Brother From Another Mother

He’s the guy you’ve known since Grade School
And now you’re at a dive bar having drinks
You’re sharing stories nobody else knows
And you both know how the other one thinks

You struggled through the awkward years
Traded sports cards & Playboy magazines
You’d sit in the treehouse and play cards
And you’d tell him all your unrealistic dreams

Well he’s your Brother from Another Mother
Your confidant and best friend in the world
You’ll battle over which baseball team is better
And you might have crushes on the same girls
He’s the friend you like more than your siblings
and the one who’s the yin to your yang
He’s your Brother from Another Mother
Who’s a good person and a hilarious hang

He’s the boy who you’ve been in a truck with
The one who has your best interests at heart
He’s your wingman, your partner in crime
Who you don’t pine for when you’re apart

You tell him things you won’t tell your lover
Secrets you hide from your Mom and Dad
Stuff kept from your sister and older brother
He’s the only reliable ally you’ve ever had

And he’s your Brother from Another Mother
He’s not attracted to you and you know why
He’s shared something you can’t tell anyone
He’s fallen for that attractive athletic guy
Who’ll never return his affection back to him
You once kissed and you deemed it a mistake
You’ll remain his Sister from another Mister
On his birthday, you’ll always bake him a cake

He was my dear Brother from Another Mother
He was with me through the good and the bad
I remember videogames we’d play for hours
And all the crazy days and nights he and I had

His parents let me stay over at their house
Fed me great food, man, I had a lot of fun
His Father wore a Greek Fisherman’s cap
And I hoped one day I would too wear one

He was my Brother from Another Mother
My dear confidant and best friend in the world
We didn’t fight over which team was better
But we had crushes on the same cute girls
He was the friend I liked more than my siblings
and he’s was the crazy yin to my weird yang
He was my Brother from Another Mother
Who was a good man and hilarious hang

He was my Brother
from another Mother
from another Mother
He was my Brother

My Brother.

September 22, 2019

To the Lake and Back

I had a few dollars in my wallet
And I asked her for a walk into town
She went upstairs to get her sweater
And said to me she’d be right down

Then she walked down the staircase
She was showin’ those pearly whites
She winked at me & said she was happy
I could tell it was one of those nights

I told her I loved her to the lake and back
I’d say she was the one I wanted forever
I’d paint her dreams with my sincere words
Each day with her got better & better
I felt so fine with her hand in mine
As I told her my truth line after line
When we got to the sign by the track
She said she loved me to the lake and back

We dated all through my Senior Year
Even though we went to different schools
Our parents thought it was just puppy love
Acting like a couple of lovesick fools

On Graduation Day, she sat with Momma
They didn’t know each other very well
But from what I saw, they got along
A good sign for us as far as I could tell

She said she loved me to the lake and back
She said I was the one she wanted forever
Momma knew those were heartfelt words
She said “You’re good for him, you better”
It felt so good to me that they got along
I knew everything would be just fine
I felt like I was a big winner of blackjack
Man, I loved her to the lake and back

We married in a chapel out in the country
And we promised “Til death do us part”
Every early evening we would take a walk
To this day she still has my devoted heart

But now my love has gone away to Heaven
And I’m raising our daughter best I can
I pray to God she will one day fall in love
With someone who’s honest & has a plan

He’ll say he loves her to the lake and back
Tell her she’s the one he wants forever
Paint her dreams with his sincere words
And each day will get better & better
He’ll feel so fine with her hand in his
As I he tells his truth line after line
And when they get to the sign by the track
She’ll say she loves him to the lake and back

She’ll say she loves him to the lake and back

July 17, 2019

Don’t Forget Your Key

You’re heading off to college this morning
I got up early so we could talk before you go
I’ve made pancakes with chocolate chips
And wrapped something up with a bow
I know I haven’t been the greatest father
I missed some softball games you’ve played
That whole year I spent away in California
Wasn’t the smartest decision that I made

And I’m sorry for all the disagreements
About those boys who weren’t right for you
I’m sorry for grounding you on weekends
For something you said you couldn’t do
I’m sorry for saying you’ve lost my trust
And I’m sorry for just about everything
I did to force you who I wanted you to be
I hope you like what’s outside in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key

You’ve liked my Chevy since you were eleven
But I didn’t let you drive it, you got a Bug
I was too overprotective and domineering
Hooked on stubbornness like it was a drug
Your mother said you’ve cried in your room
Whenever I said your choices were wrong
Even when you snuck out your window
I kept it secret and didn’t want to hurt Mom

And I’m sorry for all the disagreements
About those boys who weren’t right for you
I’m sorry for grounding you on weekends
For something you said you couldn’t do
I’m sorry for saying you’ve lost my trust
And I’m sorry for just about everything
I did to force you who I wanted you to be
I hope you like what’s outside in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key

