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Give Yourself Some Room
Give yourself some room
Give yourself some space
This life’s a marathon
Not a foot race
Beware of fools and takers
Be your own best friend
It’s all about where you’re going
And not where you’ve been
Learn to love yourself
Find a way to make a home
Know I’m always with you,
No matter how far you may roam
Take your time
Don’t get in a hurry
Life’s to short,
To waste on fear and worry
Don’t be afraid to try
Be strong, be brave
Don’t feel alone
We’re all just, finding our way
Live out loud
Live wild and free
Don’t let anyone tell ya
Who or what ya suppose to be
Chase down every dream
Cause time flies by fast
Let go of your sorrow
Even the toughest of times will pass
(Repeat Chorus)
Music and Aliens
Thanks for taking the time to listen to my music. I don’t expect any great revelations or scathing critiques. It’s just nice to know that my music is being listened to by someone out there in that big ole universe.
Perhaps, once a sound wave of music is made, it goes off into infinity, passing by silent stars, forgotten planets and yet unnamed galaxies. Maybe an alien will come across the sound wave and find themselves happily tapping their foot to the beat—–wouldn’t that be nice.
Music is one of the few things that brings order to the chaos—-and for a brief moment provides refuge to the weary.
So my good friend, open up your ears and heart and take a peek at the sound of my soul……
P.S. I’m big on planet Zaltar—-ha ha
Johnny Lewis
A story song about a preacher with alternative motives. Written in a satirical manner.
I’m Stuck with you, You’re Stuck with me
Tell me daddy, what makes the sun burn so bright
Who turns on the moon, when it gets dark at night
Oh Daddy, what makes the wind blow
Who turns on the rain, who freezes the snow
Tell me Daddy, why’s the ocean so blue
Who decorates the flowers, with morning dew
Someday my son, you’ll be a man
You’ll see, it’s all part of a plan
What you take, and what you give
Gonna come back to you, in this life you live
Love is all, we came here for
Nothing less, nothing more
One day son, you’ll leave home
You’ll find love, and have children of your own
You’ll teach them all, all ya know
You’ll wish them well, then ya gotta let-em go
You can choose your friends, but not your family
So I guess I’m stuck with you, I guess you’re stuck with me
Someday my son, you’ll be a man
You’ll see it’s all part of a plan
What you take, and what you give
Comes back to you, in this life you live
Love is all we came here for
Nothing less, nothing more
Hand Me Down Dreams
A spoken word project about bullying.
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.
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
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