimes the wheels spin in my head
sometimes the road goes on forever
some days I can't sleep at all
there's peace on the horizon
somewhere there's hope, to set me free.
I'll just keep on a driving,
and chase what's right in front of me.
Sometimes the wheels.....
I'm a testament to what went wrong
Broken words and failing songs,
all alone when all else is gone.
Laughing at myself
like a punchline from a dream
Out of useful lies but finally free.
I know, yes I know
I know, yes I know.
there's one more place to go.
Sometimes....
Sometimes the wheels.
Sometimes the wheels burn up the highways,
sometimes the wheels spin in my head,
Sometimes the road goes on forever
sometimes I can't sleep at all
there's a song,
that I keep singing
Some days, it don't sound no good at all,
but I, Just keep on a-singing,
just to drown out the noise outside these walls.
Sometimes the wheels burn up the highways
sometimes the wheels spin in my head
sometimes the road goes on forever
some days I can't sleep at all
there's peace on the horizon
somewhere there's hope, to set me free.
I'll just keep on a driving,
and chase what's right in front of me.
Sometimes the wheels.....
I'm a testament to what went wrong
Broken words and failing songs,
all alone when all else is gone.
Laughing at myself
like a punchline from a dream
Out of useful lies but finally free.
I know, yes I know
I know, yes I know.
there's one more place to go.
Sometimes....
Friday, October 15, 2010
Stupid Boy
Working on an intro song. It's just a short little thing to lead into another song.
Stupid Boy
I'm just a stupid Boy,
just a stupid Boy,
I'm a stupid boy, and I
can't take my eyes off you.
I'm a stupid boy,
just a stupid boy,
such a stupid boy,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm older now,
my lifes' half way through,
I should be a wiser man
but I think that a I am...
Just a stupid boy,
just a stupid boy,
Just a stupid boy and I,
can't take my eyes off you.
Like I'm fifteen once again,
Like I'm sixteen once again,
Like I'm twenty-two, and I
don't know what to do
A stupid boy,
I'm just a stupid boy
such a stupid boy and I
can't take my eyes off you.
Stupid Boy
I'm just a stupid Boy,
just a stupid Boy,
I'm a stupid boy, and I
can't take my eyes off you.
I'm a stupid boy,
just a stupid boy,
such a stupid boy,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm older now,
my lifes' half way through,
I should be a wiser man
but I think that a I am...
Just a stupid boy,
just a stupid boy,
Just a stupid boy and I,
can't take my eyes off you.
Like I'm fifteen once again,
Like I'm sixteen once again,
Like I'm twenty-two, and I
don't know what to do
A stupid boy,
I'm just a stupid boy
such a stupid boy and I
can't take my eyes off you.
Monday, September 27, 2010
New Song, New Guitar (almost)
So I brought my Martin Acoustic in to get it adjusted. It has become virtually unplayable. I also had a pick up installed. I was really worried when I gave it over to Al at his home studio/shop. But when I got it back the thing was incredible. The action was so perfect, and the sound so great. I never know how good a guitar could be, I had always thought mine was pretty good before it got out of whack. Boy was I wrong.
And so of course I've been playing pretty much non stop. That led me to a new song. I haven't recorded it yet, I'm thinking maybe Wednesday or Thursday. So stay tuned.
Wish You Were Here (early morning rain)
Another early morning rain,
I wish you were here.
Wasting all my time again,
I wish you were here.
And I know that I,
yes I know that I,
should find somebody new.
(wish you were here)
Dreams can be so big,
dreams can be so mean,
when you believe a price well paid,
can set you free.
Getting rid of wasted time,
and trying to find,
another door,
another key.
And all you ever wanted,
all you really ever wanted,
was a little something left for you.
Then the early morning rain,
with you peaceful sleeping breath,
could melt away the world.
Now, I 'm soaked right to the bone,
clinging to what is left,
from the road to something more,
and you,
loved me,
and now the sun refuses to shine,
in this early morning rain.
break
And I know that I,
yes, I know that I,
should find somebody new,
(wish you were here)
Another early morning rain,
oh, I wish you were here,
wasting all my time again,
oh, I wish you were here.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_5475477
And so of course I've been playing pretty much non stop. That led me to a new song. I haven't recorded it yet, I'm thinking maybe Wednesday or Thursday. So stay tuned.
Wish You Were Here (early morning rain)
Another early morning rain,
I wish you were here.
Wasting all my time again,
I wish you were here.
And I know that I,
yes I know that I,
should find somebody new.
(wish you were here)
Dreams can be so big,
dreams can be so mean,
when you believe a price well paid,
can set you free.
Getting rid of wasted time,
and trying to find,
another door,
another key.
And all you ever wanted,
all you really ever wanted,
was a little something left for you.
Then the early morning rain,
with you peaceful sleeping breath,
could melt away the world.
Now, I 'm soaked right to the bone,
clinging to what is left,
from the road to something more,
and you,
loved me,
and now the sun refuses to shine,
in this early morning rain.
break
And I know that I,
yes, I know that I,
should find somebody new,
(wish you were here)
Another early morning rain,
oh, I wish you were here,
wasting all my time again,
oh, I wish you were here.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_5475477
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Songwriter's Challenge
So the coffee shop I've been terrorizing with my off key singing and problematic guitar playing has a songwriter's challenge. Not quite sure how the challenge works, but I know the theme is Dancing, and the deadline is tonight. So I'm going to write this song and hopefully perform it tonight.
There's thunder in my heart
that won't quiet down,
there's voices in my head
that drag me around
And though it feels allright
when i feed my restlessness
There's still a little girl
that I'll always miss
and I
lay awake at night and can't lose the day
and then i think of her and it slips away
I watch her
dance
It was last september
since last I was home
I hope she remembers
that I love her so
The thunder is a pounding
in my restless soul
but now it's telling me
it's time to go home
and I
lay awake at night and can't lose the day
and then i think of her and it slips away
I watch her
dance
and the lightning screams
through my restless dreams
i packed my things
and baby I'm coming home
to see you dance
There's thunder in my heart
that won't quiet down,
there's voices in my head
that drag me around
And though it feels allright
when i feed my restlessness
There's still a little girl
that I'll always miss
and I
lay awake at night and can't lose the day
and then i think of her and it slips away
I watch her
dance
It was last september
since last I was home
I hope she remembers
that I love her so
The thunder is a pounding
in my restless soul
but now it's telling me
it's time to go home
and I
lay awake at night and can't lose the day
and then i think of her and it slips away
I watch her
dance
and the lightning screams
through my restless dreams
i packed my things
and baby I'm coming home
to see you dance
Monday, August 16, 2010
In the Night
I wrote this song in 1987. I use to write songs and the pieces of note paper would run away and find little corners of rooms, and piles of papers to hid in. And soon I would forget about them. A favorite hiding spot was in my brothers studio. Occasionally someone looking for a song to do would scoop one up and make a song out of it. This is what happened with this song, it had been done a couple of times before but never quite found it's way onto an album.
Scott was looking for a song to do to break in his new studio software. He didnt' want to waste one of his great songs on a learning curve so went in search of a "crappy" song to destroy. He found this and decided to remake it. I'm very glad he did. He made a beautiful arrangement, and did quite well for his inaugural project. The only flaw was the vocals. Yes that's me singing, and everything else is Scott. He did a great job. Check it out.
In the Night
Sometimes it seems,
I'm barely alive.
I've gotten lost
hanging on this ride.
I stare up through
the neon lights,
I can't see the stars
shining down through the night,
shining down through the night.
Time was always
on my side,
I could do,
whatever i tried.
someday I'll jump
off this ride
and look for you
somewhere in the night,
I'll come look for you
somewhere in the night.
If I had you here
would it be the same
If I had you here
could I ever see the night.
We use to walk alone in the dark
all night, but we'd never get far.
I promised all you dreams would come true
and I'd come back to you,
somewhere in the night,
I still reach for you,
somewhere in the night.
If I had you here,
could it be the same,
If I had you here
could I ever see the night,
Somewhere in the night.
In the Night
Scott was looking for a song to do to break in his new studio software. He didnt' want to waste one of his great songs on a learning curve so went in search of a "crappy" song to destroy. He found this and decided to remake it. I'm very glad he did. He made a beautiful arrangement, and did quite well for his inaugural project. The only flaw was the vocals. Yes that's me singing, and everything else is Scott. He did a great job. Check it out.
In the Night
Sometimes it seems,
I'm barely alive.
I've gotten lost
hanging on this ride.
I stare up through
the neon lights,
I can't see the stars
shining down through the night,
shining down through the night.
Time was always
on my side,
I could do,
whatever i tried.
someday I'll jump
off this ride
and look for you
somewhere in the night,
I'll come look for you
somewhere in the night.
If I had you here
would it be the same
If I had you here
could I ever see the night.
We use to walk alone in the dark
all night, but we'd never get far.
I promised all you dreams would come true
and I'd come back to you,
somewhere in the night,
I still reach for you,
somewhere in the night.
If I had you here,
could it be the same,
If I had you here
could I ever see the night,
Somewhere in the night.
In the Night
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Another step.
I've become quite fond of existentialism. The main thing for me is to really focus on where you're at and make the most of that. In doing this the next footprint on your journey just sort of appears automatically and all you have to do is simply put your foot into it. Eazy peazy.
As I've become immersed in my music journey I've met several musical folks, some in the physical world and some in the virtual world. They've all been critically important to me, and slowly my world and musical support system began to grow.
This has taken me to another new step on my journey. Tonight I did a short live set with just me an my acoustic guitar. Many people are surprised to learn I had never done this. But it is true. I've been a bass player for most of my musical world and a closet acoustic player otherwise. I've done some singing in a band context but never solo. And so tonight I crossed that line I had not dared cross before and technically became a singer/songwriter instead of just a song writer.
