Adult Themes, Growing Up, Inspired by a Concert, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Punk Pop, Relationships, Toxic True Love, Tragic Death, Wistful, Women

Be My Partner In Crime

I was standing in line at a punk pop show
Waitin’ to order myself a can of PBR
When up came a girl in a Buzzcocks shirt
Who I recognized from the ride in my car

I Ubered her there and it was a fun talk
She said I should come watch her band
The music was loud & she said in my ear
“I wanna do more than hold your hand”

She said
Be my, be my, be my, be my partner in crime
She said
Be my, be my, be my, be my partner in crime
Partner in crime, Partner in crime
Be my, be my, be my, be my partner in crime

I said “ok, but I’ve gotta go home and pack
Do you want me to do that after the show?”
She said “Oh, that won’t be soon enough!”
In about a half an hour she was gonna go

I said “That’s fine, I’ll meet you outside
I don’t live too far away from this place”
Then she smiled and gave me a soft peck
But before I started my frantic race

I said
I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be your partner in crime
I said
I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be your partner in crime
Partner in crime, Partner in crime
I’ll be, I’ll be, I’ll be I’ll be your partner in crime

I got there and back just as fast as I could
But I couldn’t find that girl anywhere
But she gave me 5 stars and a big fat tip
And I thought to myself “That’s fair”

Then a band mate handed me a note from her
It said “Meet me at the airport, I will wait.”
But then I looked at the girl behind the bar
And I was blessed by a golden hand of fate

She said
Be my, be my, be my, be my partner in crime
She said,
Be my, be my, be my, be my partner in crime
Partner in crime, Partner in crime
Be my, be my, be my, be my partner in crime

I found out the next morning the singer died
On the chartered plane I nearly decided to take
Instead I ended up in bed with the bartender
In a cozy log cabin out at Bloomington Lake

Now we enjoy our life and what we’ve built
Yet I think about that night all the time
When I fell for two girls in the same place
Who fed me the same crazy pick up line

They said,
Be my, be my, be my, be my partner in crime
They said,
Be my, be my, be my, be my partner in crime
Partner in crime, Partner in crime
Be my, be my, be my, be my partner in crime

March 18, 2022

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About Family, Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Ballad, Failed Relationships, Growing Up, Heartbreak, Inspired by People, Inspired By Situations, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Old Wounds, Relationships, Romance, Toxic True Love, Wistful

Just Your Turn

You got to know my Mom and Dad
Then they brought him back into view
He had come home from the service
And he remembered kissing you

Back at a house party in the 80’s
It was a night he never forgot
I remember he came home that night
And said you were totally hot

But now you’re both older
So much older than before
You blazed through other guys
But his heart was broken and sore
You might think he really loves you
There’s a lesson you could learn
He might never be yours, no
This is just your turn
Oh, he might never be yours,
This is just your turn

Dad introduced you to her, bro
He once introduced a girl to me
She worked for him in Accounting
But she didn’t turn out to be

A one guy kind of woman
She shattered me one day in July
I found out my friend said to her
I was a one woman kind of guy

And now that we’re both older
So much older than before
She’s blazed through other men
My heart was broken and sore
I thought we had the real deal
But there’s a lesson I learned
I was never gonna be hers
It was just my turn
Oh, I was never gonna be hers
It was just my turn

So I see you now together
Holding hands and having fun
I don’t know if it will work out
One of you might cut and run

But I still must have faith in you
Maybe Dad opened an amazing door
Maybe you both deserve each other
God’s healing what was broken and sore
You’re both happy, that’s what matters
I hope you never have to learn
That you don’t belong with each other
And this is just your turn

Oh, I pray to heaven above,
For true love, it’s just your turn
Oh, I pray to heaven above,
For true love, it’s just your turn

March 9, 2022
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Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Country Song, Growing Up, Inspired By Situations, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Relationships, Snarky

Boys From Her Hometown

Verse 1:

When she met me I was wearin’ suits
coats, belts, shirts and silk ties
I dressed up to sell daily at my job
but it was a sudden surprise
After we got married, fancy got old
Keepin’ up with Joneses ain’t my style
I like my Dive Bar tees ‘n jeans
but that don’t make her smile

Chorus:

Cause I looked like all the boys
Oh, I’m like all those boys
All those rough ‘n rowdy boys
All those wild n’ crazy boys
The boys from her hometown

