I am starting to impress myself with this burst of creativity that has led me to write seven original songs after a span of thirty years or so, but what really impressed me was these are good songs.
I’ve always been OK as a lyricist, but my music structure is so much more polished after fifty-five years of playing both solo, and in bands.
I love the total control you have when you are playing out as a solo act. No missed practices, no debates, no drama.
Music.
But the power of bass, drums, and lead guitar are too seductive.
This is my latest song and it is a little “pop” sounding, but that bad rep also carries financial possibilities. I just want to play and put out as many of my originals before I call it a day.
I will post a rough recording in tomorrow’s blog with just me on the acoustic; I still have to teach the band.
Lovers and Players
Baby it’s cold outside
But it’s hotter than hell in here
I’m trying to find a way
To make it all disappear
We started out just fine
And then you told me
That you were meant to be alone
And I was just another one
In a long line of your
Lovers and Players, dreamers and boys
Just another one of your toys
And I know you think
You know where it’s at
I thought I taught you better than that
Ah, what’s the difference?
You never listen anyway
Baby it’s hot outside
But it’s freezing in your heart
Seems like everyone but me
Thinks that I should have known
From the start
And then you told me
That you were meant to be alone
And I was just another one
In a long line of your
Lovers and Players, dreamers and boys
Just another one of your toys
Ah, what’s the difference?
You never listen anyway
Baby let’s stay inside
Let the fire keep us warm
Girl I swear to you
I’ll protect you from all harm
We started out just fine
And then you told me
That you were meant to be alone
And I was just another one
In a long line of your
Lovers and Players, dreamers and boys
Just another one of your toys
Ah, what’s the difference?
You never listen anyway
Stay well.