The nervousness was unreal. Not as intense as my first live audition way back in the day, or even as scary as the first time I sang karaoke in public, but very scary none-the-less. I was prepared for such a thing though and had my first two songs be quirky little songs that could absorb some nervous mistakes. It worked. The next time I do this i think I might try an easy cover as the first song. We'll see how that goes.
I'm excited to play some more now. And will be over the next couple of months. As I am now standing in a different place in my journey. I plan on making the most out of this spot until a new footprint appears.
As I've become immersed in my music journey I've met several musical folks, some in the physical world and some in the virtual world. They've all been critically important to me, and slowly my world and musical support system began to grow.
This has taken me to another new step on my journey. Tonight I did a short live set with just me an my acoustic guitar. Many people are surprised to learn I had never done this. But it is true. I've been a bass player for most of my musical world and a closet acoustic player otherwise. I've done some singing in a band context but never solo. And so tonight I crossed that line I had not dared cross before and technically became a singer/songwriter instead of just a song writer.
The nervousness was unreal. Not as intense as my first live audition way back in the day, or even as scary as the first time I sang karaoke in public, but very scary none-the-less. I was prepared for such a thing though and had my first two songs be quirky little songs that could absorb some nervous mistakes. It worked. The next time I do this i think I might try an easy cover as the first song. We'll see how that goes.
I'm excited to play some more now. And will be over the next couple of months. As I am now standing in a different place in my journey. I plan on making the most out of this spot until a new footprint appears.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
New Acoustic blog Exclusive
I've written another song intended just for the readers on this blog and musicians on my mailing list from Reverb Nation.
This song is called Days Like These. I wrote it on my old Roland Micro Studio. I'm still working on the Cubase system and it's too cumbersome yet for me to pop out a quick little acoustic ditty like the ones I like to do for this blog. I hope you enjoy it.
Days Like These
It's days like these
your whispers are all I hear
We'll lay right here
and fall asleep
There's you,
and there's me
and make believe
Take my hand,
and we'll disappear
far away
until we're free
There's you,
and there's me
and make believe
Freedoms waiting for us somewhere in here
right between our eyes the truth is clear
let me swim into your soul
let me play in your smile
why can't we stay right here
a little while
Take my hand
and we'll disappear
far away
until we're free
There's you
and there's me
in days like these.
Days like these MP3
This song is called Days Like These. I wrote it on my old Roland Micro Studio. I'm still working on the Cubase system and it's too cumbersome yet for me to pop out a quick little acoustic ditty like the ones I like to do for this blog. I hope you enjoy it.
Days Like These
It's days like these
your whispers are all I hear
We'll lay right here
and fall asleep
There's you,
and there's me
and make believe
Take my hand,
and we'll disappear
far away
until we're free
There's you,
and there's me
and make believe
Freedoms waiting for us somewhere in here
right between our eyes the truth is clear
let me swim into your soul
let me play in your smile
why can't we stay right here
a little while
Take my hand
and we'll disappear
far away
until we're free
There's you
and there's me
in days like these.
Days like these MP3
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Crossing Paths
In an earlier post I had written about the art of listening to yourself. The thought if you truly understood yourself and lived best right now as you are that the right footprint would present itself and all you need to is place your foot in it and off you'd be in an even better place. Do this enough and your on your own journey that is right for you and you only. I didn't invent this idea of course, it's straight up existentialism.
I did put this to work over the last year and sure enough it works. I have three main things I enjoy, the first of course is writing. Over the last year and a half I've been writing this blog which led me back to lyric writing which then led me buying a recorder which then led me to recording and that has pushed me into several friendships with some great people I'd never have met otherwise. Plus footprints continue to present themselves.
Another thing I enjoy is book hunting. Mostly that has led me to piles of books. 3500 of them or more. This has been on hold for quite a while as I have no room for more books. The ways to move them require small investments which I could not afford some six months ago, and now that I can I've been immersed in Track.
Which brings me to track. I am finishing up my second year coaching track. I do this not because I love track, I do enjoy the sport, but I do it because I like helping others achieve.
There is a pitfall in taking steps. As you move forward you cross paths where your footprint fits in nicely. It would be easy to jump on a path and wander away on it a good while never even asking yourself if it's a path you ought to be on. It's important to continually reconnect with yourself and stay grounded to who you are and what you want. Or you may find yourself in some other place that isn't right for you.
This is where I am at now. I've moved forward on everything, and opportunities continue to present themselves. But before I wander off I best orient myself to my own North, my own compass. It's time to think and ask myself what makes where I'm at better. How can I live in my space more perfectly, truer to my authentic self? If I think about this hard enough, once again a footprint will appear, and one I am sure of.
I did put this to work over the last year and sure enough it works. I have three main things I enjoy, the first of course is writing. Over the last year and a half I've been writing this blog which led me back to lyric writing which then led me buying a recorder which then led me to recording and that has pushed me into several friendships with some great people I'd never have met otherwise. Plus footprints continue to present themselves.
Another thing I enjoy is book hunting. Mostly that has led me to piles of books. 3500 of them or more. This has been on hold for quite a while as I have no room for more books. The ways to move them require small investments which I could not afford some six months ago, and now that I can I've been immersed in Track.
Which brings me to track. I am finishing up my second year coaching track. I do this not because I love track, I do enjoy the sport, but I do it because I like helping others achieve.
There is a pitfall in taking steps. As you move forward you cross paths where your footprint fits in nicely. It would be easy to jump on a path and wander away on it a good while never even asking yourself if it's a path you ought to be on. It's important to continually reconnect with yourself and stay grounded to who you are and what you want. Or you may find yourself in some other place that isn't right for you.
This is where I am at now. I've moved forward on everything, and opportunities continue to present themselves. But before I wander off I best orient myself to my own North, my own compass. It's time to think and ask myself what makes where I'm at better. How can I live in my space more perfectly, truer to my authentic self? If I think about this hard enough, once again a footprint will appear, and one I am sure of.
Monday, May 24, 2010
I can't stay here part II
So this looks like a double post but it's not. I usually do my editing right on this blog and change the lyrics when I see fit but I'm taking a different approach. The reason is two fold. The first is that the whole point of the sneak peeks is to get some music on the words asap for you readers and to let you into my creative process a bit. So I think it'll be better if I leave the original. The second is that I have suscribers now and they get an email everytime I post. Lucky them!!
The sneak peek is slow which is somewhat intentional. It's easier for me to develop that way. So the biggest change will be tempo. But also the lyrics will change. I don't know if they'll change much from this version to the end product. Usually when I've done this edit it won't be until I start recording that I make more changes and they will be subtle and most of the time I don't even change the lyrics to reflect those changes.
In this song there are two things going on. One is the need for cleansing, to be rid of the burdens that seem to get heaped on us until we can hardly function. That is the going to California part. But of course the singer needs a reason to go and that's the second part, the need to have some authenticity in our lives. To have our true natures connected to what we are doing. What is missing in the first set of lyrics is that I haven't connected the two concepts well. It still works because the first part needs a motivating event and so we naturally accept the second, but unlike a movie you want the listener moving with you and not thinking ahead. The story line in a song needs to unfold as opposed to twist. In a book you provide the full story line and details and allow the reader to create the world around it. In a song as I write them you create the colors of the world and give enough detail to allow the listener to create the rest on their own. It's very tricky which is why so few songs are really great. Many are very good.
So here are the lyrics. I will alter these as the song evolves although this might be the final now. I'll listen more to the song and see if I can cut. I like my songs under four minutes and I'm sitting at 6:49. The tempo change will get it close to five, but I need to go deeper. In this song the part about neverland and oz was the original concept and probably where I'll have to cut as it's cute but not necessary in its entirety, and that's a painful thing to do. I'm going to try and avoid it.
Edit #3
I've decided to keep the neverland/oz bit but that required I set it up a bit earlier. I think these changes will tie it all together and make for a more complete story.
A Gypsy Denim Kiss
You were Stevie Nicks,
I was Mellencamp,
our Rock-n-Roll dreams
could always beat as one.
What fools we were.
What a fool I am.
I think I'll go to California
she'll know just what to do
the ocean air will run
right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here,
with you.
I'll take the pick up truck
a little luck and my old guitar
with the dusty strings
the rest I leave for you
this life we made
that looks so good on you,
it's crushing me,
and i can hardly move.
I think I'll go to California
she'll know just what to do
I'll let her ocean air blow
right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here,
with you.
I sold my gear, and cut my hair,
quit my band and took your hand,
I played the game the best I could
I traded my truths, for suits
and deals with some crooked dudes,
friendships for revenues.
I can't stay here
in this make believe land
I can't pretend
I'm your kind of man.
If you get close to neverland
won't you talk toTinkerbell
tell her this lost boy
has broken out of hell
maybe I'll grab a twister
and ride it up to OZ
shack up with someone wicked
and help her with her cause
But I can't stay here
in this make believe world
I can't pretend
You're my kind of girl.
I'm off to California
she'll know just what to do
I'll let her ocean air
run right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here.
The sneak peek is slow which is somewhat intentional. It's easier for me to develop that way. So the biggest change will be tempo. But also the lyrics will change. I don't know if they'll change much from this version to the end product. Usually when I've done this edit it won't be until I start recording that I make more changes and they will be subtle and most of the time I don't even change the lyrics to reflect those changes.
In this song there are two things going on. One is the need for cleansing, to be rid of the burdens that seem to get heaped on us until we can hardly function. That is the going to California part. But of course the singer needs a reason to go and that's the second part, the need to have some authenticity in our lives. To have our true natures connected to what we are doing. What is missing in the first set of lyrics is that I haven't connected the two concepts well. It still works because the first part needs a motivating event and so we naturally accept the second, but unlike a movie you want the listener moving with you and not thinking ahead. The story line in a song needs to unfold as opposed to twist. In a book you provide the full story line and details and allow the reader to create the world around it. In a song as I write them you create the colors of the world and give enough detail to allow the listener to create the rest on their own. It's very tricky which is why so few songs are really great. Many are very good.
