This ones for mom.
Singer Songwriter
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
All Those Pretty Words
Under the covers, of my bad decisions
Just when I thought, I had it figured out
This emptiness once again, fills me with doubt
Here I am, alone again
Not even my pride, left to defend
There’s a mirror, inside of me
Is who I am, what you really see
All my pretty words, now waisted
Poems and promises, I thought would save ya
Loves a bitter word, our hearts have tasted
Find what you love, and watch it break ya
Once again, I’ve laid myself bare
What this world thinks, Hell, I no longer care
Apologies, sleeping inside us all
Like broken words, now tired and oh so raw
Lets pretend it all never happened
We’ll hide our sadness, behind nervous laughter
Footsteps creaking, on wooden floors
Your ghost whispers, behind my closet door
All those pretty words, now waisted
Poems and promises, I once gave ya
Loves a bitter word, our hearts have tasted
Find what you love, and let it break ya
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
A Freak Like Me
Then laughed and showed me, a rainbow hidden in her pocket
She said such strange things, you see
Cause she’s a poet, dreamer, she’s a freak like me
Long walks conversations in the dark
All about those friends and lovers, who left thorns in our hearts
With you, I share my secrets and my shame
And for me, I know you did the same
There’s no more me, there’s no more you
Now there’s just one, where there once was two
Is this how friends, learn to trust
Is this what makes lovers, give into lust
Word warriors, spilling ink and blood
Troubadour singing sad songs, sad songs of love
Soul soldier, silent defender
Now all my prayers and letters, returned to sender
Whispered these things, to my mystic girl
And for a moment, we shared a hidden world
There’s no me, there’s no more you
Now there’s just one, where there once was two
Scrub, Scrub, Scrub
A funny video about the Corona Virus. Intended to entertain and educate.
What You Deserve
A song about getting what you deserve as you grow older. Written with a touch of humor and a a twist of truth…….
Blue Collar Blues
A song about the struggles of the diminishing middle class. Also the story of blue collar workers who make America great——
Sweet Memories
She puts his dinner on the table
When they’re thru he washes up the plates
After fifty odd years
Ya learn to give more than you take
She lies in bed reads her magazines
He falls asleep right in his chair
She calls him to bed
He falls up those stairs
How many days
Make up a life
Pulls down the shade
Gives a goodnight kiss to his wife
Baby can’t you see
You’re the better part of me
With our love
We made babies
And gave to me
Such sweet memories
She plants her autumn tulips
He mows his summer lawn
She dusts photos on the bureau
Wonders where the times has gone
Love ain’t like a Hollywood movie
Can’t be captured in a country song
It’s simple as saying sorry
in spite of who was wrong
They move in circles
Shared a bed of dreams
They take their walks in the woods
Another winter gives birth to spring
Baby can’t you see
You’re the better part of me
With our love
We made a family
And gave to me
Such sweet memories
Rants, Raves and Random Thoughts 