A December Song: Our Last Round

I finally blocked out some time to finish up a song or two.  This one is called “Our Last Round”, and is an attempt at an extended metaphor-type song.  I don’t know a whole lot about boxing, so I wrote this with the Wikipedia page on boxing pulled up.

(click song title to hear the song)

Our Last Round

How could I underestimate the power of a featherweight?
You got me when I let my guard down
I held out for a while, but you came in with an uppercut
and I think we just finished out last round

Chorus:   I think we just finished out last round
You’re the champion, here’s your belt and crown
I finally decided that I’m better off here on the mat
and I think we just finished out last round.

Darling, you took your first swing when you heard the churchbell ring
How could I know I’d grow to dread that sound?
I wondered what’d the preacher mean, when he said “Alright, let’s keep it clean”
Back then when we started our first round.


Bridge: In this corner, the contender, see the fear there in his eyes
In this corner, the defender, hungry for the prize

Every time I’d try to leave, you’d come in with the bob and weave
Doin’ your best to drop me to the ground.
But I’ve finally had enough–enough of all your fisticuffs
And I think that we’ve finished our last round.


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August Song: The Worst Part

I’m going to figure out how to change my short-sighted title so that I can use this weblog as a clearinghouse for any new song I’ve written.  Should anybody be reading this chronologically, note that all of the songs below were written as a part of a song-a-day excercise through the month of July, 2009.  Since completing the Month of Songs, I’ve had time to go back through some old notebooks and apply my newly-honed songwriting technique to some long-unfinished lines, verses, or choruses.  I’ve hit a few that are not quite ready yet, but today I sat down with one that turned out in the acceptable range.  It’s still a rough draft, but it’s presentable.

It’s a one-take (one for guitar, one for vocals) which explains the muck-up after the bridge.

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The Worst Part

The worst part is the waking up alone
I reach over for you and I realize you’re gone
This misery, it clings to me, it lingers like cologne
But the worst part is the waking up alone.

I can make it through my dreary day
As long as I keep busy I can go along my way.
With enough distractions, the pain can be postponed,
and the worst part it the waking up alone.

It’s hard to get to sleep at night
Knowing that the morning light
Is going to pull me from your loving arms
So when the sun begins to rise
I squeeze tight my tired eyes
Thinking I can sleep through the alarms.

Repeat vs. 1

Published in: on August 21, 2009 at 1:14 am  Comments (1)  
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7.30.09 (Song Twenty-One): Falling Again

Still a day behind on getting these recorded and posted, but you’ll have to take my word that I’m getting them done on time.  Needless to say, I’ll be glad to put this to bed and go back and do some editing and working on older songs.  Today’s song is upright acoustic piano and voice, both through the built-in Mac mic.  I looped the piano parts and cut-and-pasted, since I’m no piano player.

Falling Again

Fallin’ again
I can’t believe
That I let this
happen to me
It happened before,
and back then I swore
It would not happen again.

I was not prepared
for when you walked by
But you should’ve know better than to
Catch my eye
You went ’round catching
and I got caught
Now I’m stuck and
can’t get out


Why must this always
happen to me
How did I earn
all of this misery
I thought I was happy
But oh, I was wrong
Cause if I can’t have you
I just can’t go on

Published in: on July 31, 2009 at 7:34 pm  Leave a Comment  
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7.29.09 (Song Twenty): One Foot

I didn’t get to upload this one last night, so here it is.  I was trying to write an anthem of some sort, and it might work with a little more instrumentation.  I recorded it late last night, so I had to use my electronic keyboard, and I couldn’t find the sustain pedal, which really takes away from the piano-ey sound.  I’ve had a variation of the chorus sitting around for a few years, but no verses, so I finished it off.

One Foot

You say you’re tired
And you can’t go on
And the road before you
Looks so long
But don’t give up
Before you begin
Just take a step
Then take a step again.

And put
one foot
in front of the other
Little by little
Day by day
one step
and then take another
Before you know it
you’ll be on your way

Set your eyes
On the horizon
and put your boots
on the ground
And get your legs
to start to moving
And there’s no telling
What can be found


It’s a long way
And it will be tough
But you’ll get there
Soon enough
It ain’t easy
That’s for sure
But anything worth having
Is worth working for.

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7.28.09 (Song Nineteen): Part of You

I’m pleased enough with today’s song, “Part of You”.  It’s syrupy and barely over a minute long, and my self-harmony is not quite there, but with some practice, a bridge, and maybe some keyboards I think this one might turn out.

Part of You

If I should ever leave you
I want you to know
I take a piece of you with me
anywhere I go

I take a piece of you with me
I thought you wouldn’t mind
‘Cause when I go I always leave
a piece of me behind.

If I could,
I would stay
But you and I both know that soon
I’ll have to go away
But be sure
When I do
You’ll always be a part of me,
And I, a part of you.