So here are the lyrics. I will alter these as the song evolves although this might be the final now. I'll listen more to the song and see if I can cut. I like my songs under four minutes and I'm sitting at 6:49. The tempo change will get it close to five, but I need to go deeper. In this song the part about neverland and oz was the original concept and probably where I'll have to cut as it's cute but not necessary in its entirety, and that's a painful thing to do. I'm going to try and avoid it.
Edit #3
I've decided to keep the neverland/oz bit but that required I set it up a bit earlier. I think these changes will tie it all together and make for a more complete story.
A Gypsy Denim Kiss
You were Stevie Nicks,
I was Mellencamp,
our Rock-n-Roll dreams
could always beat as one.
What fools we were.
What a fool I am.
I think I'll go to California
she'll know just what to do
the ocean air will run
right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here,
with you.
I'll take the pick up truck
a little luck and my old guitar
with the dusty strings
the rest I leave for you
this life we made
that looks so good on you,
it's crushing me,
and i can hardly move.
I think I'll go to California
she'll know just what to do
I'll let her ocean air blow
right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here,
with you.
I sold my gear, and cut my hair,
quit my band and took your hand,
I played the game the best I could
I traded my truths, for suits
and deals with some crooked dudes,
friendships for revenues.
I can't stay here
in this make believe land
I can't pretend
I'm your kind of man.
If you get close to neverland
won't you talk toTinkerbell
tell her this lost boy
has broken out of hell
maybe I'll grab a twister
and ride it up to OZ
shack up with someone wicked
and help her with her cause
But I can't stay here
in this make believe world
I can't pretend
You're my kind of girl.
I'm off to California
she'll know just what to do
I'll let her ocean air
run right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
I can't stay here.
Just photographs
happy faces of myself
laughing back at me
What a fool I was
What a fool I am.
I think I'll go to California
she'll know just what to do
the ocean air will blow
right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here,
with you.
I bought this beat up truck
took a couple hundred bucks,
the rest I leave for you
except these six strings
that hurts my fingers to play
I think I'll go to California
she'll know just what to do
I'll let her ocean air blow
right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here,
with you.
I sold my amps, and cut my hair,
quit my band and took your hand
I played the game the best I could
I traded who I am, for suits
and deals with some crooked dudes,
friendships for revenues.
I can't stay here
in this make believe land
I can't pretend
I'm your kind of man.
If you get close to neverland
won't you talk toTinkerbell
tell her this lost boy
has broken out of hell
maybe I'll grab a twister
and ride it up to OZ
shack up with someone wicked
and help her with her cause
But I can't stay here
in this make believe world
I can't pretend
You're my kind of girl.
I'm off to California
she'll know just what to do
I'll let her ocean air
blow right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here.
I Can't Stay Here (Acoustic Blog Sneak)
happy faces of myself
laughing back at me
What a fool I was
What a fool I am.
I think I'll go to California
she'll know just what to do
the ocean air will blow
right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here,
with you.
I bought this beat up truck
took a couple hundred bucks,
the rest I leave for you
except these six strings
that hurts my fingers to play
I think I'll go to California
she'll know just what to do
I'll let her ocean air blow
right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here,
with you.
I sold my amps, and cut my hair,
quit my band and took your hand
I played the game the best I could
I traded who I am, for suits
and deals with some crooked dudes,
friendships for revenues.
I can't stay here
in this make believe land
I can't pretend
I'm your kind of man.
If you get close to neverland
won't you talk toTinkerbell
tell her this lost boy
has broken out of hell
maybe I'll grab a twister
and ride it up to OZ
shack up with someone wicked
and help her with her cause
But I can't stay here
in this make believe world
I can't pretend
You're my kind of girl.
I'm off to California
she'll know just what to do
I'll let her ocean air
blow right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here.
I Can't Stay Here (Acoustic Blog Sneak)
Monday, May 10, 2010
Oughtta know.
Well I was at work and was working out a great song in my head and singing it quietly to myself. Then for just a brief five minutes another song popped in my head and by the time I got back to the first one it was completely gone. How the hell does that happen? All I can remember is what it was about, maybe it'll come back to me. So anyway, I was bound and determined not to be defeated by a pathetic memory and so I wrote another one in spite. So here's what I came up with. It's obviously a country song.
I've traveled from coast to coast,
every bar is another ghost,
telling me what I don't want to hear.
and I'm wearing down
and town to town,
reminds me there's someplace else
and someone else
haunting me and calling me back home.
and I don't want to give this up,
but I'm not sure it means as much,
as when I packed my guitar to find the lights,
I used to look towards another show,
but now I miss the things I know,
and the love that use to fill up my nights.
It's a long long way from where I came from,
It's a long long way down the road,
It's a long long way from your door step,
a long long way,
to learn,
what I oughtta know.
Every song I've ever played,
I'd watch them dance the night away,
but i don't think they ever heard a word I'd crow.
And every song I ever wrote,
every tear and every note,
about a girl I left at home,
It's a long long way from where I came from,
It's a long long way down the road,
It's a long long way from your door step,
a long long way,
to learn,
what I oughtta know.
I oughtta know,
what you're doing,
I oughtta know
where you are,
I oughtta know
if you still love me,
and I oughta know,
If I go back home,
give this up
and face the truth,
I oughtta know
If you still care.
It's a long long way....
I've traveled from coast to coast,
every bar is another ghost,
telling me what I don't want to hear.
and I'm wearing down
and town to town,
reminds me there's someplace else
and someone else
haunting me and calling me back home.
and I don't want to give this up,
but I'm not sure it means as much,
as when I packed my guitar to find the lights,
I used to look towards another show,
but now I miss the things I know,
and the love that use to fill up my nights.
It's a long long way from where I came from,
It's a long long way down the road,
It's a long long way from your door step,
a long long way,
to learn,
what I oughtta know.
Every song I've ever played,
I'd watch them dance the night away,
but i don't think they ever heard a word I'd crow.
And every song I ever wrote,
every tear and every note,
about a girl I left at home,
It's a long long way from where I came from,
It's a long long way down the road,
It's a long long way from your door step,
a long long way,
to learn,
what I oughtta know.
I oughtta know,
what you're doing,
I oughtta know
where you are,
I oughtta know
if you still love me,
and I oughta know,
If I go back home,
give this up
and face the truth,
I oughtta know
If you still care.
It's a long long way....
Sunday, April 25, 2010
2000
Well this weekend or maybe Monday I should be hitting 2000 plays on RN. A good number of those are from this blog. I'd be willing to bet that this blog generates more listens than any other way. Not only that but the exclusive blog songs do very well considering I don't announce them otherwise. So I have the readers here to thank.
What does Reverb Nation mean? I'm not sure really. Ideally my songs would be heard by a wide range of artists who would potentially cover one of my songs. That would be the big goal. I'm not sure if that will happen, but in the mean time I am getting heard. Most importantly I have met online a number of talented artists and learned much from the experience. It's also a bit humbling to hear so much great music. It makes you wonder why certain songs get picked over others. There's just so many great ones.
I'd like to do something to celebrate 2000 listens, like create a special tune pak but I've got my song links all over this blog I'm not sure it would carry much meaning. So instead I'll just say thank you. I really appreciate that you all listen.
What does Reverb Nation mean? I'm not sure really. Ideally my songs would be heard by a wide range of artists who would potentially cover one of my songs. That would be the big goal. I'm not sure if that will happen, but in the mean time I am getting heard. Most importantly I have met online a number of talented artists and learned much from the experience. It's also a bit humbling to hear so much great music. It makes you wonder why certain songs get picked over others. There's just so many great ones.
I'd like to do something to celebrate 2000 listens, like create a special tune pak but I've got my song links all over this blog I'm not sure it would carry much meaning. So instead I'll just say thank you. I really appreciate that you all listen.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Don't Bet on June (Acoustic Blog Exclusive)
Well it's time for another Acoustic Blog Exclusive. For new readers this means I don't announce it to non followers. I like the idea that it can only be found by people who are looking. So here you go. It's a little dark but I like it.
Don't Bet on June
Waiting for the songs to start playing
Waiting for this cold wind to end
Sleeping so long, the nights have been too long.
Waiting for the sun to come again.
Sinking deeper into this sweater,
the snow is piling up outside
have to dig so far, to find a sign of life
Waiting for the sun to come again.
Don't bet on June
to end this winter
Don't bet on warm days ahead
But if that sun starts shining like it did
I won't waste another summer day.
There are places I could be going,
there are people who think of me
but I'll just melt into this frozen sea
waiting for the sun to come again.
It's so cold in this fire,
so tired in this winter
each frozen dream that turns me in my sleep
waiting for the sun to come again.
Don't bet on June
to end this winter
Don't bet on June
to come again.
the wood is low,
and the fire fades away
Don't bet on June
to come again.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3842705
Don't Bet on June
Waiting for the songs to start playing
Waiting for this cold wind to end
Sleeping so long, the nights have been too long.
Waiting for the sun to come again.
Sinking deeper into this sweater,
the snow is piling up outside
have to dig so far, to find a sign of life
Waiting for the sun to come again.
Don't bet on June
to end this winter
Don't bet on warm days ahead
But if that sun starts shining like it did
I won't waste another summer day.
There are places I could be going,
there are people who think of me
but I'll just melt into this frozen sea
waiting for the sun to come again.
It's so cold in this fire,
so tired in this winter
each frozen dream that turns me in my sleep
waiting for the sun to come again.
Don't bet on June
to end this winter
Don't bet on June
to come again.
the wood is low,
and the fire fades away
Don't bet on June
to come again.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3842705
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Beautiful spring.
