Category: song

Ordinary posts about a song

Faster Faster Faster

Posted on by Joel D Canfield

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

Good Ol’ Manly Cry

Posted on by Joel D Canfield

(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

Posted on by Joel D Canfield

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

Strikes

Posted on by Joel D Canfield

Great big storm behind the mountain
See a flash, start counting
Feel the fire, crackling breeze
Thunder rumbles right up to your knees
Lightning

Flash so bright you lose the sky
Feels like Armageddon’s nigh
Push down, move faster
Driving down the throat of disaster
Lightning

High voltage electrical whine
Into my ears through the telephone line
I hear the words, feel the frisson
You talked, I didn’t listen
Lightning

Tires rip the dark wet road
Under-thinking overload
A hundred miles in nothing flat
Never let you go like that
Lightning

Great big storm behind the mountain
Thunder rumbles right to your knees
Great big storm behind the mountain
Thunder rumbles right to your knees
Great big storm behind the mountain
Thunder rumbles right to your knees
Great big storm behind the mountain
Thunder rumbles right to your knees
Lightning

The Time Between

Posted on by Joel D Canfield

someone else I know died and this one sort of forced itself out

I don’t believe in any angel of death
Don’t believe in any great Grim Reaping
I know it comes to us all
But I believe what some folks call
Eternity ain’t forever, they’re only sleeping

I don’t believe in Fates snipping threads
I don’t believe your time has gotta come
If it was set at birth
What’s living worth?
That’d be unfair to the smart, too kind to the dumb

I made a choice to write and sing this song
And you can choose to listen
Or even sing along
We’re making our own way
Every day
Doing what’s right
And knowing what’s wrong

Songs like this sorta make you squirm
No one likes to talk about the end
Hey, I’m with you
I’m uncomfortable too
And we’ll both get through it talking friend to friend

I made a choice to write and sing this song
And you can choose to listen
Or even sing along
We’re making our own way
Every day
Doing what’s right
And knowing what’s wrong

We’ve all lost someone we love, and we miss ’em
The hole some people leave is surreal
While I’m done singing this rhyme
You ought to take the time
To tell the folks you love the way you feel

I made a choice to write and sing this song
And you can choose to listen
Or even sing along
We’re making our own way
Every day
Doing what’s right
And knowing what’s wrong

Maricopa

Posted on by Joel D Canfield

this one wrote itself

ABQ

Leaving Maricopa in a cloud of dust
Ain’t nobody back there gonna follow us
They can stay right there ’cause we ain’t done nothin’ wrong
And we’ll be in Albuquerque by the time they know we’re gone

Leaving Maricopa in a borrowed car
I know we said we wouldn’t have to go that far
But she’ll be busy hanging out with her friends down at the salon
And we’ll be in Albuquerque by the time they know we’re gone

Leaving Maricopa at the speed of night
Had to take the car, couldn’t catch a flight
Heading east on 40 face-first into the dawn
And we’ll be in Albuquerque by the time they know we’re gone

We’ll go to Babylon
Maybe the Amazon
We’ll run this marathon
Up to Saskatchewan
Maybe we’ll go to St. Louis and see that big mastodon
Right now we’ll be in Albuquerque by the time they know we’re gone

Leaving Maricopa in a cloud of dust
Smelling like grease and looking like rust
Tomorrow I’ll be dressed up in silk and you’ll be in chiffon
And we’ll be in Albuquerque by the time they know we’re gone