One Hell of a Song

If I am the lyrics
Then you are the music
and together we’re a song
Written by someone
Who’s having great fun
’cause we sure get along
Yeah we have those times
When my words don’t rhyme
The tune just is plain wrong
Then we get re-written
and we’re again smitten
Our chorus is concise & strong
All cause I am the lyrics
You are the music
And we’re one hell of a song

And all the crowds
They love singing it
Where we’re performed
Or randomly played
And they wonder
Who wrote us and why
And how long it took
For us to be made
We’re listened to
Obsessively
Over and over again
Somehow we appeal
Amazingly
To both women and men

If you are the music
I am the lyrics
And together we’re a tune
Lovers and strangers
Will sing us forever
In lounges and saloons
Oh we’ve had those nights
When we’ve had raging fights
Combined, we’ll always belong
Like a string ball & kitten
A child’s hand and mitten
Wakin’  & the breakin’ of dawn
For I am the lyrics
You’re are the music
And we’re one hell of a song

Oh, we’re one hell of a song

August 16, 2018

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Oh Steubenville

It was the Summer before I started freshman year
I was invited to go on a week-long religious retreat
Thought it was neat that my church sponsored me
Maybe Jesus Christ was who I would meet

A small group including my best friend and me
Got on that jet plane and flew through the sky
And we ended up at a college campus in Ohio
It was then, when I discovered my own why

It was bright green
and it was fun
It was peaceful all around
And I loved
When we sang
I’d close my eyes
And hear the sweet harmony
I knew right then and there
On that glorious grassy hill
I’d remember those moments spent
In Steubenville, Oh, Steubenville…

Met a tall girl there who I really liked a lot
She had bright blue-green eyes and a pixie cut
Her name was Tracy, she was from Toronto, Canada
She held my hand tight and I hoped it was love

We kept in touch by mail after we both got home
But we slowly stopped writing letters as much
And when I started my awkward Freshman year
I started longing for another young girl’s touch

Who I had seen
In PE class
And I saw her
At every Sunday mass
And as we sang
I’d close my eyes
And hear the sweet harmony
I knew right then and there
It gave me a familiar thrill
It was like when I was with my friends
In Steubenville, Oh, Steubenville

It was on a December night out on the road
When he decided to pull over to take a nap
See, he’d been driving all night with a load
And in an instant, something fell into his lap

He was distracted and the ice hit his tires
He swerved, his truck wound upside down
I was asked to be a pallbearer at his funeral
So I flew out there to our humble hometown

We all wore black
I hurt inside
His Dad and Mom
and his little sister cried
But as we sang in harmony
I knew right then and there
I’d find comfort and always will
cherish all those memories we made
In Steubenville, Oh, Steubenville

It was the Summer before my Freshman year
I was invited to attend a week-long religious retreat
Thought it was neat that my church sponsored me
Maybe Jesus Christ was who I would meet
in Steubenville… Oh, Steubenville.

August 5, 2018

Lyrics Notes: In these lyrics, I explore the time I went to a Charismatic Youth Group Conference in Steubenville with a small group of High Schoolers and our Youth Group leaders. In this case, I wanted to add in a couple things. I fell for this girl there from Canada and that was pretty neat but I wanted to add something into the story that kinda brings it all together and the only thing I thought of was to add in a death of someone who went with us. This is a character but it has someone I deeply relate to… and it does reframe what happened on that trip but the idea is still the same and I look to move people and find common themes for people to relate to. It’s kind of a Christian “growing up song.” It is supposed to prompt the listener maybe into calling that person who impacted your life when you were young. Life is too short to not reach out to people who are special to you.

The Emigrant Gap Bandit

See, If you could step right into my shoes
You would know why I am this way
You would know my complete story
Why I’m in this Reno jailhouse today
If you could see what I’ve been through
If you could live where I was raised
If you could step right into my shoes
You wouldn’t be actin’ so amazed

I was born up in the Sierra mountains
In a cabin near a town called Emigrant Gap
At first I loved livin’ there in them woods
But then later I saw it was more of a trap

I did whatever I could to get a ticket there
At eighteen I jumped on a train leavin’town
I found work with a traveling carnival
From early Spring to Fall we’d move around

See, If you could step right into my shoes
You would know why I am this way
You would know my complete story
Why I’m in this Reno jailhouse today
If you could see what I’ve been through
If you could live where I was raised
If you could step right into my shoes
You wouldn’t be actin’ so amazed

A girl I fell for was the only daughter
Of the Ringmaster who had hired me
That day I laid my eyes on that sweel gal
She was the cutest I ever had seen

Her eyes were wide as her lips hit mine
She thought it was love at first sight
But I got scared and left her behind
Even though I knew it wasn’t right