Well it's a nice spring. Things are good. Track is going well. My high jumpers are coming along. The new jumpers have a way to go but it's a long process. As you correct things they get tentative for a while. You can't be both explosive and tentative. I guess there's a lesson there for the real world too, huh. I'll have to think on that one.
Music is good, Annies got a little air play which was way cool. I have no idea how many people heard it as it was on a community Internet radio way off in the UK somewhere. It could be three people or thousands and I wouldn't know any better. But I did get to listen and it was really fun and exciting to hear.
I'm considering making Annies my first song for sale. I'm still thinking on it. I do want to see how the process works and I guess I need a guinea pig. I guess it's something I should do.
Writing is going slowly, mostly it's being hijacked by the recording process. I feel as if I can't write until I finish the project I'm on. And I'm working OT now and coaching track. So it's hard to work on the current song. The new song will be pretty decent. It's taking a little longer as I'm adding a couple of steps. I'm writing a bit more comprehensive drum track, and once that is done I plan on doing another set of dubs to sync it all a little tighter. So basically I doubled the length of the process. But I learned with the last two songs how much value there is in dubs. It's kind of like cutting a paper heart and every time you go around it gets smaller. Except in this every time you go around the song develops a bit more and gets better. Provided you're not adding, then it just turns to mush.
I'm also hoping the dubs and more dynamic drums get a little of the sentimentalism out of it. It's a little too gooey for me now, but I can't seem to get rid of it. Maybe it's just the song.
For you long time readers, the book thing is totally on hold. No time at all for that, i think I'll resume directly after track season. Tis all for now.
Music is good, Annies got a little air play which was way cool. I have no idea how many people heard it as it was on a community Internet radio way off in the UK somewhere. It could be three people or thousands and I wouldn't know any better. But I did get to listen and it was really fun and exciting to hear.
I'm considering making Annies my first song for sale. I'm still thinking on it. I do want to see how the process works and I guess I need a guinea pig. I guess it's something I should do.
Writing is going slowly, mostly it's being hijacked by the recording process. I feel as if I can't write until I finish the project I'm on. And I'm working OT now and coaching track. So it's hard to work on the current song. The new song will be pretty decent. It's taking a little longer as I'm adding a couple of steps. I'm writing a bit more comprehensive drum track, and once that is done I plan on doing another set of dubs to sync it all a little tighter. So basically I doubled the length of the process. But I learned with the last two songs how much value there is in dubs. It's kind of like cutting a paper heart and every time you go around it gets smaller. Except in this every time you go around the song develops a bit more and gets better. Provided you're not adding, then it just turns to mush.
I'm also hoping the dubs and more dynamic drums get a little of the sentimentalism out of it. It's a little too gooey for me now, but I can't seem to get rid of it. Maybe it's just the song.
For you long time readers, the book thing is totally on hold. No time at all for that, i think I'll resume directly after track season. Tis all for now.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Take Care Of You
New song under construction. I have the various parts of the music worked out, and hopefully most of the lyrics. I still must marry the two and so things may change.
She says "I'm looking for a Rainbow,
this world ain't working out so well.
I thought I found my reason,
that man can go straight to hell."
She says she needs my shoulder,
no one can bring her back like I do.
I make sure to bring the ice cream,
and enough chocolate to get her through,
She put her faith in stars that fall,
and her money down
wishing wells,
and that didn't work at all.
You keep on wishing,
and keep on missing,
the love standing right in front of you,
and I'll keep on looking for,
the pieces broken
from your lonely heart until you do,
I'll always,
take care of you.
Well we watch cartoon movies
until the sun turns new,
and we laugh a little and
she cries a little too.
"why do all my fairy tale beginnings
turn into tragic endings,
thank god, thank god, thank god,
I've still got you."
She put her faith in the stars that fall,
and her money down,
the wishing wells,
but that didn't work at all.
You keep on wishing
and keep on missing
the love standing right in front of you,
and I'll keep on picking up the
pieces broken
from your lonely heart
until you do.
I'll always,
take care of you.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3818080
She says "I'm looking for a Rainbow,
this world ain't working out so well.
I thought I found my reason,
that man can go straight to hell."
She says she needs my shoulder,
no one can bring her back like I do.
I make sure to bring the ice cream,
and enough chocolate to get her through,
She put her faith in stars that fall,
and her money down
wishing wells,
and that didn't work at all.
You keep on wishing,
and keep on missing,
the love standing right in front of you,
and I'll keep on looking for,
the pieces broken
from your lonely heart until you do,
I'll always,
take care of you.
Well we watch cartoon movies
until the sun turns new,
and we laugh a little and
she cries a little too.
"why do all my fairy tale beginnings
turn into tragic endings,
thank god, thank god, thank god,
I've still got you."
She put her faith in the stars that fall,
and her money down,
the wishing wells,
but that didn't work at all.
You keep on wishing
and keep on missing
the love standing right in front of you,
and I'll keep on picking up the
pieces broken
from your lonely heart
until you do.
I'll always,
take care of you.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3818080
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
New Song Up
Takes You Over is a song I wrote with Mark Stein in November of 2008. It's his song, I helped with the lyrics all the rest is him. You can find the lyrics and such in my archives. I think the post was titled Collaboration. I really like this song, Mark did a fantastic job with presentation. Give a listen, I think you'll like it.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3597786
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3597786
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Annies Quilt Shop
So another magical face book story. And old friend from a past life found me on facebook. Apparently she has followed her passions and has her own quilt shop up in Avon MN. She has found a way with her husband Mopar to bring some of the best musical talent in the world to small intimate shows at her place. She also hosts a music revue of local talent twice a year when we change our clocks. She calls it the Lost Hour Revue. I had the pleasure of attending last weekend and hope to be there for the next show and hopefully some inbetween. I was so impressed I decided to write a song about it, and here it is.
Annies
The week gets long
I think it's lost it's end
One days done and
the morning comes again,
I think
the blues are closing in.
Oh Annie,
I'm goinna need your help again.
The world is heavy
'til you walk through her door
If I can get there
I can take a little more
I think
the blues are closing in
oh Annie
I'm goinna need your help again.
Come down to Annies
where the music never ends
Bring your guitar
and you'll never run out of friends.
Come down to Annies
where the music never ends
Bring your guitar
and you'll never run out of friends
Just a drive
up highway 94
head to Cloud town,
then just a little more
Annies
goinna chase them blues away
Sweet Annie
is goinna find me another day.
Come down to Annies....
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3592449
Annies
The week gets long
I think it's lost it's end
One days done and
the morning comes again,
I think
the blues are closing in.
Oh Annie,
I'm goinna need your help again.
The world is heavy
'til you walk through her door
If I can get there
I can take a little more
I think
the blues are closing in
oh Annie
I'm goinna need your help again.
Come down to Annies
where the music never ends
Bring your guitar
and you'll never run out of friends.
Come down to Annies
where the music never ends
Bring your guitar
and you'll never run out of friends
Just a drive
up highway 94
head to Cloud town,
then just a little more
Annies
goinna chase them blues away
Sweet Annie
is goinna find me another day.
Come down to Annies....
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3592449
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
A St. Patty's day Update.
I'm not feeling very Irish today. Just not feeling it. No green, no beer, no green beer.
So it's been a while since I posted anything other than lyrics. But I've been busy. The job thingy takes a little more time and since I bought the recorder I've been pretty much non stop writing and playing.
The bill paying time sucking endeavor (job) is going well. It's still a temp job but hopefully that will change. I like it and it fits. The one thing that's always interesting about jobs is how many unnecessary games get played. I think probably since it's the only thing going on for most people they need to make it interesting. Elevating inconsequential to panic and business as usual to panic and urgency. I've gotten pretty adept at not playing over the years. You have to endure a bit of peer pressure at first but eventually it all works out. The lesson is nobody can have power over you that you don't give them. It does piss them off a bit, but gradually they find different more receptive targets. I rather enjoy watching how people react to me when they push the buttons and they don't get the response they want. I like the persistent ones. Eventually I start making fun of them. That's probably not a good idea. The payoff of course is that soon the entire operation starts running through you as your the only calm grounded one in the group. Unless they decide to simply eat you.
Track coaching started on Monday. What a great week to start it on. Beautiful weather, no snow on the track, and no mush in the grass. I think the State School league finally after umpteen years figured out that spring sports shouldn't start in winter. They moved the start date back two weeks. I believe in three days we are easily a week ahead of schedule in training. I will be coaching the high jump again, of course what else would a short chubby guy coach right? I love it and I think am pretty good at it. I'm hoping I'll get a little more responsibility at coaching other stuff. At one point or another I've coached it all so I'm good with whatever they need me to do.
Writing. I'm having a blast with it. I'm slowly getting better at the recording process. It is really all about patience and balance. I'm slowly forcing myself to redo things which are clearly not good enough and finding ways to balance a song so that they still work even if the bass doesn't make it out the little teeny computer speakers most people listen on. It really does put me at a disadvantage. I'm a bass player and I think I come up with some pretty spot on bass lines but you can't even hear what I'm doing unless you've got decent speakers. With my voice I need mid to low range behind me or it gets all nakey. It's just not pretty enough for that. One unfortunate outcome is that I lose so much time in the process I can't write as much as I'd like, but the flip side is that it makes it more interesting so that I keep on doing it.
Originally I went on reverb nation just for hosting so that my people who read my lyrics on my blog might have an idea of what the song might sound like. I really wasn't thinking many people would be listening to it. But listen they are. And so the recording process has become more important, I can't count on strangers to have a critical ear and listen to the writing rather than the performance. And so in order to grow my audience i need to think about that. Plus really the more I do it, the less tedious it becomes. Soon it won't be more than a few hours to represent the writing decently instead of the days it takes now.
There is really nothing else happening. The book thing is kind of on hold as I'm immersed in the writing and now track season, but I know once track season starts winding down, and garage sale season starts the fever to accumulate will attack.