Verse 2:

When I asked her what was wrong
She said she missed the cleaner me
The one who’d buy nicer threads
Than guys who hang out at Denny’s
I said this is who I sincerely am
I’m no dandy, Ivy League or ritzy man
I’m an Aggie Blue Collar Country kid
Just doin’ the best I damned well can

Chorus:

But I look like all the boys
Oh, I act like all those boys
All those rough ‘n rowdy boys
All those wild n’ crazy boys
The boys from her hometown

Bridge:

Oh, she tried to avoid who they were
I think she just didn’t wanna get hurt
She’d likes me with a shaven face
Than one covered with scruff ‘n dirt
And I can’t help if I’m different than
My fancy brother with his luxury car
She’ll have to face the facts now
I love old cars and have a big heart

Verse 3:

She’s been disappointed and afraid
This is not the life she had in mind
She wishes we could go back to
When I was dressed up to the nines
Guess I’m not what she expected
But it should’ve been clear as day
I was much happier driving her around
In my cherry putt-putt Chevrolet

Chorus:

And looking like all the boys
Oh, I act like all those boys
All those rough ‘n rowdy boys
All those wild n’ crazy boys
The boys from my hometown

Who are all exactly like all
The boys from her hometown

February 26, 2022

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Adult Themes, Americana, Autobiographical, Failed Relationships, Growing Up, Heartbreak, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Old Wounds, Relationships, Romance, Wistful, Young Love

True Love Stays

He watches the waves
And thinks of the days
When he was young,
fun and in better shape
He’d go out with friends
On all those weekends
The lessons all stung
He dreamed of escape

Then a girl found him
Working out at a gym
His eyes looked at her
She knew right away
Out of all of the guys
He was the surprise
But he was an amateur

She wanted him to notice
She yearned for him to see
They’d be more than lovers
They could be meant to be
He was hung up on someone
But she tried harder anyway
To convince him it was love
There was nothing she could say
It was a game he wouldn’t play

He dreamt of a different place
Of a girl with a somber face
Who kissed him long ago
When he was seventeen
He had a damaged heart
It was torn all apart
But somehow it didn’t show
He wasn’t nice or mean

Still she wanted him to notice
She yearned for him to see
They’d be more than lovers
They could be meant to be
He was hung up on that girl
Who had been living far away
To convince him it was love
There was nothing she could say
It was a game he wouldn’t play

She was running out of time
He was denying himself from
What she thought was true
When she walked out the door
His broken heart hurt even more
Then by chance he met you

As he watches the waves
And thinks of those days
When he was young,
fun and in better shape
He’s happier than he was
And it’s really because
He met the right one
No, he didn’t escape

No, he didn’t escape
No, he didn’t escape
He put away his cape
And true love stayed

Oh, his true love stayed
Oh, true love stays

January 21, 2022

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Adult Themes, Americana, Autobiographical, Ballad, Growing Up, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Rites of Passage

Friends Live On In You

Tonight we’re like the teens we were
years after we faced our fears
All sitting around at this reunion
Laughing and in our eyes are tears

There’s no one out to get us now
There’s nobody we can blame
For how our lives all turned out
At least nothing stayed the same

I look back on those days knowing
We all made it through in one piece
We got through the rites of passage
Our squeaky wheels got the grease
And it feels so good to be here
It’s like no time has passed, it’s true
You can move away from everyone
But your old friends live on in you

Memories are still inside of me
Of life here in our little big town
I remember how Patty beamed as she
got her Football Homecoming crown

All the fun we had just hanging out
Eating our burgers & chicken strips
I’ll always remember how it felt
That kiss from my first girl’s lips

I look back on those days knowing
We all made it through in one piece
We got through the rites of passage
Our squeaky wheels got the grease
And it feels so good to be here
It’s like no time has passed, it’s true
You can move away from everyone
But your old friends live on in you

There are ones who couldn’t be here
But that’s OK, they’re safe and well
They’ll stay alive in all the stories
That we’ll always think of and tell

It feels so good to be with you all
It’s like no time has passed, it’s true
You can move away from everyone
But your old friends live in you

Oh, you can move away from everyone
But your old friends live on in you.

January 20, 2022

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Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Ballad, Growing Up, Inspired By Situations, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Old Wounds, Wistful

Struggling State

When you’re struggling
Do you change course
Or are you stubborn
Like an old and bitter horse

Who’s been out in the barn
For some 10 years or more
When you’re struggling
Do you wonder what it’s all for?

