Americana, Autobiographical, Ballad, Country Song, Creativity Themes, Growing Up, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia

The Me From Long Ago

He was the kind of boy who’d
practice more than go on dates
He’d work on his serves and strokes
Rather than hang with his mates

He’d spend many hours and hours at
The club working out to be & feel great
Wondering if being a teaching pro
Could end up as his fate

That was the me from long ago
When you see me now as I am
You would never know
I was the Prince of the court
Trained with a great tennis coach
I didn’t allow others to get close
That was the me from long ago

He knew some girls he wanted to
take out to the basketball games
But he didn’t have a lot of courage
And I’m not gonna name names, but

There was one who caught his eye
And he tried and tried and tried
But at the end of their first Prom
He messed up bad and she cried

That was the me from long ago
When you see me now as I am
You would never know
I had no game with gals at all
Next to them I felt so small
I was full of worry and woe
Yep, that was me from long ago

Through the years he changed
Into the man I am today
And now I’m here to tell you
I’m glad I went all this way
To get out of that town
To go work on myself
And learn as much I’ve learned
For a life I know I earned

So if you think about who I was
I am different from those days
I stopped playing tennis years ago
But I’m a sucker for the latest craze

Went with my heart & wrote instead
Then everything fell into place
And that’s why you’re seeing this
Big ol’ smile that’s on my face

You see the me from long ago
Is not the me I am today
My both knees are damaged
And God knows I want to play, but
I’m better off staying creative
And that’s all I’ve got to say
About the me you now know
And that me from long ago

About the me you now know
And that me from long ago

From long ago
From long ago
From long ago
From long ago

July 14, 2021

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Adult Themes, Americana, Autobiographical, Ballad, Creativity Themes, Folk Ballad, Growing Up, Inspired by College, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Old Wounds, Relationships, Unrequited, Wistful

For Old Friends

This one’s for the ones who didn’t keep in touch
Those who wandered off into the forest of war
Those who wondered how I was but didn’t call
Those who I loved once upon a distant shore

This one’s for the guys I went to school with
And those girls who married up and moved on
Those who had to get out of our hometown
Those who are missing, those who are gone

I miss you more than you will ever know
I think of you and the memories we made
On those dirt roads out by the beach
At the house parties, drinking lemonades
If you ever get out to my neck of the woods
If you ever want to come over, let’s talk
I promise to pay attention to your observations
And it’ll feel like we just took a nature walk

Did you think of me at all when you were striving
To make the cut, the grade, or knit that shawl?
Did you get to ski that trail you couldn’t back then?
Did you ever learn to hit that golf ball?

Did you fall in with the wrong crowd?
Did everything seem to fall right in place?
I wouldn’t know cause we’re not talking now
We could get on Portal so I’d see your face

I miss you more than you will ever know
I think of you and the memories we made
On those dirt roads out by the beach
At the house parties, drinking lemonades
If you ever get out to my neck of the woods
If you ever want to come over, let’s talk
I promise to pay attention to your observations
And it’ll feel like we just took a nature walk

Now, maybe you’ve seen some of my lyrics
I’ve been posting a lot on my writing website
But don’t believe everything you read on it
I’ve been struggling to sleep through the night

I worry about all those things we've been through
If we could pick up where we left off back then
Cause I don’t know about you, but it’s been hard
I really would like to chat with you, dear old friends

Oh, I’d really love to chat with you, dear old friends

March 7, 2021
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About Songs, Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Ballad, Creativity Themes, Introspective, Lyrics, Marriage, No Music Yet, Old Wounds, Relationships, Wistful

Songs, not Poems

I write the songs
That no one wants to hear
People are indifferent
To my concern and fear
About my former lovers
About guilt inside my heart
For mucking up so many times
Now I don’t no where to start

I write the songs
That no one wants to play
They’re all writing theirs,
I’m not sure what to say
About what I’ll do if I have
to throw this dream away
It’s too late to turn back now
Oh, dear you know I can’t stay

There are people to write with
Somewhere I have to be
And if you can’t cut me loose
Soon I’ll be breaking free
I’m hearing a call within
They’re voices from my soul
You’ll try your hardest, babe
They’ll never give you control

I write the songs
That I don’t understand
I open my heart up to them
And then they guide my hand
On the pages in my notebook
And the keystrokes on my phone
This is what I signed up for when
they wouldn’t leave me alone

It will all be worth it,
Love, they’ve assured me
The reward will end up to be
Much like what comes from
inside a fully grown tree
All I hear them say, is you’ll see
The effect of your unpaused yes
When I got down on one knee
They promise real happiness
For our growing family

July 18, 2020

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Creativity Themes, Inspired by People, Introspective, No Music Yet, Verse Poetry