That brings up another thing. Last year was all about reconnecting to my passions. This year is about stepping those things up in a meaningful way. Balance will have to come into play. I've envisioned seasons. Different parts of the year having a different focus. It seems to suit my shifting interests. We'll see how that all goes. It might just be there is not enough time for everything and something goes. Who knows.
Later.
So it's been a while since I posted anything other than lyrics. But I've been busy. The job thingy takes a little more time and since I bought the recorder I've been pretty much non stop writing and playing.
The bill paying time sucking endeavor (job) is going well. It's still a temp job but hopefully that will change. I like it and it fits. The one thing that's always interesting about jobs is how many unnecessary games get played. I think probably since it's the only thing going on for most people they need to make it interesting. Elevating inconsequential to panic and business as usual to panic and urgency. I've gotten pretty adept at not playing over the years. You have to endure a bit of peer pressure at first but eventually it all works out. The lesson is nobody can have power over you that you don't give them. It does piss them off a bit, but gradually they find different more receptive targets. I rather enjoy watching how people react to me when they push the buttons and they don't get the response they want. I like the persistent ones. Eventually I start making fun of them. That's probably not a good idea. The payoff of course is that soon the entire operation starts running through you as your the only calm grounded one in the group. Unless they decide to simply eat you.
Track coaching started on Monday. What a great week to start it on. Beautiful weather, no snow on the track, and no mush in the grass. I think the State School league finally after umpteen years figured out that spring sports shouldn't start in winter. They moved the start date back two weeks. I believe in three days we are easily a week ahead of schedule in training. I will be coaching the high jump again, of course what else would a short chubby guy coach right? I love it and I think am pretty good at it. I'm hoping I'll get a little more responsibility at coaching other stuff. At one point or another I've coached it all so I'm good with whatever they need me to do.
Writing. I'm having a blast with it. I'm slowly getting better at the recording process. It is really all about patience and balance. I'm slowly forcing myself to redo things which are clearly not good enough and finding ways to balance a song so that they still work even if the bass doesn't make it out the little teeny computer speakers most people listen on. It really does put me at a disadvantage. I'm a bass player and I think I come up with some pretty spot on bass lines but you can't even hear what I'm doing unless you've got decent speakers. With my voice I need mid to low range behind me or it gets all nakey. It's just not pretty enough for that. One unfortunate outcome is that I lose so much time in the process I can't write as much as I'd like, but the flip side is that it makes it more interesting so that I keep on doing it.
Originally I went on reverb nation just for hosting so that my people who read my lyrics on my blog might have an idea of what the song might sound like. I really wasn't thinking many people would be listening to it. But listen they are. And so the recording process has become more important, I can't count on strangers to have a critical ear and listen to the writing rather than the performance. And so in order to grow my audience i need to think about that. Plus really the more I do it, the less tedious it becomes. Soon it won't be more than a few hours to represent the writing decently instead of the days it takes now.
There is really nothing else happening. The book thing is kind of on hold as I'm immersed in the writing and now track season, but I know once track season starts winding down, and garage sale season starts the fever to accumulate will attack.
That brings up another thing. Last year was all about reconnecting to my passions. This year is about stepping those things up in a meaningful way. Balance will have to come into play. I've envisioned seasons. Different parts of the year having a different focus. It seems to suit my shifting interests. We'll see how that all goes. It might just be there is not enough time for everything and something goes. Who knows.
Later.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Good Times are Gone - An Acoustic Blog Sneak Peek.
So I wrote this song last night and thought I better record it since I work this weekend and am prone to forgetting songs if more than ten minutes passes. So I put down the acoustic track and vocals. It is an acoustic song and so is deserving of an acoustic track, but I will probably do it up with drums, bass, and a lead line of some kind at some point. So this will be another unannounced Acoustic Blog Exclusive.
This song is simply an economic tragedy. More social commentary than heart break. I hope you like it.
Good Times Are Gone
All that's left to say is I'm sorry.
I don't know how things got so wrong.
Everything we worked so hard for
didn't stay too long,
I guess the good times are gone.
And now you're saying that you're leaving
and that there's nothing left for you here.
I remember when love is all we'd ever need,
I guess the good times are gone.
Now there's not much left to believe in,
But I'm still searching for a way,
and the truth is hard to find
I'm running out of time
I guess the good times are gone.
I guess we made a bit of money,
yeah, we had some pretty things.
All that wasted time,
all those things didn't last too long.
I guess the good times are gone.
We built our lives around money
and we forgot about the love.
so now you're telling me you're leaving.
And that there's nothing left for you here.
I remember when love is all we'd need.
I guess the good times are gone.
Now there's not much to believe in,
but I'm searching for a way,
the truth is hard to find
and I'm running out of time.
I guess the good times are gone.
Acoustic Version
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3491769
Full Reverb Nation Version
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3561091
This song is simply an economic tragedy. More social commentary than heart break. I hope you like it.
Good Times Are Gone
All that's left to say is I'm sorry.
I don't know how things got so wrong.
Everything we worked so hard for
didn't stay too long,
I guess the good times are gone.
And now you're saying that you're leaving
and that there's nothing left for you here.
I remember when love is all we'd ever need,
I guess the good times are gone.
Now there's not much left to believe in,
But I'm still searching for a way,
and the truth is hard to find
I'm running out of time
I guess the good times are gone.
I guess we made a bit of money,
yeah, we had some pretty things.
All that wasted time,
all those things didn't last too long.
I guess the good times are gone.
We built our lives around money
and we forgot about the love.
so now you're telling me you're leaving.
And that there's nothing left for you here.
I remember when love is all we'd need.
I guess the good times are gone.
Now there's not much to believe in,
but I'm searching for a way,
the truth is hard to find
and I'm running out of time.
I guess the good times are gone.
Acoustic Version
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3491769
Full Reverb Nation Version
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3561091
Monday, March 1, 2010
Blog Exclusive
In honor of renaming my blog, "Life with a Leaking Schnoodle and his Acoustic Blog", I have recorded one of my songs meant to be only known to the folks who wander through this blog site.
Rain is a song I wrote at the end of December. It was meant to capture the sense of loss you feel as you age and realize there are certain things you will never do again or experience in the same way as in your youth. The final cut did omit the final stanza which is probably the best part of the song, but it was unnecessary in the end and now I can use it for another song.
I will not be announcing this release to anyone, it can only be found. Call it an experiment. I think you'll like it. I used my cheater track for the vocals and rhythm guitar. In the end it was more authentic than a retrack would have been and captured the spirit of this release being as raw and sleepy as it was. I hope you enjoy it.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3457261
Rain is a song I wrote at the end of December. It was meant to capture the sense of loss you feel as you age and realize there are certain things you will never do again or experience in the same way as in your youth. The final cut did omit the final stanza which is probably the best part of the song, but it was unnecessary in the end and now I can use it for another song.
I will not be announcing this release to anyone, it can only be found. Call it an experiment. I think you'll like it. I used my cheater track for the vocals and rhythm guitar. In the end it was more authentic than a retrack would have been and captured the spirit of this release being as raw and sleepy as it was. I hope you enjoy it.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3457261
Friday, February 26, 2010
Free
So now you're free.
You took off like a bird with the door wide open.
Free
I like the way you walk in a room,
like a dance waiting for the moon,
captivated as it begins,
I want to see you spin.
I want to take it all in.
She's got a look that
writes the songs,
you can't sing but sing along,
as perfect as her bedroom door
and then she smiles
and she's so much more
Stay with me
Stay with me
Love only me.
world forgive me.
So now you're free.
You took off like a bird with the door wide open.
Free.
But what does that make me?
There's something wrong with the night
somebody turned out the lights,
see the stars fade one by one,
Look around,
now look what I've done.
Stay with me
Stay with me,
Love only me,
world forgive me.
Free.
You took off like a bird with the door wide open..
Free.
Don't want to be your cage,
don't want to be your cage,
don't want to be your cage,
don't want to be your cage,
And now she flies,
and I watch her blue skies
find the moon,
find the stars,
find my heart.
and every prayer is forgotten
and answers tucked away,
and every second is June
and every heart beat is new
and she turns into an angel
and slowly starts to spin,
And I'm in love all over again.
In love all over again.
but I won't let her back in.
Free
Like a bird with the door wide open.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3455476
You took off like a bird with the door wide open.
Free
I like the way you walk in a room,
like a dance waiting for the moon,
captivated as it begins,
I want to see you spin.
I want to take it all in.
She's got a look that
writes the songs,
you can't sing but sing along,
as perfect as her bedroom door
and then she smiles
and she's so much more
Stay with me
Stay with me
Love only me.
world forgive me.
So now you're free.
You took off like a bird with the door wide open.
Free.
But what does that make me?
There's something wrong with the night
somebody turned out the lights,
see the stars fade one by one,
Look around,
now look what I've done.
Stay with me
Stay with me,
Love only me,
world forgive me.
Free.
You took off like a bird with the door wide open..
Free.
Don't want to be your cage,
don't want to be your cage,
don't want to be your cage,
don't want to be your cage,
And now she flies,
and I watch her blue skies
find the moon,
find the stars,
find my heart.
and every prayer is forgotten
and answers tucked away,
and every second is June
and every heart beat is new
and she turns into an angel
and slowly starts to spin,
And I'm in love all over again.
In love all over again.
but I won't let her back in.
Free
Like a bird with the door wide open.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3455476
Monday, February 22, 2010
A different place.
I'm at least half way done with this life. It's strange to know that, and be OK with it. When I turned 25 it felt a bit traumatic, like my youth was over. Christ I was half way to fifty!!!! And fifty was old. And now as I creep closer to fifty i don't feel so old. Sure I can't run as fast, and my body screams when I try, and yes the signs are all there, but my thoughts are new and better and more defined than ever before. Somehow despite the aging shell I feel younger and more vibrant than ever.
