Get Out of Town

She said she was in love with me
I am positive now she had lied
She said she was feeling feelings
She couldn’t keep them inside

She had me meet her Momma
She introduced me to her Dad
But this is what he said to me
During the only talk we ever had

He said get out of town
My daughter’s not right for you
She’s too young and inexperienced
I’m afraid you’ll break her heart in two
I looked at him and his college degrees
in frames hung on his office wall
Feeling so shot down and small
and said, “Can I just be her escort
to her future debutante ball?”

He agreed I should and we shook hands
And she looked so sweet that night
But when I explained I was moving away
She got upset and we had an awful fight

She was yelling and making a scene
She threw her drink in my stunned face
And all I could do was stand there
As she stormed out of the place

She said get out of town
Go on then, don’t ever come back
I’ll find a better boy and you’ll be sorry
I don’t know why I fell like that
And it broke me, I felt ashamed
Doing what her Dad told me to do
But if I hadn’t done all of that
I wouldn’t have ended up with you

Solo Break, then

She said get out of town
Go on then, don’t ever come back
I’ll find a better boy and you’ll be sorry
I don’t know why I fell like that
And it broke me, I felt ashamed
Doing what her Dad told me to do
But if I hadn’t done all of that
I wouldn’t have ended up with you

No, if I hadn’t done all of that
I wouldn’t have ended up with you
No, if I hadn’t done all of that
I wouldn’t have ended up with you.

April 18, 2018

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You Should Have Seen Your Face (2nd Draft)

It was a moment I’ll never forget
That summer sun had already set
The sidewalk was a little wet
You should have seen your face

When we bumped into your old flame
You said you couldn’t remember his name
And he thought you were playing a game
You should have seen your face

When he explained to you who he was
And where you both went to school
The apartment where you and he
had been settling down
The places you used to go
The people you used to know
All things you never told me
like why you bought a wedding gown

We must have stood there for an hour
As he reminded you of your favorite flower
Of your favorite restaurant on Gower
How what was so sweet became so sour
But the memory of his love for you
you couldn’t (or wouldn’t) place

But you should have seen your face
You should have seen your face

April 16, 2018

The Songs We Wrote That Summer

The first one we wrote, it was when we met
It was a Meet Cute you and I will never forget
It had humor involving food staining your dress
and us laughing hysterically as we cleaned the mess

The second one we wrote on our coffee shop date
We could have cut it short, but we stayed late
I was too shy to kiss you before you opened your door
It just seemed to me like you didn’t want anything more

We waited a bit before we wrote another one
But the third time was with friends and it was fun
The four of us got together, wrote it in a dive bar
where we all had some beers, you got out your guitar

The songs we wrote that Summer
We went all-in on and did our best
They were filled with emotion and were sincere
And I thought you were pleased how we progressed
But as we wrote more, they started sounding the same
The candle we once were then had a burned out flame
Now sometimes I wonder whatever became
of you and all your ambitious dreams
And those songs we wrote that Summer
with with all those lovely and romantic themes

That time we went to the local Beach Boardwalk
Intimate conversations evolved from our small talk
We shared our deepest hopes yet romance didn’t grow
We just couldn’t move forward, we were at a plateau

Yet I’ll never talk badly about them or you, dearest
‘Cause I cherish those nights we passionately kissed
You filled my notebooks and life with our history
but what it will all mean to others is a mystery

The songs we wrote that Summer
we went all-in on and did our best
They were filled with emotion and were sincere
I thought you were happy with how we progressed
But as we wrote more, they started sounding the same
The candle we once were had a burned out flame
And though I wonder why they became what they became
All our ballads and those youthful dreams
Those songs we wrote that Summer
I’ll listen for you singing them in the ocean and streams

Hope I’ll hear you singing them in the oceans and streams.

