Cooler By The Lake

She just got back to school that week
She was in her third year at Wesleyan
It wasn’t as easy as school used to be
So she wasn’t having as much fun
Ran into her old flame at the Pub II
He was distant and didn’t talk a lot
But when she closed her eyes
She instantly fantasized
About the days when her ex was hot

He was cooler by the lake
They’d go out there ‘n mess around
To her it was more than a summer fling
She thought it was true love she found
And when he said they were over
She thought they’d still be friends
But knew now he was filled with lies
She was clear on her big mistake
He turned out like all those guys
Who acted cooler by the lake

So she tried to date all kinds of ways
Even though her homework was hard
She met a senior on one of her dates
She thought he was kind of a card
He was not into the whole frat scene
He liked fishin’ up at Lake Bloomington
And when he brought her
As he eagerly taught her
She wasn’t sure he was the one

’cause
He was cooler by the lake
He knew how to use his rod & reel
He used the bait on his hook that day
She didn’t know what to feel
Was this the prediction of their fate?
After all, her heart was at stake
She was in a suspicious state
’cause was cooler by the lake

It was hotter than Hades in Chi-Town
They were home during Spring Break
They decided to take a bus Downtown
Suddenly she got a raging headache
He had an idea that might help her
Not chocolate cake
Or her favorite shake
She giggled when he said to her
it’s always cooler by the lake

Oh, that day they were
both cooler by the lake
Oh, that day they were
both cooler by the lake

Cooler by the lake
Cooler by the lake
Cooler by the lake
Cooler by the lake

August 10, 2018

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BloNo Blues

I’m two hours from Chicago, Illinois
Trying to turn into a man from a boy
At a school both my parents went to
How I wish they instinctively knew

Coming here was their decision, not mine
In these Twin Cities I’ll never be fine

Got the BloNo Blues
Got the BloNo Blues
I can’t shake these
Hard to handle
BloNo Blues

I’m failing all my college classes
I lost my expensive sunglasses
And my job, it sure does suck
So does this rusted beater truck

And everybody thinks I’ve got money
I’m on meds to stay sane and funny

Yet I’ve got the BloNo Blues
I’ve got the BloNo Blues
I can’t escape
These devastating
BloNo Blues

Bridge:
Nobody wants to get to know the real me
I’d rather be livin’ back home with my family
I could work for Dad to help lighten his load
It’s like I’ve been guided to the wrong road

I’ve got the BloNo Blues
I’ve got the BloNo Blues
And oh, I hate
This is my fate
I didn’t choose
I’m so afraid I’ll never lose

These BloNo Blues
These BloNo Blues
These BloNo Blues
These BloNo Blues

July 2, 2018

Pinto Lake

Well, I’m thinkin’ about Half Moon Bay
and those egg sandwiches you would make,
All those black and white analog snapshots
you wanted to but didn’t have time to take

And I’m thinkin’ about that early Spring day
It was a bit foggy, you had something to say
When we were in that rowboat on Pinto Lake
When we were in that rowboat on Pinto Lake

I was wearing khaki shorts & a white pocket tee
You wore a gingham top and favorite ripped jeans
You brought a picnic basket with Martinelli’s,
Potato salad, French bread & freshly baked beans

And I wonder about all the reasons why my dear
You chose to tell me you weren’t gonna stay
When we were in that rowboat out on Pinto Lake
Oh, in that little rowboat out on Pinto Lake

We were from that place
That sleepy farm town
Filled with roses
Old friends
Ramsey Park
Where our Mothers
took us both to play
We were twenty-four
and we had planned
to move out of state
But you said you’ve packed
and was moving that very May

I’m sad and thinkin’ about that early Spring day
You brought me a bright yellow roses bouquet
My heart was breaking apart every which way
As you said what you needed to say
In that little rowboat with me out on Pinto Lake

In that little rowboat with me out on Pinto Lake.

May 15, 2018

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 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!

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

Real McCoy

As I looked around your place
and saw the smile on your face
I knew you’re one of a kind
You completely blew my mind

My intuition about me and you
Told me that our love was true
It said you were the one
and we’d have more than fun

It’d be a love I had been dreaming of
Since I was a little boy
When I looked up to my parents
and I’d pray I’d have that kind of joy
Now you and I are both students
Here in the heart of Central Illinois
As sure as cowboys love shootin’
I know we’re the Real McCoy

Real McCoy
Real McCoy
We’re true love
We’re the Real McCoy

I deeply care about your parents
They treat me as one of the family
Mom and Dad are impressed with you
And I love your gentle sincerity

Our dates have been so wonderful
We complement each other so well
Like a well-mannered gentleman
and a sweet & sassy Southern Belle

It’s the love I’ve been waiting for
Since I was a little boy
When I looked up to my parents
And I’d pray I had that kind of joy
Now you and I are students
Here in the heart of Central Illinois
As sure as farmers love farming
I know we’re the Real McCoy

As sure as farmers love farming
As sure as cowboys love shootin’
As sure as fishers love fishing
And Minnesotan say “Darn Tootin!”
I know we’re the Real McCoy

Real McCoy
Real McCoy
We’re true love
We’re the Real McCoy.

January 11, 2018