Blog-A-Song 09

Look At How Cute You Are

Is it about a woman? Is it about a cat? It's strangely appropriate for either.



Lyrics

Look at how cute you are
do you even know it
I bet you don't even know it

when you walk into the room
all eyes are on you
but you just try to hide

i really hate you sometimes
do you even know it
i bet you don't even know it

when you ignore me
can't you see
you're driving me mad

can't stand the way you whine
do you even know it
i bet you don't even know it

when i talk to you
am i getting through
you just stare at me

look at how cute you are
do you even know it
i bet you don't even know it

but you run from me
everytime it seems
i want to get close to you

Blog-A-Song 08

Successful People

I've been playing a lot of other people's music lately, which partially inspired this song. The rest of the inspiration comes from the soul crushing depression and jealousy that comes from seeing other people succeed.



Lyrics:

successful people have great hair
successful people wear silk underwear
successful people have nice teeth
successful people don't eat beef

successful people have lots of money
successful people have personality
successful people have lots of time
successful people know how to rhyme

look at all the regular people
going to their regular jobs
they've given up on their dreams
and still they seem
happy

successful people drive fast cars
successful people drink in martini bars
successful people wear dress shirts
successful people never have their feelings hurt

look at all the regular people
going to their regular jobs
they've given up on their dreams
and still they seem
happy

successful people are arrogant
successful people have no talent
successful people have lots of luck
successful people, go take a flying...

duck


In case you are wondering, the chorus to this song is lifted directly from the greatest animated show that never got a chance.

Blog-A-Song 07

Play With Fire by The Rolling Stones

Sometimes I really hate the Rolling Stones. Sometimes I really love them. This is a song that I love.



Lyrics

Well you got your diamonds
and you got your pretty clothes
and the chauffeur drives your car
you let everybody know

Don't play with me cause you're playing with fire

Your mother, she's an heiress
she owns a block in St. John's wood
and you're father'd be there with her
if only he could

Don't play with me cause you're playing with fire

your old man took her diamonds
and tiaras by the score
now she gets her kicks in Stepney
not in Knight's Bridge anymore

Don't play with me cause you're playing with fire

Now you got some diamonds
and you will add some others
but you better watch your step girl
or start living with your mother

Don't play with me cause you're playing with fire
Don't play with me cause you're playing with fire

Blog-A-Song 06

A Four Legged Friend - written by Roy Rogers




Lyrics:

A four legged friend, a four legged friend
he'll never let you down
he's honest and faithful right up to the end
that wonderful one, two, three, four legged friend

A woman's like cactus and cactus can hurt
'Cause she's just a tight waisted winky eyed flirt
She'll soon have your land and your pride and your gold
And bury you deep long before you grow old

Who carries your burden?
Who carries your load?
On tumbleweed land or a long dusty road?
Who asks you no questions?
Who tells you no lies?
That four legged friend with the two honest eyes

Blog-A-Song 05

Hey Hey, My My - written by Neil Young

My loop station has been on the fritz, but I squeezed this song out of it. This might be my favorite song by Neil Young.



The lyrics as sung by me:

Hey hey, my my
Rock and Roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye
Hey hey, my my

You're out of the blue and into the black
You pay for this but they give you that
Once you're gone
You ain't never coming back
You're out of the blue and into the black

The king is gone but he's not forgotten
This is the story of Johnny Rotten
It's better to burn out
Rust never sleeps
The king is gone but he's not forgotten

Hey hey, my my
Rock and Roll can never die
It's better to burn out
Rust never sleeps

Blog-A-Song 04

Side of the Road

Beats created in Acoustica Beatcraft and played through an RC2 Loop Station.



Lyrics:

Every time it makes me so mad
When people tell me that there's not a girl to have
Every time it makes me insane
When people tell me that you got to play the game

But there's a girl by the side of the road
Should I pick her up or just let her go go

There's a girl, she looks like a hitch hiker
There's a girl and I think I might like her
There's a girl and I guess she's kind of cute
There's a girl but she's just a prostitute

There's a girl by the side of the road
Should I pick her up or just let her go go

Blog-A-Song 03

Somebody Buy Him A Beer

Blog-A-Song 02

Gaston




I did not write this song. Here are the lyrics.

Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston
Looking so down in the dumps
Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston
Even when taking your lumps
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're ev'ryone's favorite guy
Ev'ryone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why

No one's slick as Gaston
No one's quick as Gaston
No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston
For there's no man in town half as manly
Perfect, a pure paragon
You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley
And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on

No one's been like Gaston
A king pin like Gaston
No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston
As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating
My- what a guy, that Gaston

Give five "hurrahs!"
Give twelve "hip-hips!"
Gaston is the best
And the rest is all drips

No one fights like Gaston
Douses lights like Gaston
In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston
For there's no one as burly and brawny
As you see I've got biceps to spare
Not a bit of him's scraggly or scrawny
And ev'ry last inch of me's covered with hair

No one hits like Gaston
Matches wits like Gaston
In a spitting match nobody spits like Gaston
I'm especially good at expectorating
(Ptooey!)
Ten points for Gaston!

When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs
Ev'ry morning to help me get large
And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs
So I'm roughly the size of a barge

No one shoots like Gaston
Makes those beauts like Gaston
Then goes tromping around wearing boots like Gaston
I use antlers in all of my decorating
Say it again
Who's a man among men?
And then say it once more
Who's the hero next door?
Who's a super success?
Don't you know? Can't you guess?
Ask his fans and his five hangers-on
There's just one guy in town who's got all of it down
And his name

is

Gaston!

Blog-A-Song 01

I'm going to post videos of songs I write. This is a folksy song called I Got Mad at Someone on the Internet.




I don't know what I was trying to do with my voice but now you're stuck with it.