It's sad in a way that in our youth we live from the outside in, and everything we search for can only be accomplished living inside out. Some never learn, and most of us stumble upon it so late leaving us with too many 'if only's. How much wasted energies and opportunities were there trying to change who we are to fit what we are told we are, or should be. What might have been accomplished if we had lived authentically from the start. Lessons learned late. The good news is that it is never too late.
We are who we have become, our past is always now. What we have done are our memories. Memories can only exist in our hearts today. From that perspective we are always at the beginning. We have only now until the unknown. Every moment is truly an opportunity to make the rest of your life the best ever. In this way we never fail. We only begin anew. Every blink, breath, thought, touch and emotion is a new beginning. We are in a constant state of rebirth and renewal.
And this all leads here. It seems as if for most of my life I've been burdened by what I ought to be doing. That somehow there were roles, implied dreams and goals every male ought to have. The problem was, I didn't have them. But I firmly believed that I should have them. I tried, but in the end I always failed. The aspirations I thought I should have had just didn't take. I really didn't care if I succeeded. The prize meant nothing to me. Faking it just didn't work.
I was in a constant state of failure, it seems the furthur along I got the worse the over riding sense of failure and dissatisfaction in my life was. And indeed I was a failure. God made me a little different than others. Why? Who knows, some kind of a sick twisted joke I'm sure. But non the less, I was different. Moving in the direction I was headed was taking me further and further away from who I was, I was failing at being me. And in a big way. I was becoming nothing, meaningless, and useless.
But luck happened. My failure at being me imploded my relationship I was in, leaving me single. I was also laid off. I had time. I also stumbled upon a good book written quite a while ago. Sometimes you need to hear what you already know from someone else to accept it's truth. In this case the book did this for me. It convinced me I needed to stand still for a while, really take some time to figure out the truth of who I was. That no path could be successful without a starting point. Without the knowledge of who I was and what was important to me, I had no starting point and in truth no ending point. I would just wander, and never approach anything meaningful. The next point it drove home, is to concentrate on being who I am and let the path create itself. If I do a good job at living in the moment. If i do a good job bing true to myself the next footprint will appear, I merely would have to place my foot in it's imprint.
I believe this, if you allow yourself to grow the world will make room for you. It will clear a path for you. You are needed, but only as you are. And only you can discover who you truly are. And only you can find the courage to speak a little louder, a little more confidently and contribute as yourself and not some by product waste of the big machine. If you can do this the world will make room for you, because it needs you. It created you to be who you are, because it needs you to be. This world has gone to hell, because too few of us lack the courage to speak in our own voices, act with our own hearts and thoughts. And walk the path that only we can walk.
It's sad in a way that in our youth we live from the outside in, and everything we search for can only be accomplished living inside out. Some never learn, and most of us stumble upon it so late leaving us with too many 'if only's. How much wasted energies and opportunities were there trying to change who we are to fit what we are told we are, or should be. What might have been accomplished if we had lived authentically from the start. Lessons learned late. The good news is that it is never too late.
We are who we have become, our past is always now. What we have done are our memories. Memories can only exist in our hearts today. From that perspective we are always at the beginning. We have only now until the unknown. Every moment is truly an opportunity to make the rest of your life the best ever. In this way we never fail. We only begin anew. Every blink, breath, thought, touch and emotion is a new beginning. We are in a constant state of rebirth and renewal.
And this all leads here. It seems as if for most of my life I've been burdened by what I ought to be doing. That somehow there were roles, implied dreams and goals every male ought to have. The problem was, I didn't have them. But I firmly believed that I should have them. I tried, but in the end I always failed. The aspirations I thought I should have had just didn't take. I really didn't care if I succeeded. The prize meant nothing to me. Faking it just didn't work.
I was in a constant state of failure, it seems the furthur along I got the worse the over riding sense of failure and dissatisfaction in my life was. And indeed I was a failure. God made me a little different than others. Why? Who knows, some kind of a sick twisted joke I'm sure. But non the less, I was different. Moving in the direction I was headed was taking me further and further away from who I was, I was failing at being me. And in a big way. I was becoming nothing, meaningless, and useless.
But luck happened. My failure at being me imploded my relationship I was in, leaving me single. I was also laid off. I had time. I also stumbled upon a good book written quite a while ago. Sometimes you need to hear what you already know from someone else to accept it's truth. In this case the book did this for me. It convinced me I needed to stand still for a while, really take some time to figure out the truth of who I was. That no path could be successful without a starting point. Without the knowledge of who I was and what was important to me, I had no starting point and in truth no ending point. I would just wander, and never approach anything meaningful. The next point it drove home, is to concentrate on being who I am and let the path create itself. If I do a good job at living in the moment. If i do a good job bing true to myself the next footprint will appear, I merely would have to place my foot in it's imprint.
I believe this, if you allow yourself to grow the world will make room for you. It will clear a path for you. You are needed, but only as you are. And only you can discover who you truly are. And only you can find the courage to speak a little louder, a little more confidently and contribute as yourself and not some by product waste of the big machine. If you can do this the world will make room for you, because it needs you. It created you to be who you are, because it needs you to be. This world has gone to hell, because too few of us lack the courage to speak in our own voices, act with our own hearts and thoughts. And walk the path that only we can walk.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Bigger Than You
I try to avoid political songs these days, but being forced to watch Fox News on my work breaks keeps it in my head. And this popped out. Music is done, and arrangement thought out so I may do a quick acoustic thing just to get it down so I can move on. So you may be able to have an accompanying song relatively soon.
Bigger Than You
Get on board and ride my train,
I don't care if you're insane
I just want to fill up this train...
Get on Board
Don't give a damn if I'm going your way,
Don't give a damn what I have to say
I just need you to ride my train,
get on board.
When my whistle blows through your town,
Don't think I'll slow down,
If you don't get out of my way,
your better learn how to pray.
At night when you lay awake,
and hope for a better day,
I'm going to take all I can from you,
you better learn how to beg.
My dreams are big, and yours are small.
I don't think they count at all,
I can put mine in the bank,
my dreams are big.
My dreams are big, much bigger than you.
I don't care what you say you can do,
if you don't make money like I do.
My dreams are big.
When your dollar is your power,
and you're working by the hour,
when no one speaks for you,
you better learn how to beg.
When all the votes are finally cast,
and your hopes come in last,
when no one speaks for you,
you better learn how to pray.
My love of money is bigger than you,
my love of power is bigger than you,
my dreams are bigger than you,
get on board.
My love of money is bigger than you,
my love of power is bigger than you,
my dreams are bigger than you,
get on board.
Hello teacher, hello mother, hello driver, miner, father,
hello police man, mechanic farmer, I'm bigger than you.
Hello plumber, hello postman, tradesman, nurse and hello fireman,
hello worker on overtime, I'm bigger than you.
Hello hungry little baby, and the preacher who tried to save me,
hello soldier who fights for me, I'm bigger than you.
Hello watchman, hello grandma, hello teller, and old yeller, hello grandpa, hello sister,
I'm bigger than you.
Hello coach, hello student, hello singer, writer, artist, hello future, hello tomorrow
I'm bigger than you.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3387792
Bigger Than You
Get on board and ride my train,
I don't care if you're insane
I just want to fill up this train...
Get on Board
Don't give a damn if I'm going your way,
Don't give a damn what I have to say
I just need you to ride my train,
get on board.
When my whistle blows through your town,
Don't think I'll slow down,
If you don't get out of my way,
your better learn how to pray.
At night when you lay awake,
and hope for a better day,
I'm going to take all I can from you,
you better learn how to beg.
My dreams are big, and yours are small.
I don't think they count at all,
I can put mine in the bank,
my dreams are big.
My dreams are big, much bigger than you.
I don't care what you say you can do,
if you don't make money like I do.
My dreams are big.
When your dollar is your power,
and you're working by the hour,
when no one speaks for you,
you better learn how to beg.
When all the votes are finally cast,
and your hopes come in last,
when no one speaks for you,
you better learn how to pray.
My love of money is bigger than you,
my love of power is bigger than you,
my dreams are bigger than you,
get on board.
My love of money is bigger than you,
my love of power is bigger than you,
my dreams are bigger than you,
get on board.
Hello teacher, hello mother, hello driver, miner, father,
hello police man, mechanic farmer, I'm bigger than you.
Hello plumber, hello postman, tradesman, nurse and hello fireman,
hello worker on overtime, I'm bigger than you.
Hello hungry little baby, and the preacher who tried to save me,
hello soldier who fights for me, I'm bigger than you.
Hello watchman, hello grandma, hello teller, and old yeller, hello grandpa, hello sister,
I'm bigger than you.
Hello coach, hello student, hello singer, writer, artist, hello future, hello tomorrow
I'm bigger than you.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3387792
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
A couple of extra minutes.
I'm waiting for the schnoodle to come home before I head off to work. Work is going well, it seems like a great place to work. Hopefully they'll hire me on permanently at some point. The hours haven't even been that big of an adjustment as it was so close to the ones I was keeping anyway.
The music is fun, I'm slowly figuring out this recording thing. It's a funny deal though, every error gets exposed so much in recording. I make way too many of them and have way too little patience to go back and correct them. But I'm getting better at that even. On the latest I made some nice strides in that regard. However in the end I got tired and just threw it out. The vocals were getting worse each time. I should have just did them a different day, but fatigue won.
The biggest thing I'm focused on with the recording is trying to find ways for the sound to be OK on small media like PC speakers and head phones. The sound is so different from one to the other. The higher frequencies jump out where before they were buried. For some reason vocals and lead guitar seem to jump out and you lose the bass guitar and rhythm guitars in contrast. So I've been trying to figure out how to counter that effect. It does make a worse recording on the stereo and car though. I've recently learned that in the real world they have several mixes they release to the different media. There will be a radio mix, and ITunes mix, a CD mix etc. So somehow little ole me is suppose to deal with that. I just want to write songs.
