About Family, Adult Themes, Americana, Failed Relationships, Goomba Town, Goth Folk, Inspired by People, Lyrics, Murder Ballad, No Music Yet, Relationships, Suspenseful

Went Against Their Wishes

They thought something was off with him
The moment he walked in and he met them
His cold hands, the calculated stares,
They were all Republicans, he was a Dem

They didn’t like his condescending tone
And his liberal freethinking ways
He was a Black Lives Matter supporter
And he believed in civil rights for Gays

And he loved her
She loved him, too
They couldn’t do anything
And she knew
It was freaking them out
She found him in the nick of time
Her partner in crime
Who ended up sleeping with the fishes
‘Cause he went against their wishes
Oooooh he went against their wishes

They said her and him should move closer
After they got married, it was 2 months later
But he got seriously hurt in an accident
Her lack of empathy made him hate her

As he was healing, she packed their things
All their wedding gifts, stuff they could take
They left their two dogs behind with friends
It was a journey they couldn’t make

And he loved her
She loved him as well
But could they be a good team
Only months could tell
It was freaking them out
Got a flat in Gallup, New Mexico
How was he to know
He’d end up sleeping with the fishes
‘Cause he went against their wishes
Oooooh he went against their wishes

When he said no
The family got pissed
Except one who planned it all
They rolled the dice he kissed
He had a way to combat them
It was covert and mean
It was the perfect plan
He’d create a big scene

Cause he loved her
She loved him as well
They all were quite a team
Her parents were holding the bell
He was freaking them out
They got rid of everyone he told
But he gave his attorney a note
Saying he went against their wishes
He might end up sleeping with the fishes
All cause he went against their wishes

Now he’s on a ship out in the West Indies
Mopping up the deck and cleaning dishes
All cause he went against their wishes
Oooooh he went against their wishes

December 30, 2020

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Adult Themes, Americana, Goth Folk, Inspired by a Movie, Lyrics, Murder Ballad, No Music Yet, Southern Gothic

Regrets of a Gone Girl

He changed his name before he moved there,
So no one would find him in that town
He tried to keep a hidden profile
Found a quick job and settled down

And soon as things got comfortable
All of a sudden, she appeared
Right there on his apartment doorstep
And he asked, “What are you doing here?”

She said,
I forgot to say goodbye
And I’m sorry for the way I treated you
When you’d reach out for my hand
I didn’t grip it back and you knew
Somethin’ wasn’t right
And out went the light
On a romance we thought was true
Oh, I’m sorry that I lied
And I’m ashamed I forgot to say goodbye…

He said come on in, and he asked her
If she’d like a cup of coffee & talk
She accepted and they sat there
Then they went for a little walk

And soon as they turned the corner
He said, I have to admit
When you were lying, I forgave you
It didn’t bother me a bit

When
you forgot to say goodbye
and for the way you treated me
When I reached out for your hand
And you blatantly refused
Somethin’ wasn’t right
And out went the light
On a romance we thought was true
Oh, I didn’t sigh or cry
When I awoke, and you hadn’t said goodbye

He had been on to her
And was prepared for what she’d do
If she were to return to him
It was then when she knew

Something was wrong with
The whole thing and she was screwed
He drew her in by moving on
And he suddenly changed his mood

You didn’t forget to say goodbye
You weren’t sorry for how you treated me
When I reached out for my hand
You didn’t grip it back and I still see
Somethin’ wasn’t right
And out went the light
On a romance you knew was untrue
You weren’t sorry you lied
You intentionally forgot to say goodbye…

He changed his name before he moved there,
So no one would find him in that town
He tried to keep a hidden profile
Found a quick job and settled down

And soon as things got comfortable
All of a sudden, she appeared
Right there on his apartment doorstep
And he asked, “What are you doing here?”

He asked, “What are you doing here?”

December 26, 2020

Lyrics Notes: A tribute to a few types of stories I've liked because of the intrigue and the mystery of the story. I kept it mysterious for that reason but it's up to each listener to put together the puzzle in their own mind of what happens next in the story. It is my job to tell a story but it's your job to interpret it to your liking, I think. I pulled myself out of telling the ending because for once, I want the listener to come up with their own conclusions. I figure that might be more fun for you all because many of you want to be more creative while listening which makes it a participatory song.

