Not Quite Done

As I look back on my life
I see what only I can see
Not what everyone else
wanted me to be

I see struggles
I see some pain
But I got through it
again, again, and again

I cared about everyone else
I supported them with my heart
The whole time I wondered
when was MY life going to start

And soon enough She met me
True love with a capital T
We have so many places to go
But I’m right where I want to be

I’m not stuck in some bar drinking
with people who don’t give a shit
I’m not in a directionless relationship
and feeling like I’m in a bottomless pit

I’m alive! I have purpose and meaning!
I’m grateful for how it’s been so far
I have a family of my own now
We have a house and more than one car

Our kids are growing so darn fast
They’re soaking life up every day
and when they ask me for advice
they listen to what I say

I’m not sure where I’ll be in 30 years
but if I’m lucky, I’ll be right there
77 years old with the love of my life
enjoying a peach or a pear

And we’re talking about what a ride it’s been
even though we’ve hit a few snags along the way
We got to see our girls grow up, maybe get married
and perhaps we’ve watched our grandchildren play

So here’s to the journey so far
Here’s to that long, long run
Here’s to the dreams we’re living
Here’s to our lives not quite done.

2017

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The Crystal Lake Blues

(Inspired by the Friday the 13th Movie and Series)

I’ve never been a camp counselor before
so I thought I’d give it my best shot
I heard it’s pretty nice up in these woods
and girls I’d work with would be hot
So I signed up and soon enough
they hired me right on the spot
We drove up together before camp began
We shoulda given the whole thing some thought

Cause we found out when we got here about Jason
He drowned and now he’s killing everyone in sight
And it doesn’t matter what time it is, he will strike
Whether it’s morning, afternoon, or night

We’ve got the Crystal Lake Blues
We’ve got the Crystal Lake Blues
We’ll be all over the news
We shoulda brought more booze
to drown these Crystal Lake Blues

Barry got knifed in the stomach
Marcie got axed in the face
Ned, Jack & Claudette’s blood
is all over this totally creepy place

Bill’s throat got slit with a hunting knife
and arrows pinned him to the door
But the craziest part about this whole thing
is it wasn’t Jason’s head found on the floor

We’ve got the Crystal Lake Blues
There’s nothing we can do
Jason’s blown a major fuse
and our lives we’ll have to lose
We should have gone on a cruise
So we wouldn’t have these Crystal Lake Blues

These Crystal Lake Blues
These Crystal Lake Blues
We’re all totally screwed
Jason’s not a nice dude
We’re not even safe on canoes
We haven’t been able to snooze
Cause we’re haunted by
These Crystal Lake Blues

2017

Trippin on Tabbouleh

Sung to the tune of “Trippin’ Down the Freeway” by Weezer

I told you that this party would be great
You said no, it wouldn’t be the right scene
You said let’s go to Homecoming
I told you that you’re a kooky dame

No way, someone just told me
Someone spiked a dish on the kitchen table
We’re stoned, it’s not the red wine
We’re now all having an awesome time
You’ve gotta get the name of the cook
I’m totally gonna put this in my book
You know that we should really stay
We can’t leave here yet cause we’re trippin’ on tabbouleh

(Trippin’ on Tabbouleh)

You said to me that it’s not really weed
I said “I feel like I have been healed”
You said let’s go I think I have the Swine Flu
I said “Girl, here’s some Tums for you to chew”

No way, we’re not gonna leave now
This party’s getting better by the second
We’re lit but not from the beer bong
Listen here, I drove, and I’m in charge
You’re in denial of what you just took
This situation is majorly off the hook
In the end we’re all gonna be okay
We’ll eventually stop trippin’ on tabbouleh

guitar solo

No way, we’re not gonna leave now
This party’s getting better by the second
We’re lit but not from the beer bong
Listen here, I drove and I’m in charge
You’re in denial of what you just took
This situation is majorly off the hook
In the end we’re all gonna be okay
We’ll eventually stop trippin’ on tabbouleh

Trippin’ on Tabbouleh (x7)

© 2010, Lyric: Matthew K. Gray, Music: Rivers Cuomo.

One Day

(Inspired by “One Day” – the book by David Nicholls and 2011 film directed by Lone Scherfig)

“She made you decent and you made her so happy,” he told me one day
The anniversary of when Emma and I met in London a few years ago
I thought about when we were together, how we fought so many times
How could we even think about what would happen?  How could we know?
We were both students at University of Edinburgh and graduated in 1988
On St. Swithin’s Day, we walked together up a deep green grassy hill
And we vowed back then we would be the best of friends
Thinking what we said was a dream that we’d fulfill

We made it a point that we’d reunite that same holiday every year
I’m not sure why we chose July 15th and neither did she
All I know is what we experienced as we grew together and apart
was our delightful yet twisted and tangled history
She met others and married the guy who I mentioned first
and I married my long-time girlfriend Sylvie
In between those happy memories are when we went our own way
She just never seemed to believe in me

For I was not the kind of guy she had been looking for
I wasn’t the one she wanted for all time
All the moments we spent together she was so confused
It was like we had the right words but never could rhyme
One night she and I met up at a wedding of our friends
and we talked for hours on the hotel roof
Then it seemed like the connection we had was something unique
If our friendship was glass, then it would be shatterproof

After we both got divorced from our partners, it was obvious
We were destined to give us the old University try
So we were married up on that same hill we walked up
On July 15th, she married this lucky and grateful guy
We couldn’t have any children, but that was fine with us
We had our place, we had our truest love that made us laugh
Until that fateful afternoon as she rode her bike she was hit
On my register at our cafe, there is a photograph

Her ex-husband stopped in the other day and we had a little chat
“She made you decent and you made her so happy,” he said
And I instantly replied I’d be open to talking with him again
“No, I think we’re done here,” then took off with his bread
Every St. Swithin’s Day I go up to that old, sweet grassy hill
And I think about that truest love that we shared
I now know that I was such a fortunate man
All because of my sweet Emma who deeply cared.

Written in 2016, Revised in 2017

Cornholing With You

Well, we’ve been to the County Fair
where I won you a little prize
And we’ve gone to Lover’s Point
where I saw the stars in your eyes

We’ve done so many things, dear
There’s just one thing left to do
If you’re free this afternoon
I’d love to go cornholing with you

Cornhole (Cornhole)
Cornhole (Cornhole)
Cornhole (Cornhole)
Corn ho ho ho ho holing with you.

You’ve never heard of it, I know
You’re not from around here
It’s pretty simple, baby
The rules are very clear

The object of the game, my love
Is throw that bag like a horseshoe
so it glides in that special spot
I’d love to go cornholing with you

Cornhole (Cornhole)
Cornhole (Cornhole)
Cornhole (Cornhole)
Corn ho ho ho ho holing with you.

Well, we’ve been to the church carnival
and golfing was pretty darn fun
We’re way beyond that phase where
we would wonder who’s the one

And I know it’s time I taught you
We’ve been invited to a barbecue
Where there’ll be a cool jug band
I’m gonna get to go cornholing with you

Cornhole (Cornhole)
Cornhole (Cornhole)
Cornhole (Cornhole)
Corn ho ho ho ho holing with you

Lordy mama, I’ll be
Corn ho ho ho ho holing with you
Sweet lady of mine
I’ll be corn ho ho ho ho holing with you

YEEEEEE HAWWWWWWW

2017

Here’s a number I’m hoping the Hot Club of Cowtown, Deke Dickerson or Big Sandy could record. Cornhole is a popular Midwestern and Southern game but it’s picked up steam and you can play it just about anywhere now. How this girl has never heard of it, maybe she’s from the big city or something.