Time to go.
The music is fun, I'm slowly figuring out this recording thing. It's a funny deal though, every error gets exposed so much in recording. I make way too many of them and have way too little patience to go back and correct them. But I'm getting better at that even. On the latest I made some nice strides in that regard. However in the end I got tired and just threw it out. The vocals were getting worse each time. I should have just did them a different day, but fatigue won.
The biggest thing I'm focused on with the recording is trying to find ways for the sound to be OK on small media like PC speakers and head phones. The sound is so different from one to the other. The higher frequencies jump out where before they were buried. For some reason vocals and lead guitar seem to jump out and you lose the bass guitar and rhythm guitars in contrast. So I've been trying to figure out how to counter that effect. It does make a worse recording on the stereo and car though. I've recently learned that in the real world they have several mixes they release to the different media. There will be a radio mix, and ITunes mix, a CD mix etc. So somehow little ole me is suppose to deal with that. I just want to write songs.
Time to go.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Song update.
Well I'm having a load of fun with my new toy. It does tend to eat songs though. I lose a little control of the song as I fiddle with them and soon I've created something less than what I started with. It's all a learning process. My biggest problem is a terrible lack of patience. I just don't like working through the recording process and getting things just right like you need to. I really just want to write the songs and have them magicaly appear produced beautifully. So I either have to keep things simple or gain some patience. ugh.
The good news is that people are actually listening to my songs. A funny world it is. I think I'm starting to top out now on the Reverb Nation Charts. But I did hit #6 in my local area, and #10 in the bigger metro area. I think that's pretty cool.
And if you do visit my reverb nation page don't forget to click on Mark Stein's page. I usually do quite a bit with his lyrics. I'll link them if I have the lyrics posted, otherwise just jump over to his page when you're done with mine. You can find him in either my fans list or recommended artist list on Reverb Nation.
The good news is that people are actually listening to my songs. A funny world it is. I think I'm starting to top out now on the Reverb Nation Charts. But I did hit #6 in my local area, and #10 in the bigger metro area. I think that's pretty cool.
And if you do visit my reverb nation page don't forget to click on Mark Stein's page. I usually do quite a bit with his lyrics. I'll link them if I have the lyrics posted, otherwise just jump over to his page when you're done with mine. You can find him in either my fans list or recommended artist list on Reverb Nation.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Everything is going to change.
This will probably be the next song I will record. It's a little ambitious vocally, but it's a decent song so hopefully I can pull it off.
Everything is Going to Change
She needs a new song to sing
these beat up words
don't seem to mean anything
In this broken world
you kill yourself, 'til you
don't mean anything
And she don't know
everything is going to change
And she don't know
everything is going to change
She's just a quiet girl
and wondering why
anyone would hear her sing
But life goes by,
and she wonders why
god makes mistakes like her,
and she don't know
everything is going to change
And she don't know
everything is going to change
But she doesn't want to be like them
But she doesn't want to be alone
If you wanna be the singer
the star of your show,
there's something you need to know
but all she needs to be
all she really needs,
she just needs to be,
a little bit louder.
Just a little bit louder.
she wanted to be on her own
with her own rules
and give as much as she could
she's like no one else
and she's so much less
if she gives into the fools
And she don't know
everything is going to change
And she don't know
everything is going to change.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3360044
Everything is Going to Change
She needs a new song to sing
these beat up words
don't seem to mean anything
In this broken world
you kill yourself, 'til you
don't mean anything
And she don't know
everything is going to change
And she don't know
everything is going to change
She's just a quiet girl
and wondering why
anyone would hear her sing
But life goes by,
and she wonders why
god makes mistakes like her,
and she don't know
everything is going to change
And she don't know
everything is going to change
But she doesn't want to be like them
But she doesn't want to be alone
If you wanna be the singer
the star of your show,
there's something you need to know
but all she needs to be
all she really needs,
she just needs to be,
a little bit louder.
Just a little bit louder.
she wanted to be on her own
with her own rules
and give as much as she could
she's like no one else
and she's so much less
if she gives into the fools
And she don't know
everything is going to change
And she don't know
everything is going to change.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3360044
Thursday, February 4, 2010
watchya going to do.
I've been down so long
I'm almost ready to go
A pretty little thing I want to know
she tells she like my smile
give me a call we can
talk for a while.
Its not on my way baby
but watchya going to do?
I pick her up
to have a real good time,
I treat her real nice,
then some real good wine.
I'm just about to try romance,
I like you baby, but no chance
home alone baby,
but watchya going to do.
Oh well
it don't matter a bit to me
Oh no
I'm not about to say pretty please
Sliding just a little
and I see her again
says she wants to
be my friend.
well I guess I need something to do
we can go out but it's up to you
another cup of coffee
whatchya going to do?
I pick her up
to have a real good time
another dinner,
more good wine
just about to try romance
she says, hold it baby
no chance
home alone baby
whatchya going to do.
Oh, well
it don't matter to me
oh well
I'm not about to say
pretty please
I see her again
she wants to know where I've been
I lay it out clear
she aint my kind of a friend
I tell her I'm staying away from you
I got better things to do
she says take me home
watchya going to do.
Well she looks so sweet
but not ready to go
I pull her in close
take it a little slow.
I run my hands through her hair,
and give a little tug
and she says, mmmm...
feels like love.
She says its love
and it's been three weeks
she's over every night
I need some sleep
but I can sleep when I'm eighty four,
right now she wants a little more
I might not make it
whatchya going to do.
Oh well,
it don't matter to me
Oh well,
I'm not about to say pretty please.
I'm almost ready to go
A pretty little thing I want to know
she tells she like my smile
give me a call we can
talk for a while.
Its not on my way baby
but watchya going to do?
I pick her up
to have a real good time,
I treat her real nice,
then some real good wine.
I'm just about to try romance,
I like you baby, but no chance
home alone baby,
but watchya going to do.
Oh well
it don't matter a bit to me
Oh no
I'm not about to say pretty please
Sliding just a little
and I see her again
says she wants to
be my friend.
well I guess I need something to do
we can go out but it's up to you
another cup of coffee
whatchya going to do?
I pick her up
to have a real good time
another dinner,
more good wine
just about to try romance
she says, hold it baby
no chance
home alone baby
whatchya going to do.
Oh, well
it don't matter to me
oh well
I'm not about to say
pretty please
I see her again
she wants to know where I've been
I lay it out clear
she aint my kind of a friend
I tell her I'm staying away from you
I got better things to do
she says take me home
watchya going to do.
Well she looks so sweet
but not ready to go
I pull her in close
take it a little slow.
I run my hands through her hair,
and give a little tug
and she says, mmmm...
feels like love.
She says its love
and it's been three weeks
she's over every night
I need some sleep
but I can sleep when I'm eighty four,
right now she wants a little more
I might not make it
whatchya going to do.
Oh well,
it don't matter to me
Oh well,
I'm not about to say pretty please.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
She will
Sitting on this porch again,
waiting for that cloud again,
flying down this dirty road,
she'll be coming home any minute,
in my arms any minute,
I know she will
It's a long road she's driving, I
don't mind the waiting, but I
can't stand forgetting.
she'll be coming home any minute,
in my arms any minute,
I know she will
And every morning I wake alone,
another night and she didn't make it home,
I'm packed and my heart is full.
she'll be coming back any minute,
in my arms any minute,
I know she will
I guess they call it a tradgedy
but it won't take me
because I believe
There's a price for everything
and the ring I wear
its more than fair
if there's a god I know,
won't you let her go,
won't you let her go,
can't you just let her go?
Sitting on this porch once again
waiting for that cloud to come again
I'm all packed and my heart is full
she'll be coming back any minute
in my arms any minute,
I know she will.
I know she will.
I know she will.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3253427
waiting for that cloud again,
flying down this dirty road,
she'll be coming home any minute,
in my arms any minute,
I know she will
It's a long road she's driving, I
don't mind the waiting, but I
can't stand forgetting.
she'll be coming home any minute,
in my arms any minute,
I know she will
And every morning I wake alone,
another night and she didn't make it home,
I'm packed and my heart is full.
she'll be coming back any minute,
in my arms any minute,
I know she will
I guess they call it a tradgedy
but it won't take me
because I believe
There's a price for everything
and the ring I wear
its more than fair
if there's a god I know,
won't you let her go,
won't you let her go,
can't you just let her go?
Sitting on this porch once again
waiting for that cloud to come again
I'm all packed and my heart is full
she'll be coming back any minute
in my arms any minute,
I know she will.
I know she will.
I know she will.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3253427
Friday, January 29, 2010
Dreams
Well I had a dream the other night. A young hot chick was digging me and wanted to come over to my place. There was no sex in the dream, but her intentions were obvious. And so I drove her back to my place all the while scared to death that my place was too big a mess and she would reject me for the slob I am. Books are everywhere and it's gotten a little out of control. A minor disaster in real life.
So in this dream the solution to my problem was that I'd have her wait in the car for a few minutes while I quick tidied up. And so I'm running around frantically trying like hell to make the place presentable and after about an hour she comes stomping in mad as hell because I left her out in the car so long. She looks around at the mess and disgustingly says, "I see my second biggest fears about you have just been realized". And that was the end of the dream.
I'm thinking, there are two things about this dream. One, I've got to straighten this place up in case someone actually does want to come over. And two, what the hell was the first biggest fear that my dream girl had about me?? Even my subconscious hates me. wtf.
So much is happening. The new job is going well. I finally made a recording of one of my songs, it's not a great recording, but clearly a start. The track experiment year two has been confirmed. Everything all good I guess.
Later.