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Adult Themes, Americana, Ballad, Country Song, Failed Relationships, Heartbreak, Lyrics, Murder Ballad, No Music Yet, Relationships, Suspenseful, Tragic Death, Wistful, Women

When She Chose You

I was sure I had it in the bag
I thought my dream was coming true
But oh, how my heart turned to sand
When she chose you

I couldn’t believe what I saw
Every single friend of mine knew
I was thinking she’d choose me
When she chose you

But you had another plan in your head
Yeah, you had somethin’ up your sleeve
I was the only one who knew who it was
I knew a vital clue to solve the mystery
It wasn’t up to me to tell her the secret
She wouldn’t have listened anyway
I watched the whole thing fall to pieces
and I’d listen closely to what she’d say

She was confused about what you were doing
and she cared about what was your intent
She’d turned to me with all these questions
like who you were with and where you went

I had to choose between my loyalties
and it hurt like hell for me, too
I regret all the things I didn’t do
When she chose, oh heaven knows
Where she is now that she chose to leave you

Oh, where is she now that she chose to leave you?

August 23, 2020

 

 

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Adult Themes, Inspired by a Movie, Inspired by a Place, Lyrics, Murder Ballad, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Satire, Snarky, Suspenseful

Halloween in Haddonfield

Parents go out and leave their kids at home
With hot looking babysitters who mess around
Their boyfriends arrive when the kids are asleep
And they try not to make any big sounds

Maybe they decided to watch a scary movie
Maybe they’re drinkin’ beer n gettin” high
They’re likely dry humpin’ in the family room
They don’t know about the mad bad guy

Who’s got the white Captain Kirk mask on
And a butcher knife in his bloody hand
He’s been stalking them the past few days
It’s like a horrified wonderland
You already know why the killer’s there
His twisted motive has been revealed
You’re in suspense ’cause you’re watchin’
People gettin’ killed on
Halloween in Haddonfield

Yeah they’re all gonna die
On Halloween in Haddonfield.

October 10, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Inspired by a Place, Inspired by People, Murder Ballad, Suspenseful, Tragic Death, Wistful, Women

The Emigrant Gap Bandit

See, If you could step right into my shoes
You would know why I am this way
You would know my complete story
Why I’m in this Reno jailhouse today
If you could see what I’ve been through
If you could live where I was raised
If you could step right into my shoes
You wouldn’t be actin’ so amazed

I was born up in the Sierra mountains
In a cabin near a town called Emigrant Gap
At first I loved livin’ there in them woods
But then later I saw it was more of a trap

I did whatever I could to get a ticket there
At eighteen I jumped on a train leavin’ town
I found work with a traveling carnival
From early Spring to Fall we’d move around

See, If you could step right into my shoes
You would know why I am this way
You would know my complete story
Why I’m in this Reno jailhouse today
If you could see what I’ve been through
If you could live where I was raised
If you could step right into my shoes
You wouldn’t be actin’ so amazed

A girl I fell for was the only daughter
Of the Ringmaster who had hired me
That day I laid my eyes on that sweel gal
She was the cutest I ever had seen

Her eyes were wide as her lips hit mine
She thought it was love at first sight
But I got scared and left her behind
Even though I knew it wasn’t right

Then I ended up in some rustic ol’ saloon
Got stuck where everyone drank and drank
The longer I stayed, the more lonely I was
And into depression, I fell & then sank

See, If you could step right into my shoes
You would know why I am this way
You would know my complete story
Why I’m in this old jailhouse today
If you could see what I’ve been through
If you could live where I was raised
If you could step right into my shoes
You wouldn’t be actin’ so amazed

I fell into a gang of highly skilled bandits
One day we came across a familiar tent
I realized where we were & looked for her
I always hoped I’d know where she went

Then I found her being raped by a man
I grabbed him off her then saw his eyes
He said “Boy what are you doin’ here?”
I got out my pistol which wasn’t so wise

Then I shot that Ringmaster in cold blood
The gang left me there to face my fate
And by the look in her eyes I quickly saw
My heroic deed came a few weeks late

See, If you could step right into my shoes
You would know why I am this way
You would know my complete story
Why I’m in this Reno jailhouse today
You would see I sure deserve to die
Even though my intentions were true
If you could step right into my shoes
You would then know what next I’ll do

You would then know what next I’ll do.