I’ll tell you you this, I’ll miss you like crazy
I’ll miss hearing about each lesson you learn
I’ll miss those things you don’t think of now
Like the picture from Prom you had to burn
It was of you & the boy who broke your heart
Who left you for a mean girl you didn’t like
I hope you’re ok with taking my Chevrolet
To college instead of that 4 year old bike

Honey, I’m sorry for all the disagreements
About those boys who weren’t right for you
I’m sorry for grounding you on weekends
For something you said you couldn’t do
I’m sorry for saying you’ve lost my trust
And I’m sorry for just about everything
I did to force you who I wanted you to be
I hope you like what’s now yours in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key

Oh,
I hope you like what’s now yours in the drive
And one more thing, don’t forget your key
You’re always welcome to come home
And visit your Momma and me
We love you daughter, don’t forget your key

July 13, 2019

Lake In Our Hair

Can’t wait to pack up all our stuff
For our trip of the summer with friends
Our boat’s cleaned up and rarin’ to go
Our brains need a natural cleanse

Chorus:
Up where the air is crisp & clean
It’s so gorgeous and relieving there
We’re so ready for that forest wind
and all that lake in our hair
Gonna have camp coffee & pancakes &
Bake some catfish on the campfire
Put on our best vacation attire &
Live without one bit of care
With all that lake in our hair
With all that lake in our hair

First thing when we get to the campsite
We like crackin’ open cans of craft beer
And set up our campers pretty quickly
Then we unpack all our outdoors gear

We also put all our comfy camp chairs
and get a fire goin’ for our next meal
Drink liquid gold from that little crick
It’s so much better than bottled I feel

Chorus:
Up where the air is crisp & clean
It’s so gorgeous and breathtaking there
How she and I love that forest wind
and all that lake in our hair
Baked beans & buttered sweet corn
Hickory flavored trout on the campfire
Wearin’ some cozy outdoors attire
Livin’ without one bit of care
With all that lake in our hair
With all that lake in our hair

From jumpin’ in the water & splashin’ around
Sunkissed skin, feelin’ so alive & carefree
Knowin’ everything I’ve worked for tirelessly
Is nothin’ compared to my sweetie bein’ with me

Up where the air is crisp & clean
It’s so gorgeous and relieving there
How she and I love that forest wind
and all that lake in our hair
We’ll be cuddlin’ in our camper, my girl & me
After ghost stories told by the bonfire
It’s worth more than anything we’ll acquire
As we’re snoozin’ in our long underwear
With all that lake in our hair
With all that lake in our hair

July 3, 2019

Lyric Notes: I had written this a while back, and it went through a few changes so in honor of Fourth of July, 2019 – here is the edited version. I’m thinkin’ Zac Brown Band here… Here’s hopin’ you get a little lake in your hair this Holiday Weekend!

The Better Thing To Do

Before you took a walk outside
And I never saw your smile again
We talked for quite a while
And fondly remembered when

The rooster crowed that morning
The grass outside was damp from rain
We talked about the pleasure we felt
We tried not to speak of the pain

When you and I both realized
We weren’t meant to be
When you couldn’t keep the promises
That you whispered softly to me
When we knew it wasn’t gonna work
No matter how we wanted it to
When we had to move on to square one
‘Cause it was the better thing to do

I remember holding your fingers
And you’d release them suddenly
The moment I tasted your lying lips
And stopped believing the mystery

I was in denial of what was happening
I couldn’t end it that August night
Now I know I should have been honest
Like I used to be when we’d fight

Like that night
When you and I had realized
We weren’t meant to be
When you couldn’t keep the promises
That you whispered softly to me
When we knew it wasn’t gonna work
No matter how we wanted it to
When we had to move on to square one
‘Cause it was the better thing to do

I sit here on our front room couch
And the kids are at their Mom’s place
Just woke up & realized I’ve been dreamin’
Cause I get to see your joyful face
I look into your sienna eyes
And those lips I love to softly kiss
You’re the one I can’t live without
The one I’d go crazy about and miss

If we realized that cold August night
We weren’t meant to be
If you couldn’t keep the promises
That you whispered softly to me
If we knew it wasn’t gonna work
No matter how we wanted it to
If we moved on quickly to square one
‘Cause it was the better thing to do

I’m so relieved we didn’t conclude
Saying fare-thee-well would be
The better thing to do

Babe,

I’m so relieved we didn’t conclude
Saying fare-thee-well would be
The better thing to do…

July 2, 2019

The Rebel

Everything went right but I still went left
Back home to live my life & do my thing
Then I took a journey I wasn’t planning
Met people who said I couldn’t sing

Took odd jobs like Front Desk at a hotel
Where I gave notice to selling ties & suits
Meanwhile friends who I was hanging on to
Gave me a stronger pride about my roots

Chorus:
I’m a rebel by nature
My ex-friend called it a curse
And when things got bad
They eventually got worse
Then I met a girl & got married
But there was this cross I carried
I was hungry for what I didn’t feel
I had the fear I wasn’t being real

Lost my parents,
Lost my courage
Lost my way
but then found a bridge
To what I still had
inside me to release
I’m still a rebel
but now I call it a gift
and know when I die
years from now
I’ll be at peace

Solo then back to Chorus & last section.

