Well, I’m back at it I guess. Not sure what my plan is for this year. Last year my goal was to write 40 songs, which I did, but they were of varying quality. I’m thinking this year I’ll go back to writing albums. I have a few ideas but nothing solid yet. At any rate here’s a new song.
Silly String
I found a place to breathe
Under shades and trees
My heart is silly string
Tangled up between the seams of you
And it’s floating
Capsized with no relief
Among the fish and coral reefs and you
In a daydream
I’m still dreaming
Caught behind my eye
Flies without a sky
Recorded this one rather fast so I left in all the mistakes (of which there are many), but, hey, I hit my quota this year. Barely.
Little Things
I see the coffee falling from the pot
It’s just the little things
I see the passing flutter in your eyes
Recorded this when I was sick so my voice is a little gone. That’s probably why the song itself is quite dark.
Cornfields
I just walked in and settled on a bar stool
The floor was mighty sticky neath my old shoes
The smell of cigarettes was all around me
The bar man asked what I’d like to have that evening
I just made friends with the neck of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air
As the bar man placed my drink inside my calm hand
He said my face looked as tired as an old man
I didn’t see no reason to tell no lies
So I looked that motherfucker in his cold eyes
I just made friends with a third of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air
I said I just got back from old man Ward’s place
He owed me fifty dollars from a card game
He wouldn’t pay so I hit him with a spade
The smell of blood and hay was all around me
I just made friends with the best of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air
I said I left his body in the cornfield
So the buzzards could all take turns to get their fill
I finished up my drink and turned around
The sheriff and his fucks were gunning me down
I just made friends with the bottom of a bottle
And I don’t think I’ll be coming up for air
She Always Looks Sad
Playing a song
Been kicking myself in the brain for so long
Feeling ignored
Cause everyone laughs as I’m playing my chords
Then she turns around
She always looks sad when we’re saying goodbye
Can tell it by the heartbeat beating inside
Can tell it by the long stray hair in her eyes
Whenever we part
It’s always the same
I think it’s bout time I got back in the game
Taking it slow
It’s always much better to dream then to know
And that’s all I need
But why waste time
There’s nothing to do but smoke and drink wine
And that’s alright and that’s just fine
But another day
With too many obstacles in my way
But that’s alright and that’s okay
Beach of the Dead
Out on the beach head
But I’m still unsure who they are
They were riding moonbeams
And playing guitars
Their flesh was a wreck babe
And their eyes were hanging out of their heads
Got a funny feeling
That they were all dead
And I don’t why
But I stayed there awhile
The party was wildly insane
And I was stuck there out on the sidelines
Just a-staring at the beach of the dead
I don’t know how babe
But I was standing on the beach of the dead
Whoa whoa child
I was standing on the beach of the dead
I spent my time there
Just a-hanging out next to the bar
I had a vodka tonic
With a ghost from Qatar
And it wasn’t long babe
Til they all turned their attention to me
I got a funny feeling
It was time I should leave
And I don’t why
But I stayed there awhile
I couldn’t help but to move to the beat
So I went out there on the dance floor
And started dancing on the beach of the dead
The ghouls all joined in babe
And we were dancing on the beach of the dead
Whoa whoa child
I was dancing on the beach of the dead
Here’s a dumb jazz song I wrote.
Jimmy Buffett Mornings
Jimmy Buffett Mornings
Keep wearing on my mind
There’s no place I’d rather go
Then to a beach in Mexico
Where there’s nothing for us to do
But take a swim and drink some booze
“And barman if you please
Two burgers with extra cheese”
Cause when you’re in paradise
Everything tastes better
So go ahead and pack your bag
I’ll wait here til you get back
Then we’ll head out on the road
And find a place in Mexico
Where you can lay out on the beach
And I’ll apply sunscreen where you can’t reach
Cause nothing’s worse than an itchy back
With margaritas
Wrote this in about fifteen minutes. The melody is reminiscent of an old traditional folk tune.
Awake As Hell
When I get tired of walking
And my feet feel like their busting through my shoes
I lay down my head
Upon my lumpy bed
It’s one in the morning and I’m awake as hell
When I get tired of talking
And my throat feels like it’s drier than the sun
My head falls down real slow
On my old pillow
It’s two in the morning and I’m awake as hell
When I get tired of thinking
And my head is pounding louder than a drum
I take a pill or two
That’s what I usually do
It’s three in the morning and I’m awake as hell
When I get tired of people
And their voices make me dream of heading home
There’s no one that I can meet
Between my worn warm sheets
It’s four in the morning and I’m awake as hell
I wrote this in my head at work. It is quite dumb. Enjoy!
Monarchy
If I was a monarchist
You would be my princess
You would be my princess
You would be my princess
If I was a monarchist
You would be my princess
And I would be the prince of the world
But I’m not
Not the best guitar solo I’ve played.
That Was the Best Night of My Life
I’ve been caught
Staring at water
When I think of your touch
Then I drink it back down
And there’s some days
When I can’t wait to see you
And I count down the hours
Until you walk by
And that one time
When I gave you that novel
You said, “Thanks very much”
Hope you read it some day
And that was the best night of my life
It comes and goes
This feeling of virtue
When there’s nothing to give
Then I’m useless again
But sometimes I’m fine
When I’m stuck in a barroom
And I’m covered in smoke
And I laugh at your joke
When I found out
Thought I’d move to “Montana”
I’ll be “Raisin’ it up”
And “Waxin’ it down”
Fairy Lady Summers
I don’t mean to say what you can’t hear
Cause someone else is calling out
But you have more important things to say
And I don’t wanna go outside no more
And see the cold upon my breath
But it goes that way
I don’t mean to take up all your time
That’s the price I pay to feel alive
And that’s the only time when I’m awake
It’s hard for me to leave when you’re in sight
And you smell like summer afternoons
With the rain on break
I don’t wanna waste away my day
I’ve more important things to do
Like wallowing in perfect thoughts of you
I don’t know when I’ll see you again
It’s hard enough to figure out
When you’ll fade away