On Writing Songs

Inspired by Paul Williams, Doak Turner and Steven McClintock

Write from the heart
Not from the head
Songs that you’re proud of
Songs lighter than lead
Songs lighter than feathers
And stronger than steel
Songs that have depth
Songs you can feel
Songs people will relate to
Songs people will like
In arenas and dive bars
Or at some Open Mic
Songs that have meaning
Songs that won’t quit
Songs that’ll inspire
Songs people will get
Songs that are riddles
But aren’t hard to understand
The kind we’ll all cherish
But can’t hold in our hands
So they make way to our hearts
They make way to our souls
They grab hold of our visions
They fill our deepest holes
They unite us and trigger
All the things we already know
But we still learn from them
Songs help us all grow
Especially those who write them
Like builders of cars
That take us places
Like inner caverns or to the stars
Where we can see hope
In the promise of every day
That someone might listen
To what these songs say
And what they mean
What they represent
Pure love & communication
and a life well spent

February 7, 2020

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About Songs, Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Ballad, Creativity Themes, Folk Ballad, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Optimism, Wistful

I Turn to Songs

When I’ve gone through a bad breakup
When my heart is burning like hell
When I feel my life’s in a dumpster
When I think I have nothing in my well

I look through my music collection
and I throw something on to relax
It helps me cope, that acoustic folk
Or something smooth like great sax

I turn to songs
I turn to songs
Songs don’t hurt me
Like many people do
I turn to songs late at night
When I’m not feeling right
When I’m beyond a little blue
When I’m crying inside
For love I’ll always need from you
Oh, I turn to songs, those sweet songs
Because they always come through

There are none like those I listened to
When I was just a kid at seventeen
They got me through the tough times
Dealing with people who were mean

I got tired of the Pop Music machine
So I started buying Punk & Blues
I knew the words to those tunes
Felt the singers walked in my shoes

I turned to songs
I turned to songs
Those songs affect me
So many of them do
I play them in my truck
And my life doesn’t suck
My thinking is no longer blue
I’m longer crying inside
I know I can give my love to you
Through my songs, my love songs
Like them, I’ll always come through

For you, I’ll always come through

October 28, 2019

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Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Creativity Themes, Folk Ballad, Growing Up, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Introspective, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Relationships, Romance, Unrequited, Wistful

Crushing Crush

There’s a girl I’ve known since I was seventeen
Has an aquatic blue eye and another that’s green
She’s not the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
but she’s the one I was crushing on back then

I was dating others who were nothing like her
Whether they liked me or not, I wasn’t that sure
What I do know is I was lonely, awkward & immature
and she was the one I was crushing on back then

She was told I was obsessing from a friend of a friend
We hung out for lunch when her heart was on the mend
and I shared with her a poem I had recently penned
before she became the one I was crushing on back then

Last I heard she moved to Jersey with a guy who she met
while they were still in college, now he’s a Navy Vet
And I wish I could erase that memory I just can’t forget
of the moment I found out she only dated older men
How I was crushed by the one I was crushing on back then
How I was crushed by the one I was crushing on back then

October 23, 2018

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About Songs, Creativity Themes, Inspired by People, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Optimism, Satire, Snarky

Smarter Than You

If you listen closely to these words
and the progressions being played
You will question your intelligence
and everything you’ve ever made

And at night you’ll lie awake
because you won’t fall asleep
And you may want to get rid of
the things you need to keep

This song
This song
This song
This song
This song is smarter than you

Why even try to outsmart these words
or detect the lesson being taught
Or go back in time to review
all the fights you’ve ever fought

And all the lies you believed
All the stories you’ve ever read
Won’t haunt you like this tune
You now can’t get outta your head

This song
This song
This song
This song
This song is smarter than you

Oh face the facts
and quietly relax
Don’t think about what you’ll do
but forget this song
This song
This song
This song
is smarter than you

But know it’s smarter
than me, too
Yeah, it’s smarter
than me, too.

August 19, 2018

Lyrics Notes: I am a big They Might Be Giants fan. I could hear John Linnell sing this one, for that voice was the one I heard as I wrote this one. The whole time the person is saying this song is smarter, but in the end, it’s smarter than everyone combined. It’s very narcissistic but it was fun to write.

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Creativity Themes, Inspired by People, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Women

She Did Her Thing

Inspired by Vivian Maier

They found a bunch of photographs
taken by someone from the past
Little did they know the value of them
would increase so flippin’ fast
There were pictures of characters
There were self-portraits too
There were shots of children playing
and the finders knew just what to do

They cleaned ’em up and made a site
The artist became famous overnight
Her name was Vivian Maier
She did her thing and she did it right

Even though she made little money
doing what she loved to do
That didn’t stop her from trying
It’s like inside she deeply knew
one day her art would be found
for all to see after she passed away
and the moral of Vivian’s story
is whether you write songs or plays

Don’t listen to all the haters
or doubt in your head at night
Just think of Vivian Maier
She did her thing and she did it right

If you stopped creating what you create
No one will enjoy what they deeply need
Your artistic vision could inspire
or at least become a vital seed
that weaves into someone’s brain
and grows into something completely new
that won’t cure terminal cancer or the flu
but it serves as food, water, and glue
She did her thing and so should you

She did her thing and so should you.

2018

Lyrics Notes: Inspired by the Vivian Maier story, but also by a couple of other things I could not quite fit in here. One was that I had met a gal here in Bloomington-Normal who was an artist – her name was Katie Reid. She was fantastic and she did her thing while she was alive. The other person who inspired this was Phil Harrington. I got off the phone from a good conversation we had and thought I would incorporate that into something fresh. Hope you love it.

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