Weird Hyper Kid

There he is on the school playground
He’s a messy, artsy, weird hyper kid
Draws cartoons of witches and monsters
Doesn’t care about stuff he did

Like the time he told the teacher off
And got suspended for three days
He was put in the front of the classroom
And he just sits there with an empty gaze

Weird Hyper Kid (Oh, so hyper)
Weird Hyper Kid (So hyper and weird)
Weird Hyper Kid (Oh, so hyper)
Weird Hyper Kid (So hyper and weird)

He already has the knowledge
He’s got the brain power to succeed
To fill him with useless information
Is giving him what he doesn’t need

He’s smarter than all the other students
But they just see what they wanna see
To them, he’s just some weird hyper kid
But he should be a hero to you & me

Weird Hyper Kid (Oh, so hyper)
Weird Hyper Kid (So hyper and weird)
Weird Hyper Kid (Oh, so hyper)
Weird Hyper Kid (So hyper and weird)

Loves comic books and very crazy music
He stays up late to research on the internet
He’s concerned about the environment
He’ll come up with a cure for cancer I’ll bet

Likes Stephen King & Agatha Christie
Watches all those reruns of Quantum Leap
Goes to ComicCon with his doting parents
Collects autographs he’ll cherish & keep

Weird Hyper Kid (Oh, so hyper)
Weird Hyper Kid (So hyper and weird)
Weird Hyper Kid (Oh, so hyper)
Weird Hyper Kid (So hyper and weird)
Weird Hyper Kid (Oh, so hyper)
Weird Hyper Kid (So hyper and weird)
Weird Hyper Kid (Oh, so hyper)
Weird Hyper Kid (So hyper and weird)

April 9, 2018

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I Just Want My Brother Back

We would go down to the creek and dip our feet in
Those were just little walks but are good memories
I remember he was the one who told me about
them busy hummingbirds and bumblebees

He’d let me go through all his records and tapes
I’d spend hours studying the liner notes and learn
from all the lyrics – those verses, bridges, and hooks
One favorite was by Kansas, “The Point of No Return”

Now I look at those Polaroid snapshots from our youth
like the one where I’m smiling but missing a front tooth
And I know I have to cope with a very brutal truth
I just want my brother back
When he got into that experimental biplane
I didn’t know that I’d never see him again
That energetic man he was before he went insane
I just want my brother back
I just want my brother back

He’s the one who kept it together and made it through school
Learned three languages and multiple intensive college degrees
Meanwhile, I’ve struggled with odd jobs earning minimum wage
Yet he’d probably say for me, life was a breeze

And I review his yearbooks, remember all his good friends
The ones who knew him more intimately and better than me
I talk with my kids who loved their old Uncle so much
I worry that he’s more accomplished then I’ll ever be

Now I look at those Polaroid snapshots from our youth
like the one where I’m smiling but missing a front tooth
And I know I have to cope with a very brutal truth
I just want my brother back
When he got into that experimental biplane
I didn’t know that I’d never see him again
That energetic man he was before he went insane
I just want my brother back
I just want my brother back

I’m not equipped to handle being the responsible one
I was never the son who knew just about everything
All I could ever do is write these crazy little songs
And muster up the courage to remember them and sing

If I could have traded places with him that night
I would have done it faster than a healthy heartbeat
Instead, I’m the one who takes him for ice cream
and that former genius thinks it’s a special treat

And I watch all those home movies with him in the dark
Sometimes I take him to go fishing at Pinto Lake Park
He thinks he might catch a huge Great White shark
I just want my brother back

I just want my brother back.

March 29, 2018

Here, Take My Bike

She was frantically runnin’ late
To work early in the mornin’
And she couldn’t find her keys
I said, “You can’t take the truck,
The tank is almost on empty
And needs some antifreeze.”

She was in a mess,
Wasn’t wearing a dress
So, I told her with a smile
She could take my Harley
I handed her a helmet
And said, “You’ll arrive in style.”

Chorus
And I wish I knew before she left home
That was the last time I’d see her face
Or I would have taken her instead
You can’t ride on ice like you’re in a race
I miss her smile and her sweet olive eyes
She knew exactly what I liked
Now she’s buried six feet under
All ‘cause I said, “Here, take my bike.”

The coroner told me privately
When he got there to the scene
He couldn’t find her at first
He saw the twisted bike
The hardly dented Peterbilt
And I expected the worst

He found her in a muddy ditch
Her body was missing the head
They found it across the street
Her ribcage was punctured
Her arms and legs were dangling
Barbed wire wrapped her bloody feet

Bridge
The moral of the story, the lesson I learned
Is if you don’t think twice before you decide
Someone might die, someone could get hurt
All ‘cause I suggested the wrong thing
Think ’bout this tale of that poor female
She’s the reason why I wrote this song to sing

Chorus
How I wish I knew before she left home
That was the last time I’d see her face
Or I would have taken her instead
You can’t ride on ice like you’re in a race
I miss her smile and her sweet olive eyes
She knew exactly what I liked
Now she’s buried six feet under
All ‘cause I said, “Here, take my bike.”

All ‘cause I said, “Here, take my bike.”