June 25, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Country Song, Inspired by People, Lyrics, Murder Ballad, No Music Yet, Southern Gothic, Suspenseful, Tragic Death

Ballad of Sugar Booger & Ellie Mae

She called him Sugar Booger
‘n he didn’t mind one bit
He wasn’t rich or very poor
He was heavier ‘n not so fit

They got along like best friends
Grew closer with each passing day
Yeah, she called him Sugar Booger
and her name was Ellie Mae

Ellie Mae had golden curly locks, ‘n
sweeter than German Chocolate Cake
She loved housework and lemonade
Stayed busy while she was awake
Sugar Booger drove a Chevy truck
he bought with cash in 1988
before he met dear sweet Ellie Mae
Before they combined their fate

Sugar Booger collected hats & lighters
and Ellie Mae loved to cook
If Ellie Mae wasn’t in the kitchen
She was likely reading a book

She loved romantic Southern Novels
and he watched Bonanza on TV
Whenever they were together
they were where they loved to be

Ellie Mae had golden curly locks n’
sweeter than Loganberry Pie
A typical country girl she was –
She told the truth & never lied
She was faithful to Sugar Booger
even when he was tempted to stray
There’s never been a love like theirs
Sugar Booger and Ellie Mae

They both came into some money
but they didn’t move far away
They liked their eleven-acre property
It was there they wanted to stay

But someone heard of their windfall
And one hot night in mid-July
Sugar Booger ‘n Ellie Mae were murdered
and they never caught that guy

Ellie Mae had golden curly locks ‘n
Sweeter than Loganberry Pie
A typical country girl she was
She told the truth and never lied
She was faithful to her Sugar Booger
Until they died side by side
When the news spread all over town
They all were scared and horrified

For their sweet Ellie Mae
and her dearest beloved, Sugar Booger
They cried and cried and cried….

June 18, 2018

Lyrics Notes: I just loved this popular nickname Southerners give their husbands and I knew I had to write something that included it. A small tale about a sweet country couple who didn’t deserve their grisly fate.

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Adult Themes, Americana, Country Song, Inspired by College, Introspective, Love, Lyrics, Murder Ballad, Romance

Who Am I To Complain?

Took a walk on the path we’d stroll down
The wind in my palm replaced your hand
I closed my eyes and fondly remembered
when we kissed as teens on the sand

And I thought about the memories we made
I reflected on the good times we had then
Tears weaved their way down my face
I was never going to see yours again

But who am I to complain?
Who am I to feel so depressed?
Who am I to think or believe
that I didn’t do my best?
Who am I to think I could stop you
from driving home in that rain?
Who am I to be so selfish?
And who am I to complain?

That stormy evening I said some things
I should have never said to you
I was jealous of your ex-lover
What else was I supposed to do?

What else could I have said, dear
to make you change your mind that night?
I guess I could have held my tongue
So you would’ve stayed without a fight

You wouldn’t have been so determined
to break up with me and head to your dorm
We could have spent the night together
keeping each other happy, safe & warm

But who am I to complain?
Who am I to feel I’m to blame?
Who am I to think I’m responsible?
Why am I feeling so much shame?
Who are they to say it’s all my fault
that you were found brutally slain?
Who am I to expect they’d understand?
Who am I to complain?

Who am I to complain?

February 11, 2018

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Americana, Country Song, Funny, Lyrics, Murder Ballad, No Music Yet, Satire, Southern Gothic

She Murdered Me

We met through a personal advertisement
In a local entertainment publication
After a few dates she invited me to
Come with her on a two-week vacation

It was all inclusive at a resort in Mexico
And it included an overnight cruise
Little did I know on that boat
It was my life that I would lose

She murdered me
She murdered me
Had no idea it was coming
My death’s no mystery
She shot me with a pistol
As I was sleeping in my bed
She murdered me in cold blood
I’m here to tell you I’m dead

It was hard to adjust to letting go of life
Being a ghost is really fun yet weird
I don’t like when I try reaching out to people
And instead of welcomed, I’m feared

What I’ve noticed is she has said some lies
About what happened that crazy night
I didn’t threaten her or grab for a knife
We didn’t even have a violent fight

She murdered me
She murdered me
Had no idea it was coming
My death’s no mystery
She shot me with a pistol
As I was sleeping in my bed
She murdered me in cold blood
The proof is my lead-filled head

She murdered me
She murdered me
Had no idea it was coming
My death’s no mystery
She shot me with a pistol
As I was sleeping in my bed
She murdered me in cold blood
Don’t believe what she said
Don’t believe what she said
Don’t believe what she said
She wasn’t defending herself
I was asleep in bed

Oh, I was asleep in bed.

2017

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