They used to call me the Grass Hog
But now they call me a loser.
The line went from short to long.
I don’t think that I can go on
Without the charge of a battery rammed through my head.
I put my finger on the hairline trigger
Making small which was once much bigger
Staring at my high school picture
Remember, memory go away
I lost all my power to keep you near.
I’m all out of gun powder to install fear
Your burned face, back of my mind, I can not clear
They used to call me the Grass Hog
But now they just call me old
My attitude went from bold to cold
I don’t seem to fit the mold
But I can get the thought of you out of my bed
I put my finger on the hairline trigger.
Did I ever tell you, you look like my sister?
I never thought I would ever miss her
Remember, memory go away
They used to call me the grass hog
They used to call me, they used to call
But now they don’t call at all
Grass Hog, Grass Hog
Yesterday's post was inspired by my eight year old son Myles.
Myles: "What did the the grumpy goat say when he was was invited to the Christmas Party?"
Me: "Thanks for the invite, but unfortunately I have other RAMS"
Myles: "No"
Me: "I don't know"
Myles "Baaaa Humbug"
I’ve a Panavision smile exploding into Technicolor
Adverts become themselves when there is nothing left to sell
Encyclopedia of cinematic gestures
That fake meaningful look, that tearjerk hook
We’ve all been to New York City and seen the stars on Hollywood Boulevard
We’ve all paid our $11.50 to get there virtually on the silver screen
They say who needs women; just take a look at the television
Channel 4, flip to 2, switch to 9
For your eyes the man earns a dime
Phone plan, blue pills, fast cars, precision time
Symbolic sexual vortex, tele-visual sheen… she’s the power of 17
The end credits roll by.
I’ll see you later, ‘round like an alligator, take yourself with ya
Here is the first song I wrote. I recorded it with my buddy Paul Madison.
Here are the lyrics:
Flutter by butterfly
Flutter by butterfly in my backyard
They only come around when the nectar's flowing
They only come around when the good times are rolling
Laughing, singing, sharing, talking to my friends
Why are they all gathered here in my presence
Why are you always asking me for something
Always pretending to my friend
Butterflies flutter by
Flutter by butterfly pass me by
Flutter by butterfly suck me dry
Why don't they come around when I'm feeling down?
I love to create. I play bass, write and record, doodle and draw to keep sharp during meetings, and write short musings. I also love to share those things that I create with others… so here is a single place to put all those things and share with my friends. Also, I do a lot of reading, music discovery and love the digital music space… and because you don’t have the time to search all the goods out yourself… I’ll do it for you. So that’s what this site is about. I hope you enjoy.