Now, I hardly remember
The man I used to be
I bore a hole that was the shape
of what you gave to me

It’s odd that it worked out like this,
these things so rarely do
but you were missing something,
Something that I brought to you.


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7.27.09 (Song 18): NyQuil-Headed Baby

It looks like I took Friday off–some life came up and I didn’t get it done.  I’m hoping to catch up by the end of the week.

For today, I was hoping to capture the spirit of Whiskey Headed Woman and Canned Heat Blues, two classic blues songs, and I think I’ve done the form justice.  I’m not in love with the chorus, but for a one-day project, it’s not bad.

NyQuil-Headed Baby
She don’t drink liquor and she don’t take dope
She don’t use cocaine and she won’t smoke rope
There’s only one thing for when she needs a little something
She ain’t satisfied until she’s had some Robitussin

She’s my NyQuil headed baby
She’ll drink Dimetapp, too
and if she’s feeling fancy she could go for
the Theraflu

Her eyes may be bloodshot, her hair may be a mess
But you can be for certain that her cough is supressed


Don’t bring her any eucalyptus cough drops
Don’t you rub no camphor oil on to her chest
Just bring her a bottle of that syrup, boy
And she’ll take care of the rest.

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7.23.09 (Song Seventeen): I’ll Be There

I actually wrote three separate lyrics today, and this one is the only one with any chance of seeing the light of day.  I thought I’d wind up doing more genre excercises over the course of the month, but this one might be my first, with the possible exception of Psychedelic Santa, which didn’t really wind up being much of a genre excercise after all.

Piano and bass are played on the Yamaha MM-6 keyboard, harmonica played for real.

I’ll Be There

When it’s late at night
and there’s no one around
and silence surrounds you
and the lonely gets loud

You can call on me
When you get scared
Call on my darling
I’ll be there.

Look up in the sky
Look up at that moon
Sometimes don’t it feel
Like it’s looking down on you?


When it’s late at night
and there’s no one around
and silence surrounds you
and the lonely gets loud


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7.22.09 (Song Sixteen): Bachelor

Well, this is another one that lost something on the way to the tape.  I like the concept, and I even think the central idea for each verse is strong, but it would have sounded a lot better with a strict meter.  I just didn’t have the time to edit it, and it shows in my difficulty singing it.  Well, I think there’s a song there, and I’ll be editing a lot of these when the month is over.


You told me you had to go away
out of town on business, for a couple days
I was so excited when we said our farewell
But with you gone, I don’t know what to do with myself.

Won’t you remind me, what I used to do
Back in the days, before I met you
Once upon a time, I was young and immature
But I’ve forgotten how to be a bachelor.

I got all the action movies that you wouldn’t go to see
The Fists of Death and Under Siege and Squad Commander 3
But the sounds of breaking bones and screams could not compare
To the pleasures of watching “You’ve Got Mail” with you there.

A couple days of eating three square meals a day
of microwaved burritos, Mountain Dew and Tangueray
I was good and ready waiting for you to come home
Cause I am not cut out for this living on my own.

Published in: on July 22, 2009 at 9:51 pm  Leave a Comment  
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7.21.09 (Song Fifteen): Cans

This one was not very fun to write.  A good song about Michigan’s bottle return remains my white whale.

(Bring Back the) Cans

The fridge was empty and the cupboard was bare
I checked my wallet, there was nothing there
I flipped the cushions and I checked the couch
Not a penny or a nickel, and so now,

I’ve got to bring back the cans
Bring back the cans
Have you ever been there, when the times demand
That you bring back the cans?

I got ’em all together in some big garbage bags
Loaded up the car til the suspension sagged
I got the soda syrup on me, and I can’t say I was pleased
When I was attacked by a swarm of honey bees

I’ve got to bring back the cans
Bring back the cans
I’ve got the steering wheel sticking to my hand
As I bring back the cans

I filled up a shopping cart with clanking glass and tin
I pushed them to the register and turned them all in
The cashier finished counting, paid it out and off I went
With a pocket full of 4 dollars and 35 cents

I’m bringing back the cans
Bringing back the cans
Is there anything that’s more humiliating than
bringing back the cans.

Published in: on July 22, 2009 at 2:29 am  Leave a Comment  
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7.20.09 (Song Fourteen): Gertrude

This one is about the effects of love on one’s judgment.  One take, guitar and vocal into the Mac mic.


Is there any sound as sweet as when you’re name is spoken?
Is there a melody that can compare?
Your name dances in my head every time that it is is said
And so my love for you I must declare

Gertrude, oh Gertrude,
your name is like music to my ears
Gertrude, oh Gertrude,
It’s the only sound I want to hear.

I’ve known many Jennifers and several Suzannes
I’ve known Natalies and Juliettes
But those weren’t the girls for me, their names were a cacophony
While Gertrude sounds just like a string quartet

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