Chasing You

Every day after school
I was a lovestruck fool
You and I, we’d walk
and I listened to you talk

You’d tell me what was wrong
I’d sing you my favorite song
And soon I was falling hard
So I poured my heart out in a card

And right before Homecoming
I gave it to you, and you had
very little to say to me
I thought you never read it
or I did something really bad
It wasn’t I thought it would be
For weeks you knew how I felt
And then one day I decided
I know exactly what I’d do
I was through chasing you

Ch-ch-ch chasing you
Shalalalala
Ch-ch-ch chasing you
Shalalalala
Chose what I thought was through
Knew it was the right thing to do
I stopped chasing you

I was just a typical teen boy
And you thought it was a ploy
But you didn’t let me know
Your deep feelings, you didn’t show

Over Christmas break, we didn’t speak
Even though you lived down the street
Choosing what I thought was true
I wasn’t through chasing you

Ch-ch-ch chasing you
Shalalalala
Ch-ch-ch chasing you
Shalalalala
Chose what I thought was through
Knew it was the right thing to do
I kept on chasing you

And one night at Cold Stone Creamery
You took my hand and we went outside
You told me your deepest secret
You said it was hard for you to decide
And the moonlight was in your eyes
You had clear gloss on your lips
You slowly guided my shaking hands
right to your hoodie covered hips

Ch-ch-ch chasing you
Shalalalalala
Ch-ch-ch chasing you
I found out I didn’t have to be
Turns out I was your cup of tea
And the whole freakin’ time
You were chasing me
When I was ch-ch-ch chasing you
You were chasing me

When I was ch-ch-ch chasing you
You were chasing me!

April 23, 2018

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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

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

Maybe It’s Just My Boner

When I was younger than I am now
I’d get erections all the time
In classrooms and bathrooms
The feeling was very sublime

So it’s weird now that I’m older
‘Cause my dick doesn’t go up much these days
Even when I’m not attracted to the girl
it decides to go against my heart and raise

And as I dance real close
to a girl who I just met that night
I feel it slowly rising, she does too
Then I question if it’s really right

Maybe it’s love
or maybe it’s just my boner
playing tricks on me
Maybe it’s romance
or maybe it’s just my boner
on one big shopping spree
Maybe it’s telling me
she could be the one
but it also could just be implying
that it wants to be in her bun
I know I cannot ever be sure
Maybe it’s just my boner

Maybe it’s just my boner.

2003

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 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

Annie & Riley

He was sitting under a tree
with a journal on his knee
and writing another line
Up walked Annie Jean
with hair so fine and clean
to talk with him under that Georgia pine

She said, “Hi, I’m Annie Jean
You know my friend Kathleen
We all are in the same English class”
He said, “Hi, I’m Riley”
then he looked down shyly
as he pulled out a couple blades of grass

He was awkward around the young ladies
She asked him if he had plans for Sadie’s
He looked at her and asked “What’s that?”
“It’s a dance, silly” she responded
On his “OK, I’ll go with you,” they bonded
Then walked up his closest friend Matt

Riley gave Annie the number to his cell
They exchanged emails as well
She said she’d call him later on that night
As she got up and said her goodbye
Matt asked Riley if he was high
To Matt, it didn’t see quite right

Annie & Riley went to Sadie’s and Prom
Their relationship was very calm
but it changed as some eventually do
Annie was driving late that summer eve
The other car, it didn’t weave
And Annie’s life was through

Riley graduated the following year
and couldn’t choose school or a career
So he ended up working on a farm
At night he’d go to a cafe’
and he’d stay late writing away
He just didn’t want to do anyone harm

Riley still goes back to that Georgia pine
every year with a nice bottle of wine
and thinks about what could have been
He ponders on the plans they made
that afternoon, in the shade
and the fountain’s reflection shining on her skin.

