These things come from I know not where, but they come. I found the whole thing amusing.
Needs piano or some such.
Author: Joel D Canfield
Don’t Love You Anymore
Some people can’t move on because they’re stuck
because they can’t move on
because they’re stuck
like this clown, who thinks it’s her fault.
I wrote the chorus to this as a straight country mandolin song and just couldn’t find this guy’s story. Somehow, realizing it could be gypsy jazz led me to his cluelessness and the story.
Lyrics
you say you would have said yes
but I didn’t ask
you were leaving it up to me
but I wasn’t up to the task
now you say we’re through
and you’re moving on
here’s something I feel I can say
now that you’re gone
don’t love you anymore
don’t love you no less
since you been gone
I thought something might change, I guess
you left me alone
you left me a mess
now that you’re gone
don’t love you anymore
but I can’t love you less
you say you would have been glad
to go places with me
did you ever consider maybe there’s no place
I want to see?
I’m happy right here
I like where I am
you can move on
I’ll be right here
thank you ma’am
don’t love you anymore
don’t love you no less
since you been gone
I thought something might change, I guess
you left me alone
you left me a mess
now that you’re gone
don’t love you anymore
but I can’t love you less
take a break
take your time
you’ll regret a hasty decision
for heaven’s sake
it’s no crime
planning with careful precision
no matter how long it takes . . .
but you say we’re through
and you’re moving on
here’s something I feel I can say
now that you’re gone
don’t love you anymore
don’t love you no less
since you been gone
I thought something might change, I guess
you left me alone
you left me a mess
now that you’re gone
don’t love you anymore
but I can’t love you less
Faster Faster Faster
Not country.
Most of my life my dreams have been about being chased by an unseen pursuer or rushing frantically to get somewhere on time, with life-altering consequences. They are far more disturbing than it sounds. Any time I remember my dreams, I wake up distressed or terrified or terrifically distressed.
Lyrics
Dark breath behind a heavy door
Shadows creep under, spill across the floor
Hair bristles, stomach churns
Knob rattles, slowly turns
Run and run and run and run and run
Late and getting later all the time
Endless steeper stairwell still to climb
Missing pieces left behind
String of memory unwind
Run and run and run and run and run
Heavy boots
Bare feet
Cold dark
Empty street
Knotted fist
Spattered tears
Missed and missed
And years and years
Run and run and run and run and run
Run and run and run and run and run
Run and run and run and run and run
Pale dawn under wooden blinds
Daylight dimly memory unwinds
Tangled sweaty sheets
Every night repeats
Run and run and run and run and run
Gonna Tell You Goodbye
Yeah, I might leave any day now so y’all better watch yerselves.
One Last Sad Song
Part of the chorus got stuck in my head, and then the song wrote itself but it wrote about something a little different from what I had in mind.
Run Away
Driving is one of my therapies. Though Best Beloved knows that every time I do run away, she’s coming along because that’s how it works.
We run away together a lot.
Needs a full band treatment to shine.
If I Was Ten Feet Tall
Sometimes you just don’t feel big enough for the task.
I miss my kids.
Good Ol’ Manly Cry
(Copying some FAWM songs here so I have them all in one place.)
Guess you’ve been gone
Long enough
Cause I’m alright
Only two times that miss you
One’s day, the other’s night
Sunshine reminds me of your hair
In the dark, I almost think you’re there
Think it’s time I sat down and had me
A good old manly cry
Fixed you breakfast
Just this morning
Like I used to do
Perfect bacon and fried potatoes
Scrambled eggs for two
I must have left it there half the day
Then I got mad and threw it all away
Think it’s time I sat down and had me
A good old manly cry
Think it’s time I sat down and told myself
You’re really gone
Think it’s time I sat down and realized
That from now on
Won’t be cooking for two
But I’ll be wondering
What do I do?
Think it’s time I sat down and had me
A good old manly cry
Took a sick day Last week
The boss wondered what was wrong
Whatever it was I mumbled sounded like something
From a whiny country song
I spent
The whole day
Looking out the window at the dust the settled as you drove away
Think it’s time I sat down and had me
A good old manly cry
Think it’s time I sat down and told myself
You’re really gone
Think it’s time I sat down and realized
That from now on
Won’t be cooking for two
But I’ll be wondering
What do I do?
Think it’s time I sat down and had me
A good old manly cry
Guess you’ve been gone
Long enough
Cause I’m alright
Every Happy Love Song
seems like every happy love song sounds the same
them country singers are the ones I blame
I hear those pretty tunes of moons and junes and pretty soon
I’m hoping for a minor key and just a little misery
seems like every happy love song sounds the same
I think those britpop singers are to blame
you know those tears will start so they can rhyme with broken heart
and I’m hoping for a minor key so they’ll politely disagree
seems like every happy love song sounds the same
I’ll bet all those old jazz singers are to blame
you can bet their sorrow will still be around tomorrow
and I’m hoping for a minor key and maybe epic tragedy
why does every dance
involve taking a chance?
amazing that a light
can brighten up the night
and that star
down at the bar
is gonna go far
seems like every happy love song sounds the same
maybe those folky popsters are to blame
do they really think that girl will ever rhyme with world?
and I’m hoping for a minor key and lovers who are absentee
seems like every happy love song sounds the same
I think I know exactly who to blame
I hear those pretty tunes of moons and junes and pretty soon
I’m hoping for a minor key and just a little misery
seems like every happy love song sounds the same
performance notes
D A
G D
E A
asleep fall
a poem
and, overnight, fall
fall the leaves
fall the mercury
fall the crisp carpeting dead to begin the blanket
fall asleep
fall the snow another blanket to hide beneath
to lie beneath
what lies beneath
is falling
asleep
fall the leaves
fall the mercury
fall the crisp carpeting dead to begin the blanket
fall asleep
fall the snow another blanket to hide beneath
to lie beneath
what lies beneath
is falling
asleep
I searched for the word mercury to see if I’d posted this poem here before. I didn’t find it, but I found an amusing bit I wrote about the end of the universe, inspired one morning as I tried not to listen to the feed mill 100 yards up the street from our home in Wisconsin.