Category Archives: Poetry/Lyrics

That’s what I did

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I just wrote a song, inspired I guess by the memories of the previous post. Anyway, just a quick draft of it, I’m sure it will go through changes.

That’s What I Did

The baby’s asleep in the passenger seat
And we’re combing the town for you
I’m mad as can be, while pacing these streets
You don’t want me right now to find you

Are these rings on our fingers just decorations?
They seem to be under the circumstances
All I know, is it’s three in the morning
And we’re out looking for you

Our baby will sleep as long as I keep
Moving around this town
I heard from a friend that it might be him
And he told me where he could be found

Your car was parked at Fox Valley Apartments
This town is just big enough to hide for a while
And I don’t know which door to kick down
So I shut off my lights and I wait

Our daughter awakes
And I pull her to my chest
She senses my anger and she starts crying
So I shut my eyes and breathe deep to slow down my breath
And we fall asleep

We both awake along with the sunrise
And I’ve had some time to cool down
So I start my car, where yours is still parked
And I make my way across town

A few months ago you told me you’d leave me
If I ever cheated, so that’s what I did
That’s what I did and that’s what you’re doing
And that’s what I did and that’s what you’re doing
And that’s what I did and that’s what you’re doing
I guess one of us should just leave

Collecting Myself – Volume I

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Back in the nineties I was inspired to write a concept album. I chose to do a real life subject, because that is the kind of stuff that I am normally interested in writing about. It came in a storm and I wrote 90 percent of it in about a two week period. I kept saying I was essentially done and could release it at anytime, but never have until now.

It is a concept album about my life from spring break of 85 to the summer of 88. Most do not know of what all that consists of, so here it is in a nutshell.

My dad died the first night of spring break in 85. At the time of his death I was trying to get laid by a girl I had, had a crush on for four years. My mother interrupted us in the heat of passion with the news that my dad had a heart attack and that we needed to go to the hospital. That girl never talked to me again after that night. I was fifteen at the time.

Upon returning to school the next week, a teacher took a jab at me and told me in front of the class that I would end up drunk and dead just like my father. I had always been a pain in her ass, so she took a chance to get back at me and crossed the line. I told no one about that because I knew the shit storm that would cause and I just did not have the energy to start a shit storm.

Around the time I was turning seventeen I met an older woman at a heavy metal club.  She was in the Army. I got her pregnant and married her. I spent my senior year with a wife, child and near a hundred thousand in debt with a new car and a four bedroom house. The only reason that I was able to attain such debt is because my wife was in the military and basically had a guaranteed job. My family was not crazy about all this to say the least. To be honest, neither was I.

To help support my family I took a job at a flooring factory from 4pm til 1am six days a week on top of my school.

I got divorced after high school for many reasons, but the catalyst for the actual divorce was my infidelity. My infidelity was in fact my plan at how to end the relationship, unwilling to man up and just say this isn’t working.

I was as honest as I could be in this book. I had no interest in painting myself into anything I wasn’t. I know my wife’s road was tough as hell, but I cannot give her side of the story. A lot of guts went into making sure this book was honest and didn’t make me out to be some hero stepping up to his responsibilities, but rather a boy who was lost, weak and let himself get deeper into things than he could handle.

The picture on the cover was taken a couple of months after my father died, and yes that is a mullet. I was graduating junior high and moving on to high school.

This book is available here and at my shows.

UPCOMING SHOWS
1/13 – 8PM – House show at Annie Street Arts Collective w/ Rotten Apple Gang
1/15 – 6:30-7:30  – Momo’s
1/29 – 8 – Close -w/ Jamie Marie and Ricky Stein – Flipnotics
2/18 – 8PM, w/ Mike Molaro & Jamie Marie – Cherrywood Coffee House

I wish I had a new picture of you

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Wrote this at 6am after a dream about my parents. Wrote music to it too, but not ready to record it yet. When I fully wake up I can decide whether it sucks or not and if it doesn’t, maybe I’ll play it out sometime this week. It’s simple, short and to the point.

I wish I had a new picture of you

It was so long ago, I can no longer remember
What your laugh sounded like
Today you’d be sixty-three
I wouldn’t recall, but my sister called me

I wish I had a new picture of you

All of those times I thought to myself
I should just record you doing anything
I have an old answering machine tape
You left a message and that’s all I have to go on

I wish I had a new picture of you

I have almost nothing of my father
His wallet, a trophy and a door knocker
Engraved with my last name
It is a putter, my dad was a golfer
A hunter, fisherman and a brother

My mother was a camper
A teacher, a sister
And she was beautiful

I wish I had a new picture of you

Scotch Taped Love

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My friend Doug Duhon wrote a song called “Cellophane Love”. I told him I’d do some co-writing on it, but today I messed around with it and ended up taking it my own way. I wrote this in about five minutes, so it’s just a rough idea at the moment. I like the simplicity of it though, so I thought I’d post it.

