Americana, Country Song, Inspired by a Place, Inspired by College, Inspired by People, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Optimism, Romance, Women

The Songwriter’s Daughter

She’s got a way of looking at the world
Like no one else I’ve heard of or met
Her eyes are windows to a universe
I don’t think I’ll want to forget

I know we’re just dating right now
And I don’t have much to my name
But I have this feeling in my heart
That I’ll never ever be the same

I think I’m falling for her
Oh, falling for that sweet girl
I think I’m falling hard for her
The town songwriter’s daughter

She’s got a great smile & funny laugh
She takes me places I’ve never been
Like the diner out by those tracks
She’s comfortable in her own skin

She must have gotten it from her Mom
Who has grown slowly fond of me
Wherever we end up goin’ together
Is exactly where I want to be

And I think I’m falling for her
Oh, falling for that sweet girl
I think I’m falling so hard for her
The town songwriter’s daughter

He’s taught her well and she’s happy
She’s an open book and completely free
She’s fascinating and she’s beautiful
She’s so refreshing and low-key

The music in that girl’s humble soul
Comforts me like cool fresh water
Hope she always knows she lights my world
Not just ’cause she’s a songwriter’s daughter

And I know I’m falling for her
I’m falling for that sweet girl
I’m falling so fast & hard for her
The town songwriter’s daughter
The town songwriter’s daughter
The town songwriter’s daughter

February 25, 2018

Lyrics Notes: So the deal with this one is it’s inspired by the old country cliche and the phrase “Farmer’s Daughter.” I know a popular song is the Love Nostalgia Song… So I’ve heard variations like “The Blower’s Daughter” by Damien Rice or even an old one I happen to really love, “The Mortician’s Daughter,” by Freedy Johnston. I always think I wanted to invent a new one so this is about as inventive as I can get – to imagine what it would be like to fall in love as a college student with a songwriter’s daughter. An interesting twist is that instead of living where songwriters are a dime a dozen, they live in a one-songwriter town. Almost like a glimpse into one of my daughter’s future boyfriends, you know? It was a fun exercise, probably one of my better attempts at a character song. I love coming up with characters and coming up with a concept from a perspective that’s much like my own or someone I relate to because I’ve been there. Hope you like it!

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About Family, Americana, Country Song, Inspired by a Place, Inspired by People, Introspective, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Optimism, Romance

Sweet Tea Sunset

Sweet tea sunset
With her by my side
Out on the front porch
Our smiles are wide
The kids are playing
before it gets dark
Sweet tea sunset
and this trailer park

Most of our family
say we’re not rich
They look at our home
and start to twitch
But we love it here
It’s ours alone
It’s so calm here
in this time zone

Sweet tea sunset
and us holding hands
Spotify streaming
our favorite bands
What we worked for
was life undismayed
Sweet tea sunset
like art by Kincade

Happy to be here
Friends are closeby
in this great town
We look to the sky
that’s like a painting
every single night
Sweet tea sunset
An amazing sight

Sweet tea sunset
An amazing sight

February 18, 2018

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Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Country Song, Inspired by People, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Optimism

If This Ain’t Winnin’, Losin’ Ain’t So Bad

Heard through a friend of mine the other day
I was brought up in a Facebook conversation
A girl I haven’t seen since we graduated in ‘87
Resorted to assumption and speculation

She said I was pathetic ‘n unsuccessful
And I’ll be one until I pass away someday
I gotta say I giggled for a little while
At our reunion, here’s what I’ll say

If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad
I’ve got a family who loves me very much
I’m a dedicated husband ‘n Dad
We live simply ‘n enjoy our friends
And we’re happy more than sad
If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad

I heard she inherited millions of dollars
From her folks who sold Real Estate
And I’m sure she’s really thrilled with
Her sudden fortune and amazing fate

Been takin’ vacations ‘round the world
And has a place on a big plot of land
Meanwhile, I’ve been chasin’ my dreams
With my songs and a country band

If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad
I’ve got a family who loves me very much
I’m a dedicated husband ‘n Dad
We live simply ‘n enjoy our friends
And we’re happy more than sad
If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad

We write songs that come from our hearts
And play them wherever we’re able to
The crowd likes our well-made music
We’re constantly writin’ somethin’ new

I’d say we make a pretty darn good livin’
Entertainin’ people who come see us play
It may be a different life than she has
But I wouldn’t want it any other way

If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad
We’ve got great fans who love us a lot
It’s a life we wished one day we’d have
Our kids respect how hard we’ve worked
I’d say our lifestyle’s awesome ‘n rad
If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad

If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad.

February 17, 2018

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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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Americana, Country Song, Inspired by People, Introspective, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Romance, Women

When I Got a Whiff of You

I was in a diner on a Tuesday at noon
Saw you waiting there alone to be seated
You were so cheerful and happy to see me
We had lunch together and you treated

You talked about what was going on
and I told you what I was up to
We found out our schedules were open
and we chose something we could do

Something happened there with you
I can pinpoint when I felt so much joy
It was as I hugged you and had my nose
in your soft hair & thought “Oh Boy”

When I got a whiff of you
I remembered everything again
When I got a whiff of you
All I thought of was back then
Your young eyes & pearly whites
Those romantic summer nights
When we’d go out to Pinto Lake
and share a chocolate shake
Your innocence I didn’t take
All that drama we went through
Something was quakin’ in me
when I got a whiff of you
When I got a whiff of you

We got in your car & you had me drive
Decided to see a screwball comedy
I don’t remember the plotline at all
I was thinkin’ of what we used to be

We held hands again, it was sweet
Nothin’ like kids do these days
As you watched the movie screen
I was thinking of all the ways

I’d express those familiar feelings
My heart and soul was in overdrive
I forgot how good you were to me
Every second there, I felt so alive

And when I got a whiff of you
I remembered everything again
When I got a whiff of you
All I thought of was back then
Your young eyes & pearly whites
Even the unfortunate fights
That one time you wanted steak
You hated your birthday cake
And later I got bit by a snake
But we still kissed in the canoe
All that flooded my memory
When I got a whiff of you

When I got a whiff of you.