March 15, 2018

Preppy Coastal Town

Whenever she looks over to him, her lips part
And he’s thinkin’ bout his favorite go-kart
Instead of payin’ attention to her come-hither look
He’s hidin’ behind a NASCAR History book

She wants him to talk to her ‘bout his muscle car
And dreams together, they’ll go wide ‘n far
But he’s pining for the redhead in our class
He likes her crimson lipstick and her sass

It’s a typical love triangle in this preppy coastal town
where a girl’s expected to go to an Ivy League college
then graduate, meet a boy there and settle down
Where the young men follow in their father’s footsteps
They’ll buckle up, get good grades, pick a sport
Party, sow their oats, ‘n not be a Beta clown
Then find a proper girl from the big city
Who’ll say I do in a satin and lace wedding gown

But the boy’s not into all that, he’s a rebel with a plan
He’ll get a GED and get out outta here while he can
She doesn’t know he’s going into the Army infantry
I only know all this cause his best friend is me

I’ve liked the same girl I’ve known for quite a while
I like that she plays sports and has a country style
She doesn’t feel the same, she likes the quarterback
Little does she know a teacher’s had him in the sack

It’s a typical soap opera story in this preppy coastal town
Where a girl’s expected to go off to an Ivy League college
then graduate, meet a boy there and settle down
Where the young men follow in their father’s footsteps
They’ll buckle up, get good grades, graduate
Sow their oats, make some mistakes but rebound
Then marry, have an affair & divorce in their 40’s or 50’s
& end up with a fatty liver from all that Tanqueray & Royal Crown

They’ll all end up with fatty livers from Tanqueray & Royal Crown
In this scenic, messed-up, rich-rich, coastal preppy town.

March 1, 2018

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!

It’s What You Did Right

For Barbara J. Gray (Mom)

You worked so darn hard
Raising us kids to be good
During those younger years
You both did the best you could
We were rambunctious as hell
Rebels of our neighborhood
But you accepted the call
and you understood
important things in life
like how we’d end up to be
This is how I deeply feel
about what you’ve taught me

It’s not what you did wrong
It’s what you did right
The house was clean
You protected us three
We were all warm at night
You’ve loved us with all your might
Forgiven us after every single fight
Mom, it’s not what you did wrong
It’s what you did right

Dad was off at the salt mines
So busy there to pay all our bills
And when Winter came to our city
You guys brought us to the hills
Where we could play in the snow
Where we could live a different life
You also knew being our Mother
Was just as vital and important
as being a loving housewife
This is what I sincerely see
You were not just our coach
You’ve been a great referee

We sure had our differences
You and I didn’t always get along
But you gave me a fresh start daily
You’re like an inspirational song

And it’s not what you did wrong
It’s what you did right
I always think of you now
When I don’t have a clue
How to remain calm and polite
Sure, sometimes you were uptight
But you’ll always be my leading light
To me, it’s not what you did wrong
It’s what you did right

Oh no, it’s not what you did wrong
It’s what you did right.

February 19, 2018

 

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

The Early Eighties

I wasn’t of age to drink
But I was old enough to drive
Every time I left my hometown
I felt independent and alive

Met girls up in the city
While clubbin’ late at night
I’d get home in the mornin’
Then my parents and I would fight

In the early Eighties
I wasn’t an adult yet
I’d go to those record stores
For the latest rock cassette
In the early eighties
I had crap jobs and bad pay
And a sweet classic car
I still miss to this day

Relationships came and went
And I was all right with that
I admit I wasn’t the nicest person
I was a lonely young tomcat

Those were some crazy years
I’m glad I’m beyond that past
I worked so hard to get here
and have a true love that will last

But in the early Eighties
I went out and had a lot of fun
I was so far from that sweetie
who ended up being the one
In the early Eighties
I had a lot of growing up to do
So did all my crazy crew
Just don’t take me back there, please
Back to the early Eighties
Back to the early Eighties
The early Eighties
The early Eighties.

2018

Porch Swing Date (Part 1)

They were both in Junior High School
She was a few months older than him
She lived in a small town called Aromas
She was Jenny and his name was Tim
Tim was living on a property off Vega Road
Not too far from her parents’ place
They met each other on the school bus
He was captivated by her angelic face

And one day he popped the question
He asked if she’d hang out with him one night
He said it could just be a porch swing date
They could just talk and watch the moonlight
It wasn’t up to her to accept his proposal
Jenny said he’d need to ask her Dad
He told her he was intimidated by him
She snapped back, “Come on, he’s not so bad!”

So Tim mustered up some courage that day
He rode his bike a few miles to Jenny’s house
But when Jenny’s opened the front door
Tim was as timid as a three legged mouse
Jenny’s Dad knew why Tim was there
Jenny already told him a boy was coming by
Tim was confused and pleasantly surprised
When Jenny’s Dad asked him to come inside

And they sat there eye to eye in the front room
Tim was scared as scared could be
He thought to himself “It’s not like I’m asking
For his permission, so she would marry me”
“I just would like to get to know your daughter, sir”
“I’d make sure she got home by her curfew.”
He smiled as he delivered his line to Tim,
Son, I’ve got a good feeling about you

So Tim and Jenny had their porch swing date
Tim felt luckier than he’d ever felt before
They sat and talked over Arnold Palmers
He bought for them at the General Store
It was an innocent time they were having
They didn’t have a care in the world
During their very first porch swing date
She found him funny and she liked that girl

February 11, 2018