June 26, 2019

Red Flags

Well, I’m a different writer
But it’s the same ol’ trope
Talkin’ ’bout a couple of kids
Who decided to elope
They were forbidden lovers
Their parents didn’t approve
So they packed their things
And they were on the move
First stop was Vegas
They found a chapel there
Got hitched by a preacher
Who had Elvis Presley hair
Then they both got jobs
To eat & pay other bills
But they soon were addicted
To gambling for thrills
One night at Caesar’s Palace
They were on a winning streak
At one of the Craps tables
They he had to take a leak
She at the table on her own
And she bet it all on black
But the ball landed on red
The chips were put in the rack

That was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
Yeah that was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
And he decided he’d had enough
The times were getting too tough
Told her he’d rather
have a stroke or heart attack
Oh, those were the red flags
that broke the camel’s back

So he went on his own way
Left her there without anything
And she sat outside on a bench
She thought of pawning her ring
Then someone from Valet
Asked if everything was all right
She said she had nowhere to go
She needed a room for the night
And the Valet decided to help her
Got her a room for a few days
So she’d be off the streets &
Not hitching rides on highways
Not selling herself for money
Or blowing it all on meth & drinks
Not chasing users and abusers
Not washing in Truck Stop sinks

Cause that was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
Yeah that was the straw
The straw that broke
The camel’s back
She was sick of losing the game
And being told she was to blame
Her boyfriend keeping a gun
In his Army green gunnysack
Oh, those were the red flags
that broke the camel’s back

Oh, those were the red flags
that broke the camel’s back

June 21, 2019

In The Hamptons

She’s in the Hamptons
Not at Eytan Mirsky’s show
In the Hamptons
No, she didn’t wanna go
She likes him & all his music
It makes her feel alive & free
But she’s in the Hamptons
Makin’ out with me

She’s in the Hamptons
And Eytan’s playin’ tonight
In the Hamptons
She’s holdin’ on to me tight
She’s been a fan for years now
And she gifted me his cd’s
But she’s in the Hamptons
Makin’ out with me

I’m so lucky she’s mine
I wished my whole young life
For this girl’s love & devotion
in this summer place by the ocean
I had an obsession unrequited
And then at a party, she invited
All of us to come over to swim
But not him… Not him…

She’s in the Hamptons
and by golly, so am I
In the Hamptons
with me, the lucky guy
Who gets to hug & squeeze her
Under the bright moonlight
In the Hamptons
Man, she’s out of sight

I’m so lucky she’s mine
Met her one summer long ago
at a Clambake down the road
Thought my heart would explode
All at once passion hit me
That teenage girl was so pretty
Even though my hair needed a trim
She said it reminded her of him

She’s in the Hamptons
Not at Eytan Mirsky’s show
In the Hamptons
No, she didn’t want to go
She’s hangin’ out with me instead
in her queen-size waterbed
Here in the Hamptons
And she’s knockin’ me dead

Yeah, she’s knockin’ me dead

May 21, 2019

Lyric Notes: Eytan Mirsky inspired me in a post he made on his Facebook page.  Titles definitely stick out when they appear and this was no different.  I was pretty happy with the results but he said it would never happen. Well, it is fictional…. Haha.

I’m No Garth Brooks, But…

I’m tired of Standing Outside The Fire
Thinkin’ of That Summer & That Ol’ Wind
And I’ve been sick of Burning Bridges
and Unanswered Prayers again and again

I might be goin’ Against The Grain now
but I want to be your only Mr. Right
For that’s when We Shall Be Free
Cause we’ll find a New Way To Fly

And I know This Ain’t Tennessee
But I’ve been Learning To Live Again
Even though you gave me the Cold Shoulder
I’ve thought of you Every Now and Then

I’ve gone Walkin’ After Midnight
I’ve been to a Rodeo or two
The Thunder Rolls so I’m Rollin’
Until I’m Face to Face with you

So whether We Bury the Hatchet
Or if I end up Shameless In Lonesome Dove
I’d rather end up as Mr. Blue than
never take another chance on love

And I know I’m no Garth Brooks, but…
You’re like Trisha Yearwood, so sweet
So I’ve got Something With A Ring To It
And just like Papa Loved Mama
I hope you still love Dixie Chicken and Me

Oh, I hope you still love Dixie Chicken and Me

June 10, 2019