A Seasonista Wrote This...stuff

lil ditty I just wrote.
somehow I can't help imagining it
as a 4 piece arrangement with a 5 minute electric git fiddle solo. :p



you better come tie me up
cause you undid me today
when I saw you walkin' past my house
I saw you lookin' the other way
well I know you aint forgot my number
have you forgotten my address?
(less is more and more is less)
is there anything else gone wrong?
like a shoelace
one strand aint gonna make the cut
yeah like honey
in my earl grey tea one spoon just aint enough
now one plus one it aint a window
lookin' out on me and you
darling I don't know what to do...
I aint makin' this all up
you better come tie me up
 
For Brian Brizzer and our mutual friends. If you're reading this and certain age you're probably one of them.
 
I wrote this song for my author friend Greg Pizzoli. It’s about the melon loving croc in his picture book The Watermelon Seed.

 
Written for pa's thread on the main contest board.

Lots of good songs on there already if people haven't checked it out yet.

 


almost exactly the conversation overheard through drawn curtains in the hospital bed adjacent to me this morning.
So sad and probably the end of independent living for an elderly couple.

paoriginal
 
I have a folder on my computer called "scratch pad" in which I put ideas and little melody fragments that I might use sometime. I was looking through it this week and came across this, which was just the first stanza, and I thought I'd give it more work. I don't remember for sure what inspired this, but it might have been my dad's hobby of collecting antique bottles.

I recorded this on my new phone using an app called Open Camera.

 
a song I wrote this morning inspired by Rick's season 310,
but ended up recording on an acoustic guitar.
guess it's about our ceaseless search for purpose in life,
using proverbs 13:12 as a starting point.



I'm standing on the shore like a bird without wings
Grey skies up above, my soul is fixed on bigger things
than what my eyes can see from down here on the ground,
slithering like an eel between the lost and found

Hope deferred make s the heart sick and I don't feel so good
But I think I'd rather fail than keep on wishing that I could
Hillary climbed the mountain and still he made it home
Did he feel the way I feel standing all alone?

My day will come
One day I will rise up like the morning sun
One day my day will come

Jesus raised up Lazarus at his appointed time
And fed five thousand people with a single fishing line
And I will hoist a sail on this shore wherefrom I stare
And try to find the reason someone put me here

My day will come
One day I will rise up like the morning sun
One day my day will come

Shakespeare was a writer and Nero was a fiddler
Ali was a fighter and Cassanova was a diddler
Now my heroes have all gone with the sands of time
Washed up on the shore around these feet of mine

My day will come
One day I will rise up like the morning sun
And shed this skin
The sea will wash me clean
And I will fly into the flame
One day my day will come
 
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