When you’re struggling
Do you feel that pain
Or do you feel pleasure
Like you’re back home again

As a child with your Grandma
At the old department store
When you’re struggling
Do you curl up on the floor?

Cause when I’m struggling
It’s hard to figure things out
It’s hard to come to terms
With what it’s all about

When I’m struggling
I’m filled with fear and doubt
Overwhelmed like worms
Trapped in a water spout

And I’m falling
And I’m falling
I’m falling
I just keep falling
I’m falling
And I can’t seem
To stand up straight
When I’m in a
Struggling state.

December 8, 2021

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About Family, Americana, Ballad, Growing Up, Inspired by a Place, Inspired by Outdoors, Inspired by People, Introspective, Lyrics, Nostalgia, Poem, Verse Poetry, Wistful

Santa Cruz Young

Dedicated to my brothers, Russell Gray & Jeff Gray

Just to ride down that trail again
To see the whole Monterey Bay
And to feel that strong breeze
Against my golden brown face
Just to walk in that neighborhood
To Westlake with my schoolmates
And not have too worry about
What was on our dinner plates

When we were Santa Cruz young
We didn’t think too much about
Things our parents were doing
Like who they were countersuing
Or who had extra special clout
We only cared about each other
Fitting in and good sportsmanship
Riding our bikes around UCSC
We were wild and oh so crazy
As we’d go to the beach for a dip

I remember playing capture the flag
I remember how it all was and felt
And I remember my first crushes
How I thought my heart would melt
I remember my first childhood kiss
With a girl from down the block
And how my Daddy worked so hard
While Mom stayed in and was his rock

Just to be in my old room again
Just to listen to that old record play
And to be around my older brothers
So the mem’ries wouldn’t fade
If I could go back in to Calvin Place
Or hike to the bottom of the hill
I’d want to also go and visit
Ron, Shirley, Christine & Bill

When we were Santa Cruz young
We didn’t think too much about
Things our parents were doing
Like who they were countersuing
Or who had extra special clout
We only cared about each other
Baseball cards and Harvey West
Fitting in and real good manners
Visiting with the Catletts & Danners
And making sure we did our best

Just to ride down that trail again
To see the whole Monterey Bay
And to feel that strong breeze
Against my golden brown face

And to feel that strong breeze
Against my golden brown face

When we were Santa Cruz young
Oh, when we were Santa Cruz young.

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Americana, Growing Up, Hokum, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Inspired By Situations, No Music Yet, Power Pop, Punk Pop, Snarky

Etiquette Nazis

There she is at the dinner party
Telling them all how to behave
There she is at the dinner party
Doin’ that Princess Wave

There she is at the dinner party
Giving orders like an Uppity Dame
Expecting everyone to be Preppy
Expecting everyone to be the same

Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazi
Somebody tell her she’s all wrong
Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazi
Somebody tell her about this song
Somebody tell her we’re all different
Somebody tell her no one cares
Tell her someone blew chunks
At the bottom of the marble stairs

There he is at the Frat mixer
Telling them to use a coaster
There he is at the Frat mixer
Acting like a covert boaster

There he is at the Frat mixer
Sippin’ on his Chardonnay
There he is at the Frat mixer
Not impressed by what we say

Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazi
Somebody tell him he’s all wrong
Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazi
Somebody tell him about this song
Somebody tell him we’re all different
Somebody tell him he’s out of place
Tell him he’s dressed too polished
And he’s got a punchable face… Hey!

We’re all wearing flannels
With worn-out denim and Vans
They don’t like the finger food
But look at them holding hands
Look at them holding hands
Look at them holding hands

Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazis
Somebody tell them they’re wrong
Somebody tell the Etiquette Nazis
Somebody tell them about this song
Somebody tell them we’re all different
Somebody tell them no one cares
Oh, and tell them someone upchucked
All over their Grandma’s chairs

Yeah, tell them someone upchucked
All over their Grandma’s chairs

July 29, 2021

Behind the Lyric: You’ll discover I’m a big fan of the website TV Tropes. It’s actually a great resource to any kind of writer’s device possible and it really provides a shortcut to ideas, which I am a fan of now. So this one is inspired by a specific trope called: Etiquette Nazi. Check it out!

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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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