Adult Themes, Americana, Blues, Inspired by a Place, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Piano Song, Wistful

The Regular

Well, I’m a regular at the Lucca Grill
Where I order the same thing every week
A Ham and Pineapple Calzone & a Coke
And they listen to me even when I’m bleak

I don’t have many friends around anymore
My ex-wife took the kids away from me
So I go there to check in & shoot the breeze
And they always test my long term memory

What was it like in the old days here old man?
They ask me and I always answer honestly
It was not like it is now – it was much better
It’s where I wish I was stuck for eternity
The people were much friendlier and open
It was so much fun, everyone had so much class
We all respected the older Gentlemen and Ladies
And we’d go have breakfast after Sunday Mass

And I see the happiness in their smoky eyes
As they listen to me with interest and intent
Before you know it, I’m there until supper time
And I wonder where all the time went

And I go home to feed my beagle Theodore
I sit down and ponder all the things I said
After my supper from a cardboard box,
I put on my PJ’s, then slowly climb into bed

And I think about those Spring weekends
We’d spend up in Chicago at the nightclubs
We’d dance the Lindy and East Coast Swing
How I deeply miss that ol’ pal of mine Buzz
We’d stay up and talk about random things
Maybe swap a few lies about this and that
Back when ladies wore fancy dresses daily
And I’d be dressed to the nines with a hat

So whenever you see me at the Lucca Grill
Come on over to my table, we’ll have a drink
I’d love to know more about you all
How you’re doing and what you feel & think

Maybe I could be of use to you as I listen
To your stories & what’s going on with you
I’m pretty good at figuring out solutions
And there’s not much else now I can do

What was it like in the old days here old man?
You’ll ask me and I’ll always answer honestly
It was not like it is now – it was much better
It’s where I wish I was stuck for eternity
The people were much friendlier and open
It was so much fun, everyone had so much class
We all respected the older Gentlemen and Ladies
And we’d go have breakfast after Sunday Mass

We all respected each other’s hopes and dreams
And we’d go have breakfast after Sunday Mass

October 30, 2018

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Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Creativity Themes, Folk Ballad, Growing Up, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Introspective, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Relationships, Romance, Unrequited, Wistful

Crushing Crush

There’s a girl I’ve known since I was seventeen
Has an aquatic blue eye and another that’s green
She’s not the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
but she’s the one I was crushing on back then

I was dating others who were nothing like her
Whether they liked me or not, I wasn’t that sure
What I do know is I was lonely, awkward & immature
and she was the one I was crushing on back then

She was told I was obsessing from a friend of a friend
We hung out for lunch when her heart was on the mend
and I shared with her a poem I had recently penned
before she became the one I was crushing on back then

Last I heard she moved to Jersey with a guy who she met
while they were still in college, now he’s a Navy Vet
And I wish I could erase that memory I just can’t forget
of the moment I found out she only dated older men
How I was crushed by the one I was crushing on back then
How I was crushed by the one I was crushing on back then

October 23, 2018

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Inspired by People, Introspective, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Relationships, Romance, Wistful, Women, Young Love

From April to August

We were only together
From April to August
From Spring thru Summer
She was fine, She was mine

We’d hit the dive bars
And the record shops
From Spring thru Summer
I was her fan and her man

Sometime after Labor Day
She said she was movin’ away
Her father got a job up North somewhere
I told her to write or call
I never heard from her at all
It was a gloomy Fall – life felt so unfair
I didn’t buy the thought that she didn’t care

Cause she took something of mine as a souvenir
It was my favorite gray hoodie from my Senior year
And she gifted me this beat up Martin six string
But when I play it, I don’t feel a goddamn thing
All I wanna do now is go back in time to Spring
On that Seattle night when we made out to Sting
Those weeks we were together from April to August
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust

We had only dated
From April to August
Trips to Capitola
We held hands, saw cool bands

We’d go watch the ocean
We’d go mountain biking
From Spring to Summer
Drank barley wine, It was divine

Sometime after Labor Day
She said she was movin’ away
Her father got a job up North somewhere
I told her to write or call
I never heard from her at all
It was a gloomy Fall – life felt so unfair
I didn’t buy the thought that she didn’t care

Cause she took something of mine as a souvenir
It was my college ring I bought my Senior year
She gifted me this beat up Martin six string
But when I play it, I don’t feel a goddamn thing
All I wanna do now is go back in time to June
On that night when we kissed under the moon
Those weeks we were together from April to August
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust

October 14, 2018

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Country Song, Inspired by College, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Relationships, Romance, Wistful

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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Autobiographical, Growing Up, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Relationships, Spiritual, Tragic Death, Wistful

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.

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Adult Themes, Country Song, Love, No Music Yet, Relationships, Romance, Wistful, Women

When We Make Love She Cries

She’s done all kinds of therapy
The kind I’m never there for
When she’s done I pick her up
She stays silent & I’m still sore

There’s things she won’t tell me
The kind of things I need to know
Without intimacy in our marriage
There’s no trust & nowhere to go

And when we make love she cries
And I think I’ve hurt her so bad
Then I ask her why she’s so upset
And she yells, oh man she gets mad
I don’t know if it’s me who’s the cause
I’m just tired of the many secrets & lies
And all I think about while she’s sleeping
Is why when we make love she cries

Can’t be my tender & soft kisses
Can’t be the way I massage her hot bod
I can’t believe our love is in vain
Or some kind of extravagant facade

Is it something that happened to her
A trauma damaged her so much
That she can’t handle our lovemakin’
Maybe she’s sensitive to my touch

Cause when we make love she cries
And I think I’ve hurt her really bad
Then I ask her why she’s so upset
And she yells, oh man she gets mad
I don’t know if it’s me who’s the cause
I’m just tired of the many secrets & lies
And all I think about while she’s sleeping
Is why when we make love she cries

The sad part is it’s no longer a surprise
When we make our soulbinding love,
No matter where we are, day or night
When we make our sweet, honest love she cries

The love of my life can’t tell me why she cries.

July 5, 2018

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Blues, Growing Up, Inspired by a Place, Inspired by College, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Wistful

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

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