January 23, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Country Song, Inspired by People, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Southern Gothic

The Kind of Love That’ll Never Leave

She was driving to her job in her Chevy SUV
The one her and her husband bought
Last October their old Ford broke down
All she knew was it cost them a lot

And as she pulled into the parking garage
where she was protected from the rain
She started reviewing her memories
of the old trauma that caused her pain

Her eyes filled up with tears
as she remembered the years
when she was a teen
filled with hope yet naive
She dreamed of meeting a man
like John from Duran Duran
He’d give her the kind of love
that would never leave, oh…
He’d give her the kind of love
that would never leave

She wiped her cheeks and cocoa eyes
Gathered herself and went inside
She had a busy schedule planned
Had no time to be preoccupied

She scanned through her work email
There was one sent from her best friend
Said her husband abandoned her
and wanted to go out that weekend

Her eyes filled up with tears
as she thought about the years
When they were all in school
And she met a guy named Steve
He was a sensitive artist type
who looked like Michael Stipe
She gave him the kind of love
that would never leave, oh…
She gave him the kind of love
that would never leave

But he didn’t give back to her
He took and then went on his way
Moved on in the middle of a night
He sold things she gave him on eBay

She would cry herself to sleep and
think about things they liked to do
Then she mustered up the courage
to go out the night she met you

I had never seen her so happy before
She was excited about what you had
You encouraged her inner strength
and reminded her so much of her Dad
As we sit here in her favorite diner
I think about the memories we made
Especially from last Christmas Eve
I know you’d agree, she left us with
The kind of love that’ll never leave

Oh, that freezing night she left us with
the kind of love that’ll never leave.

January 12, 2018

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Caberet, Inspired by a Place, Inspired by People, Jazz, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Romance, Women

And Then I Met You

I knew girls who were so nice
but not many went out with me twice
All I was dreaming of was paradise
And then I met you
There were those who I got to know
and they didn’t go with the flow
So I was searching high and low
And then I met you

You were different
You were funnier
Oh, so much funnier than me
But you loved my humor
You loved my romantic inclinations
and that night we didn’t disagree

All those girls who I met
tossed me like a used cigarette
I was filled with pain and regret
I walked into the Buena Vista all wet
I was down to my last gutsy bet
I was there to meet a different brunette
And then I met you

You were so quirky
You were classier
Oh, so much classier than me
But you loved my cologne
You loved my little observations
You were the one, turns out I’d need

I was there and she was late
In fact, she blew off our date
but I’m a firm believer in fate
I thought she was my soulmate
The one who’d appreciate
my proposal on the Golden Gate
And then I met you
And then I met incredible you.

January 8, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Country Song, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Introspective, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia

Annie & Riley

He was sitting under a tree
with a journal on his knee
and writing another line
Up walked Annie Jean
with hair so fine and clean
to talk with him under that Georgia pine

She said, “Hi, I’m Annie Jean
You know my friend Kathleen
We all are in the same English class”
He said, “Hi, I’m Riley”
then he looked down shyly
as he pulled out a couple blades of grass

He was awkward around the young ladies
She asked him if he had plans for Sadie’s
He looked at her and asked “What’s that?”
“It’s a dance, silly” she responded
On his “OK, I’ll go with you,” they bonded
Then walked up his closest friend Matt

Riley gave Annie the number to his cell
They exchanged emails as well
She said she’d call him later on that night
As she got up and said her goodbye
Matt asked Riley if he was high
To Matt, it didn’t see quite right

Annie & Riley went to Sadie’s and Prom
Their relationship was very calm
but it changed as some eventually do
Annie was driving late that summer eve
The other car, it didn’t weave
And Annie’s life was through

Riley graduated the following year
and couldn’t choose school or a career
So he ended up working on a farm
At night he’d go to a cafe’
and he’d stay late writing away
He just didn’t want to do anyone harm

Riley still goes back to that Georgia pine
every year with a nice bottle of wine
and thinks about what could have been
He ponders on the plans they made
that afternoon, in the shade
and the fountain’s reflection shining on her skin.

2009

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Adult Themes, Americana, Inspired by a Place, Inspired by People, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Suspenseful

They Might Be Townies

When we’re at Starbucks
Talking about our lives
We’re surrounded by
Husbands and wives

Of people we work with or know
That’s not what concerns me the most
The trouble is, they might be townies
and they’re standing too close

They could be listening to us
And telling their friends & families
What we say in there every day
could get burned into their memories
They could find out all our secrets
Use them against us all over town
They might be townies
who might be writing all of it down

When we’re at Kroger
standing at the checkout line
Don’t tell your stories
Just nod and say you’re fine

They could be collecting info
Not only that, they could be wired
Because they might be townies
and they never will be fired

For recording conversations with non-locals
This could be a Stepford Wives kind of city
Where they want everyone to be the same
You’re out if you’re not athletic or pretty

See,
They could be listening to us
And telling their friends & families
What we say in there every day
could get burned into their memories
They could find out all our secrets
Use them against us all over town
They might be townies
who might be writing all of it down

They might be townies
who might be writing all of it down.

January 3, 2018

With apologies to John Flansburgh and John Linnell of They Might Be Giants. Still, I hope you enjoy it and it would be an honor if you wrote the music.

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