Then I ended up in some rustic ol’ saloon
Got stuck where everyone drank and drank
The longer I stayed, the more lonely I was
And into depression, I fell & then sank

See, If you could step right into my shoes
You would know why I am this way
You would know my complete story
Why I’m in this old jailhouse today
If you could see what I’ve been through
If you could live where I was raised
If you could step right into my shoes
You wouldn’t be actin’ so amazed

I fell into a gang of highly skilled bandits
One day we came across a familiar tent
I realized where we were & looked for her
I always hoped I’d know where she went

Then I found her being raped by a man
I grabbed him off her then saw his eyes
He said “Boy what are you doin’ here?”
I got out my pistol which wasn’t so wise

Then I shot that Ringmaster in cold blood
The gang left me there to face my fate
And by the look in her eyes I quickly saw
My heroic deed came a few weeks late

See, If you could step right into my shoes
You would know why I am this way
You would know my complete story
Why I’m in this Reno jailhouse today
You would see I sure deserve to die
Even though my intentions were true
If you could step right into my shoes
You would then know what next I’ll do

You would then know what next I’ll do.

June 25, 2018

Ballad of Sugar Booger & Ellie Mae

She called him Sugar Booger
‘n he didn’t mind one bit
He wasn’t rich or very poor
He was heavier ‘n not so fit

They got along like best friends
Grew closer with each passing day
Yeah, she called him Sugar Booger
and her name was Ellie Mae

Ellie Mae had golden curly locks, ‘n
sweeter than German Chocolate Cake
She loved housework and lemonade
Stayed busy while she was awake
Sugar Booger drove a Chevy truck
he bought with cash in 1988
before he met dear sweet Ellie Mae
Before they combined their fate

Sugar Booger collected hats & lighters
and Ellie Mae loved to cook
If Ellie Mae wasn’t in the kitchen
She was likely reading a book

She loved romantic Southern Novels
and he watched Bonanza on TV
Whenever they were together
they were where they loved to be

Ellie Mae had golden curly locks n’
sweeter than Loganberry Pie
A typical country girl she was –
She told the truth & never lied
She was faithful to Sugar Booger
even when he was tempted to stray
There’s never been a love like theirs
Sugar Booger and Ellie Mae

They both came into some money
but they didn’t move far away
They liked their eleven-acre property
It was there they wanted to stay

But someone heard of their windfall
And one hot night in mid-July
Sugar Booger ‘n Ellie Mae were murdered
and they never caught that guy

Ellie Mae had golden curly locks ‘n
Sweeter than Loganberry Pie
A typical country girl she was
She told the truth and never lied
She was faithful to her Sugar Booger
Until they died side by side
When the news spread all over town
They all were scared and horrified

For their sweet Ellie Mae
and her dearest beloved, Sugar Booger
They cried and cried and cried….

June 18, 2018

Lyrics Notes: I just loved this popular nickname Southerners give their husbands and I knew I had to write something that included it. A small tale about a sweet country couple who didn’t deserve their grisly fate.

Relentless Party Chick

There you are, Relentless Party Chick
You drink too much cause your man’s a prick
You’d rather get rowdy and dance on the bar
Relentless Party Chick, there you are

I’m here all the time & see you go to town
Settin’ up cowboys then knockin’ ’em down
’cause he’s workin’ all night, you get out & play
Then he knows you’re in bed sleepin’ all day

And there you are, Relentless Party Chick
Drinkin’ too much whiskey ’til you get sick
You’re a twistin’ tornado, raisin some shit
and you’re so damn pretty, lookin’ healthy & fit

But you’re hurtin’ deep inside
Fillin’ that empty void
And I’ve seen him here with you
Feelin’ sad and annoyed
I saw the red in his eyes
as he noticed the guys
Who hug you & touch you
It’s clear he’s gotten wise

So there you are, Relentless Party Chick
And there he still is, being a total dick
I saw him in here havin’ lunch at noon
with a younger woman he’s seen since June

That’s why you’re hurtin’ deep inside
Fillin’ that empty void
Turns out he’s just actin’
like he is mad and annoyed
I saw the red in his eyes then
but now they’re baby blue
’cause Relentless Party Chick
he’s about to leave you

Yeah, Relentless Party Chick,
he’s about to leave you.

May 2, 2018

Lyrics Notes: Shelly Peiken writes a great blog and has written fantastic songs. In her recent blog post, she talks about the promoting sexuality in songs and I agree it’s gone pretty far. Sex sells. But what about honesty in songs and setting up themes within them that can be the type that people can learn from? In these above lyrics, I explore a theme involving a party girl, her boyfriend, and the girl in-between. It’s a toxic relationship filled with dishonesty between lovers and total disrespect. I think exploration into themes like this will offset the fantasy and get more realistic about what happens in relationships when people would rather avoid the most crucial part of their relationships: The Truth.

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