March 31, 2018

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

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

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

Camping with Gramps

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We were born in the city
Didn’t know a Rainbow Trout from a Bass
and we grew up going
to different schools and attending mass

But our parents agreed
to let us spend time in LaPorte
We weren’t at a sleepaway
or some high-class fancy resort

We were with my Dad’s Mom & Dad
They lived in an A-frame cabin alone
Far from the crowds and traffic
They had an old radio and rotary phone

But it wasn’t all that we looked forward to
It was all the adventures we loved to do

While camping with Gramps
We got to learn how to fish in the streams
He’d encourage us to dream big dreams
of catchin’ big ones to gut and cook
We were livin’ life not readin’ a book
While camping with Gramps
We got to know him and his worldview
He taught us everything he knew
He showed us nature and paintings
He told us to value people not just things
Gram taught us Cribbage
and I read her books & liked all her stamps
But what I loved most of all was camping with Gramps

And my older brothers
they outgrew going so I went with cousin Dave
Gramps would tell us
to go out by ourselves on walks and be brave

We’d drink straight from the cold creek
on those scorchin’ summer days
We’d chase butterflies
and appreciate the sneaky bears & bluejays

And we played tennis on a court we helped make
But we always ended up goin’ out towards the lake

While camping with Gramps
We got to learn how to fish in the streams
He’d encourage us to dream big dreams
of catchin’ big ones to gut and cook
We were livin’ life not readin’ a book
While camping with Gramps
We got to know him and his worldview
He taught us everything he knew
He showed us nature instead of paintings
He told us to value people not just things
Sure Gram made us dinner
and I read her books & liked all her stamps
But what I loved most of all was camping with Gramps

What I loved most of all was camping with Gramps.

January 2, 2018

All Kidding Aside (The Mama’s Boy Song)

I’ve always been a jokester
The class clown, The life-coaster
The kid in the back lookin’ out the window

And when I got to High School
I was the scrawny geek in the pool
who was awkward, teased ‘n called a weirdo

The girls liked me but didn’t see me that way
I was a kind of friend they’d talk to all day
I was a mama’s boy who tried so hard to be a man
Lookin’ back I did too much crazy stuff
Once I started drinkin’ I couldn’t get enough
and even tried smokin’ cause it made me look tough
I got addicted to being someone I didn’t wanna be
And all kidding aside, that’s when she met me

She saw my wardrobe – my suits and ties
And much to my chagrin and my surprise
She stuck around, I must have done something right

She doesn’t laugh at all my silly jokes ‘n pranks
But when I do stuff around the house she says thanks
and our safe haven is our master bedroom at night

I don’t wonder why them girls didn’t see me that way
As I listen to what the love of my life wants to say
Guess being a mama’s boy is what she wanted in a man
But I look back on doing all that crazy stuff
All that drinkin’, smokin’, and actin’ tough
All that pretendin’ to be who I wasn’t supposed to be
All I can say is I feel blessed and oh, so free
All kidding aside, this mama’s boy is finally happy.

All kidding aside, this mama’s boy is finally happy.

2017 – New Year’s Eve

On The Cover of People Magazine

Well, Shel Silverstein wrote a song for Dr. Hook
about wanting to be on the cover of Rolling Stone
And while it would be an honor to be on it,
There’s another magazine that’s very well known

It’s been quite popular for years and years
It’s visible while in the Supermarket checkout line
So if they ever chose me as someone fascinating
I’d be beaming with a smile and on cloud nine

Oh, to be on the cover of People Magazine
It would feel so amazing to be finally heard
They’d get to the heart of my compelling story
Might feel better than if I sang at the Bluebird
Maybe my Mama would buy a copy for herself
then she’d finally be so proud of me
On the cover of People Magazine
is somewhere I deeply want to be

I’d talk to them about my interesting childhood
and the small college town in which I was raised
I’d want them to interview former teachers of mine
So they could reminisce about those school days

I’d tell them about my guitar playing Grandfather
and how he inspired me so much to do my own thing
And most of all I’d share about the love of my life
who I proposed to with my Grandmother’s diamond ring

Oh, but time is short and I don’t know
how much longer I have here on Earth
All I can hope for is that this dream comes true-
This dream I’ve had in me since my birth

Oh, to be on the cover of People Magazine
It would feel so amazing to be finally heard
They’d get to the heart of my compelling story
and to some, it may even seem a little absurd
Maybe my Mama would buy a copy for herself
and she’d finally be so proud of me
On the cover of People Magazine
is somewhere I hope one day I will be

On the cover of People Magazine
is somewhere I hope one day I will be.

2017