This ones for mom.
music
Anti Love song-song
Don’t Call It Love, My Favorite Mistake
Life is funny
Kinda sad, kinda strange
When the one you love, and marry
Aren’t one and the same
Call it addiction
Call it a drug
Call it poison
But don’t call it love
Life is crazy
Kinda weird, kinda dumb
If the one you give your heart to
Turns out to be the wrong one
Call it a dream
Call it lust
Blame on hormones
But don’t call it love
Heard about love
In poems and songs
How can something that feels so right
Turn out to be so wrong
Let’s go down to the chapel
And, tie the knot
Maybe it’s love
Maybe it’s not
Here’s to wedding dresses
Here’s to wedding cakes
Here’s to love
And my favorite mistake
Here’s to love
And all the hearts it breaks
Inventing Colors
Art is everywhere, but most only see it when it’s put in a fancy frame, installed in an art show or defined as such by pretentious critics’. I do love art. I love Bukowski and Kerouac….Their pens like divining rods, separating raw sewage from raw beauty. Some people breakdown playing the piano into a math problem, into intervals and the frequency of notes on a page, but that’s missing the point of playing the piano. Why paint by numbers when there’s so much more waiting outside the lines. Doodle, scribble, close your eyes and let the music flow through you, out of you, into you——like a new color that’s yet to be discovered.
The Forgiveness Song
This one’s for all the old couples who stuck it out through the hard times.
I’m tired of you
Being tired of me
I’m tired of me
Being tired of you
Once again
You forgive me
Once again
I forgive you (2X)
Your my friend and lover
I’m your lover and friend
We’re still together
Cause we’ve learned how to bend
Wrote you a love song
Wrote me a letter
Some loves fall apart==but
We’re better off together
We can take bike
We can take a bus
Enjoy the ride
Don’t get in a rush
Come on to bed
Don’t make a fuss
Shut off those lights
I’m gonna make ya blush
I’ve been wrong
A few times right
You’ve been right
A few times wrong
After all our trials
And tribulations
Our loves like a sweet song
Playing on a country station (2x)
Gave me a kiss, and a hug
Gave ya a hug, and a kiss
Turn tears to laughter
Cause it’s better than being pissed
Doubts and questions
We’ve had a few
But, you still love me
And, I still love you
We can take a Harley
We can take a bus
Enjoy the ride
Don’t get in a rush
Come on to bed
Don’t make a fuss
Shut off those lights
We’ll polish off the dust
I’m gonna make ya blush
Song For Jeanne (behind times cruel walls)
A song about a son visiting his mother in a rest-home.
Still Not Feeling My Our Age
A tune about old folks loving life and having fun, cause fun isn’t just for the young ones. Stay Young at heart.
“We don’t stop playing cause we get old, we get old because we stop playing” George Bernard Shaw
Fuck Nashville
Dedicated to all those songwriters who’ve been written off, underestimated and overlooked. It’s for the outlaws, freaks, rebels, mutineers and renegade poets.
Turn on the radio
Country station playing crap
You can keep your country hip hop
And your cowboy rap
Chasing trends
Chasing dreams
Everyone trying to be
The next big thing
It’s all flash and flare
Manufactured stars
Songs spit shined and sold
Just like used cars
Ya heard it in a song
Swore it’s’ written just for you
Pedal Steel crying
Voice ain’t pretty, but it’s true
Heard it at the Ryman
And the Grand Ole Opry
You’ll know it when you hear it
Cause it sounds like country
These days, I swear
Johnny Cash couldn’t get a record deal
That’s why I’m here to say
Fuck Nashville
This towns built on music
Child of gospel and blues
Country music is simple
Three chords and the truth
Call me old fashioned
Say I’m an old fool
Cause I still play Merle
Guess that makes me old school
I’m headed back home
This town don’t care for me
Play my music on my front porch
With my friends and family
Turn on the radio
Country music, is this what I get?
Every song sounds the same
Different twang, same old shit
Heard it at the Ryman
And the Grand Ole Opry
You’ll know it when you hear it
Cause it sound like country
These days, I swear
George Jones couldn’t get a record deal
That’s why I’m here to say
Fuck Nashville
Love, The More You Give, The More You Get
She likes rain at midnight
Sound of wind through the tree’s
A train whistle in the distance
And lying in bed next to me
She loves the smell of the ocean
The sound of breaking waves
We watch the sun go down together
On such a beautiful day
It doesn’t get any better than that
You got my heart, baby I got your back
From sunrise
To sunset
Love
The more you give
The more you get
She likes when the leaves change their colors
As the seasons come and go
She picks wildflowers in spring
I build her fire when it snows
Through the years we made a home
All those memories I recall
Through the good times and the bad
Together, we made it through them all
It doesn’t get any better than that
I got your heart, baby you got your back
From sunrise
To sunset
Love
The more you give
The more you get
We All Need Love
Tangled again
Love like a home
We want to live in
Faith and courage
Shadows I’ve been chasing
I’m getting older
No time, to be wasting
It’s a hard life
Lessons I’ve been learning
All my mistakes
Silently burning
No matter what anyone says
We all need love
To whatever god you’re praying
Be kind to one another—-is all I’m saying
Happy endings
Ashes and sin
What we wish for
Isn’t always what we’re given
Every days a dream
I’m letting go
Of being somebody
I no longer know
Brush strokes on a canvas
Water colors bleeding
A thousand winding roads
Back to me, they’re all leading
No matter what anyone says
We all need love
To whatever god you’re praying
Be Good to one another—-is all I’m saying
Rants, Raves and Random Thoughts 