2009

You Should Be With Me (Steak ‘n Shake Song)

Boy:
Well, I’m sittin’ here in Steak n Shake
Pickin’ on a four-dollar meal
And I’m not sure if you’ll ever
Feel the way I feel

My pockets are all empty
But my stomach’s full for now
And I’m dreamin’ of you, girl
I gotta figure out how

To make some money
So you will date me
I feel like such a fool
It’s so upsetting
That I’m letting
My depression rule
I know I can make it happen
I know you’ll one day, see
That I was made for you
And you should be with me.
You should be with me

Girl:
I see you there in Steak n’ Shake
And I’m wondering who’s with you
Who gets to hold your hand
Maybe it’s time you knew

That you’re the boy of my dreams
You’re the one who makes me laugh
Every time I see you anywhere
I wanna take your photograph

We could take selfies
We could go skating
We could study after school
It’s so unnerving
I’m here observing
Why do you tolerate her ridicule?
I know I’d be so better than her
She’s treating you like a nobody
Baby I was meant to be with you

And you should be with me
You should be with me

2017

My First Time at Prom

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Senior Prom ’87 – With Michelle Argentine

I met her in my Drama 1-2 class
She was wearing a mustard colored sweater
I had never noticed her around school before
Life there suddenly got better
There were girls I had crushes on
But this one stole the cake
I knew I had to take the chance
Our future was at stake

I took her out to lunch one day
I was so nervous and insecure
When I got the courage to ask her
She said she wasn’t quite sure
She had to run it by her Mother
I was floored she didn’t say yes right away
But when she gave me her decision later
Inside, I was screaming, “Hooray!”

She said she’d love to go to Prom with me
A good friend was designing her dress
Why I had no competition for her attention
was anybody’s guess
This was before I knew about fashion
Before Google, AOL, and Myspace.com
What an adventure it was my Junior year Spring
My first time at Prom

I picked out a pretty cool tuxedo
The colors were pink and white
Made reservations and got a corsage
Man, I thought I was so bright
I was at her doorstep on Valentine’s Day
with a ton of balloons in my hand
I was so anxious and excited
for the special date we had planned

I couldn’t wait to go to Prom with her
All my friends would finally see
I wasn’t some geek who couldn’t get a date
A girl wanted to go out with me
She could have gone with someone else
Like Harry, Dick or Tom
What I treat I thought it would be
My first time at Prom

When I drove out to her parents’ place
I was freaking out in my mind
I thought I’d get some big lecture
But her family to me was too kind
She looked like the angel I knew she was
Dinner on the wharf wasn’t too bad
This date was shaping up to turn into
The best one I ever had

We decided to stroll down the Boardwalk
And a jealous guy started yelling at her
And we rode on the rollercoaster for fun
But my mind started to stir
On the drive home I got verbal
I misunderstood what was said
When we said goodnight, I got no kiss
She just opened the door and fled

So our experience of going to Prom that Spring
was a special night I won’t forget
The next year we went to two more dances
Now I’m married to someone else without regret
I learned a lot about women from sweet Michelle
How I can’t just blow up like a bomb
Whenever I’m talking to my wife or daughters now-
I think of my first time at Prom-
I think of my first time at Prom.

2017

Lyrics Notes:  Totally true story!  In 1986, I went to Prom with Michelle Argentine and the first time kinda went haywire. What I didn’t realize during the experience was that she was not currently seeing the jealous guy, he was just a guy from her past. That was totally different – I thought that guy was her then-current boyfriend.  It was too confusing and I got really upset. The following year, thanks to Michelle Lazo, it seemed like we patched things up and Michelle Argentine and I went to not only Sadie Hawkins together but my Senior Year, 1987 Prom in Monterey, CA.  My Grandma let me drive her Buick. That was a much better experience and I am grateful to both Michelles for what I would call the most wonderful date I had experienced up to then.  I’ll never forget what one of her questions to me was that night… “What is your vision of America?”  Haha… I guess I’d tell her now that where I live now is smack dab into what I think is a good representation of America…. Normal, IL.  I know she is happy wherever she is.