So in this dream the solution to my problem was that I'd have her wait in the car for a few minutes while I quick tidied up. And so I'm running around frantically trying like hell to make the place presentable and after about an hour she comes stomping in mad as hell because I left her out in the car so long. She looks around at the mess and disgustingly says, "I see my second biggest fears about you have just been realized". And that was the end of the dream.
I'm thinking, there are two things about this dream. One, I've got to straighten this place up in case someone actually does want to come over. And two, what the hell was the first biggest fear that my dream girl had about me?? Even my subconscious hates me. wtf.
So much is happening. The new job is going well. I finally made a recording of one of my songs, it's not a great recording, but clearly a start. The track experiment year two has been confirmed. Everything all good I guess.
Later.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
A little secret.
Friday night and Jamie's coming over
My best friend as long as I remember
From first grade, from that first September
Always by my side.
You ran faster than all the other guys
a tom boy I always picked you for my side
the smartest kid who always helped with my grades
and I could tell you everything
and now I got a little secret,
I don't know if I can keep it.
You don't know what I've been thinking
we could be more than friends,
this thing will never end and
You don't know what I've been believing
now I'm waiting, for you,
to come around to my way of thinking.
The college days, yeah, we owned the world
you were always my best wing girl,
but now I don't want to waste my time
with another girl
Sometimes when you walk away
I watch you move, I have to say
there a feeling here that I didn't have
back in high school,
And now I've got a little secret
I don't know if I can keep it,
You don't know what I've been thinking
We can be more than friends
this thing will never end and
You don't know what I've been believing
and now I'm waiting for you
to come around to my way of thinking.
and so I've been waiting for a signal
something that says it's possible
another night and I can't tell you
and I walk you to the door
and when I hug you goodbye,
you hold on a little longer and my
heart beats so fast that I
think I'm about to die,
but as I'm about to shout it
the sweetest words come out of your mouth,
Baby I've got a little secret,
I've been trying but I can't keep it.
You don't know what I've been thinking,
we could be more than friends
this thing will never end and
You don't know what I've been believing
and I've been waiting for you
to come around to my way of thinking
Repeat.
My best friend as long as I remember
From first grade, from that first September
Always by my side.
You ran faster than all the other guys
a tom boy I always picked you for my side
the smartest kid who always helped with my grades
and I could tell you everything
and now I got a little secret,
I don't know if I can keep it.
You don't know what I've been thinking
we could be more than friends,
this thing will never end and
You don't know what I've been believing
now I'm waiting, for you,
to come around to my way of thinking.
The college days, yeah, we owned the world
you were always my best wing girl,
but now I don't want to waste my time
with another girl
Sometimes when you walk away
I watch you move, I have to say
there a feeling here that I didn't have
back in high school,
And now I've got a little secret
I don't know if I can keep it,
You don't know what I've been thinking
We can be more than friends
this thing will never end and
You don't know what I've been believing
and now I'm waiting for you
to come around to my way of thinking.
and so I've been waiting for a signal
something that says it's possible
another night and I can't tell you
and I walk you to the door
and when I hug you goodbye,
you hold on a little longer and my
heart beats so fast that I
think I'm about to die,
but as I'm about to shout it
the sweetest words come out of your mouth,
Baby I've got a little secret,
I've been trying but I can't keep it.
You don't know what I've been thinking,
we could be more than friends
this thing will never end and
You don't know what I've been believing
and I've been waiting for you
to come around to my way of thinking
Repeat.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Another broken story.
Just another broken story.
starting so well and faded with each turn
the colors slowly dying
with the middle as white as the nothing on the page
Painting pictures of us walking,
make believe I can paint your hand in mine
blurring colors and losing focus
I call it art 'cause this happens all the time
Why didn't I take it past hello
why didn't I wait
why can't I take it nice and slow
can't expect much when I really don't know.
Walking slowly for the camera
director says we need one more take
I'm out of motivation
but I'll repeat these lines just to get it out of the way.
I'll sing it again if you need it,
I might mess up a word or two
I'll try to sing it cleanly
but don't expect me to make up a brand new song
Why didn't I take it past hello
why didn't I wait
why can't I take it nice and slow
truth is the truth is just no fun at all.
And I know,
I know you waited for the writer.
I know you waited for the artist.
I know you waited for the actor.
But all I've got is this broken song
starting so well and faded with each turn
the colors slowly dying
with the middle as white as the nothing on the page
Painting pictures of us walking,
make believe I can paint your hand in mine
blurring colors and losing focus
I call it art 'cause this happens all the time
Why didn't I take it past hello
why didn't I wait
why can't I take it nice and slow
can't expect much when I really don't know.
Walking slowly for the camera
director says we need one more take
I'm out of motivation
but I'll repeat these lines just to get it out of the way.
I'll sing it again if you need it,
I might mess up a word or two
I'll try to sing it cleanly
but don't expect me to make up a brand new song
Why didn't I take it past hello
why didn't I wait
why can't I take it nice and slow
truth is the truth is just no fun at all.
And I know,
I know you waited for the writer.
I know you waited for the artist.
I know you waited for the actor.
But all I've got is this broken song
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Take me home.
(borrowing from The Joker, Steve Miller)
...you're the cutest thing I ever did see,
really like your peaches, wanna shake your tree...
What if I felt my last sunshine?
Would I feel like I had my share?
Crazy things like this happen,
life is always buyer beware.
I think I've wasted so much moonlight,
too many wasted falling stars,
and wishes and sweet love,
that just never were made
I'm going to make it up to you.
So won't you be my angel.
Won't you stay by my side.
Cause I might need you, need you, need you,
to take me home.
I've made so many wrong turns
seen my share of dead ends,
but if this is another,
we can still pretend.
And I can fall in love with you,
if you think that makes it alright,
And I'll believe it too,
if you just stay here tonight.
So won't you be my angel,
won't you stay by my side,
cause I need you, need you, need you,
to take me home.
I'm not trying to fool you baby,
I've got nowhere else to go,
and it's been such a long run,
and if feels like the end of the show,
so won't you be my angel
won't you stay by my side,
cause I need you, need you, need you,
to take me home.
'cause I'm a picker
and I'm a grinner,
I'm a lover
and I'm a sinner,
play my music in the sun,
I'm a joker,
I'm a smoker,
I'm a mid-night toker,
sure don't want to hurt no one.....
(thank you in advance for allowing me to pilfer your artistic talents Steve)
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3218843
...you're the cutest thing I ever did see,
really like your peaches, wanna shake your tree...
What if I felt my last sunshine?
Would I feel like I had my share?
Crazy things like this happen,
life is always buyer beware.
I think I've wasted so much moonlight,
too many wasted falling stars,
and wishes and sweet love,
that just never were made
I'm going to make it up to you.
So won't you be my angel.
Won't you stay by my side.
Cause I might need you, need you, need you,
to take me home.
I've made so many wrong turns
seen my share of dead ends,
but if this is another,
we can still pretend.
And I can fall in love with you,
if you think that makes it alright,
And I'll believe it too,
if you just stay here tonight.
So won't you be my angel,
won't you stay by my side,
cause I need you, need you, need you,
to take me home.
I'm not trying to fool you baby,
I've got nowhere else to go,
and it's been such a long run,
and if feels like the end of the show,
so won't you be my angel
won't you stay by my side,
cause I need you, need you, need you,
to take me home.
'cause I'm a picker
and I'm a grinner,
I'm a lover
and I'm a sinner,
play my music in the sun,
I'm a joker,
I'm a smoker,
I'm a mid-night toker,
sure don't want to hurt no one.....
(thank you in advance for allowing me to pilfer your artistic talents Steve)
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3218843
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Itty bitty tiny rooms
I had a dream
and I could fly so high,
and I was you,
and you were me.
You were all
I hoped I could be
And I was still
just where they put me.
I had a dream,
and I could build these walls.
and you were there
walking through them all.
and you were free,
but no one could see you but me
and you were invisible
like these walls.
Itty bitty
tiny rooms
little spaces for you and me
itty bitty tiny rooms
that we let them put us in.
I want to spread my wings
jump so high
try and find the sky
but these itty bitty tiny rooms
our dreams run out so fast
I took a walk
as far as I could see
over the hill
I'd never been so far
I took a nap,
the peace it lulled me to sleep
and when I woke
my walls were there.
Itty bitty tiny room
they build them up so fast
itty bitty tiny rooms
with walls meant to last
I want to spread my wings
fly so high
and try and find the sky
but these itty bitty tiny room
they make tomorrows like our past
I might be someone else
then they'll let me be
I might be someone else
I'll never see
If I'm going to spread my wings
and fly so high
how small do I have to be
to fit
in these itty bitty
tiny rooms
they built for you
and me.
I had a dream
and i could fly so high
and I was you
and you were me.
and I could fly so high,
and I was you,
and you were me.
You were all
I hoped I could be
And I was still
just where they put me.
I had a dream,
and I could build these walls.
and you were there
walking through them all.
and you were free,
but no one could see you but me
and you were invisible
like these walls.
Itty bitty
tiny rooms
little spaces for you and me
itty bitty tiny rooms
that we let them put us in.
I want to spread my wings
jump so high
try and find the sky
but these itty bitty tiny rooms
our dreams run out so fast
I took a walk
as far as I could see
over the hill
I'd never been so far
I took a nap,
the peace it lulled me to sleep
and when I woke
my walls were there.
Itty bitty tiny room
they build them up so fast
itty bitty tiny rooms
with walls meant to last
I want to spread my wings
fly so high
and try and find the sky
but these itty bitty tiny room
they make tomorrows like our past
I might be someone else
then they'll let me be
I might be someone else
I'll never see
If I'm going to spread my wings
and fly so high
how small do I have to be
to fit
in these itty bitty
tiny rooms
they built for you
and me.
I had a dream
and i could fly so high
and I was you
and you were me.
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