For Doug’s version, you’ll have to wait until his new CD comes out. www.douglasduhon.com

Scotch Taped Love

Let’s tape two pictures together
Pretend we were both there
Side by side, hand and hand

Cause it’s been a long time alone
It’s been a long time alone
It’s been a long, long, long, long time

Let’s tape two pictures together
Show it off to our friends
So they won’t worry about us

Let’s tape two pictures together
Mail it off to our kin
Say mother I told you I’d find love in the end

Cause it’s been a long time alone
It’s been a long time alone
It’s been a long, long, long, long time

Remember that night in our twenties
We swore we’d get married
If we were both single at forty
I’m forty-one now, you’re forty now
It seems we both believe we’re unable to love

So let’s tape two pictures together
Hang it up on a wall
I’ve got just the place for it

Scotch Taped Love

 

Let’s tape two pictures together

Pretend we were both there

Side by side, hand and hand

 

Cause it’s been a long time alone

It’s been a long time alone

It’s been a long, long, long, long time

 

Let’s tape two pictures together

Show it off to our friends

So they won’t worry about us

 

Let’s tape two pictures together

Mail it off to our kin

Say mother I told you I’d find love in the end

 

Cause it’s been a long time alone

It’s been a long time alone

It’s been a long, long, long, long time

 

Remember that night in our twenties

We swore we’d get married

If we were both single at forty

I’m forty-one now, you’re forty now

It seems we both believe we’re unable to love

 

So let’s tape two pictures together

Hang it up on a wall

I’ve got just the place for it

The Fastest Swimmer in Comanche County

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It’s been a long time since I’ve posted any lyrics. This is a new song I’ve been playing for the last month or so live.

The Fastest Swimmer in Comanche County

Have you heard of Eric Murdock?
Let me be the first to tell you
He’s the fastest swimmer in Comanche County
From Cache to Chattanooga

He’s going to be an Olympic swimmer
He’s gonna live the American dream
From Wheatie’s boxes, to razor blades to Nike

Have you heard of Eric Murdock?
He clocks in at six foot four
He’s strong as an ox, fast as a shark
Thin as a board

He’s gonna win enough gold to swim in
He’s gonna put this small town on the map
And people will come from miles around
Just to see it

He trains like clockwork every day
From six to five and he’s hired a coach from out of state
He’s got tudors, nutritionist, pastors and machines
He’s gonna be the best of us all

Did you hear about Eric Murdock?
Let me be the first to tell you
He shot out of our town draped in our flag
Then used it for a parachute

Wanted to be an Olympic swimmer
Wanted to live the American dream
But when the bubble burst on our small town
It changed everything

Have you heard about Eric Murdock?
He took first, five times in the state
But on a National level against the best in the world
He never had what it takes

But it wasn’t from lack of trying
If anything he tried too hard
But the talk in this town
Is that he let us all down
And embarrassed us all

Have you heard about Eric Murdock?
He owns six dealerships in the state
And he’s the number one seller in Oklahoma
Of Chevrolets

He was written off as a failure
By all who’d never tried
But truth be told if I’m telling it
He’s a hero of mine

Dumbed Down

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These lyrics are the product of a “song a week” exercise I do with other songwriters. Someone gives out a title and we have a week to write and record it. Typically (as with this one) I wait til the last day and take anywhere from 30 minutes to 4 hours to write and record something. This one I spent about 2 and a half hours on, but most of that time was spent trying to get a decent recording of it. I like the concept, but the verses need to be tightened up and edited quite a bit.

I was never truly certain if “dumbed” is a legit word. If it isn’t, I think it makes the song better, so I am hoping it is not. Also, econometric is a word, not sure if adding “ly” is legit or even makes sense. Basically econometrics is somewhat defined as media being forced into a formula to appeal to the masses and therefore lacking any depth. Some people (like myself) think that it contributes to the dumbing down of people.

Mediocrity’s pouring in from all directions
I’m living a life less like art, more like a cashed check
It doesn’t have to be like this, I know
I could rise above the noise, find my own horn to blow
I could always come in from the cold
Instead of insisting I deserve this path I know

I’ve become some sort of dumbed down version of myself
I can’t seem to break away
I’ve become some sort of dumbed down version of myself

Idiocracy’s closing in from all directions
Econometricly I’m waiting for my lessons
It doesn’t have to be like this at all
I could rise above the traps, avoid all the pitfalls
I could decide to stand up tall
Instead of deciding to be trapped in these walls

I’ve become some sort of dumbed down version of myself
I can’t seem to break away
I’ve become some sort of dumbed down version of myself

It’s Christmas Time

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It’s that time of year
Put your troubles away
Love one another
For goodness sake
It’s Christmas time

There’ll be no more tears or sadness
Only Happiness can have us
Love’s the one gift on this planet
And Everyone of us can have it

It’s cold outside
But our fire is warm
Let’s bask in the glow
Of the love we’ve sworn
It’s Christmas time

There’ll be no more tears, just laughter
Happiness is all we’re after
Love’s the one gift worth our effort
All we have to do is share it

There’s joy in the air
And inside us a song
Let’s sing it until
The world sings along
It’s Christmas time