Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Song 23: Cell Phone Blues

Another quickie that could use some editing for added puns and possible a third verse (about, well, quickies).

Cell Phone Blues

Intro (3/4): | Dm | Dm | A7 | A7 | Bb7 | A7 | Dm | Dm |
| Gm | Gm | Dm | Dm | Bb7 | Bb7 | A7 | A7 |

Verse: | D | D | D | D7 | G | G#dim | D | B7 | E7 | A7 | D | D |
| B7 | B7 | E7 | E7 | A7 | A7 | D D#dim | E7 A7 |
| B7 | B7 | E7 | E7 | G G#dim | D B7 | E7 A7 | D | D |

This is a song of broken hearts
'Twixt lovers too lonely to part
So take from your pockets your cotton tissues
As we bring you sad tales of intimate issues

I was standing
On the fire escape
Trying to hide
Behind a herringbone drape
While my baby rambled with someone else inside
He wasn't mean, wasn't fresh
Never even got undressed
But as they talked my heart kept beating harder, harder, harder
When she showed him to the door
This realization made me soar:
He might call her cell phone more, but I use her cell phone charger

I was waiting
Under my lady's bed
Listening to
Everything my lady said
To the fellow standing right next to my shoe
Never shouted, always cool
Always playing by the rules
That might be why all his advances came off as nonstarters
When he went off on his way
I jumped out and had to say:
He might call her cell phone more, but I use her cell phone charger

Friday, September 18, 2009

Song 22: Summer Song

This one was long in the making. A fourth verse might come in the future, as the third has no closure to it.

Summer Song

| F | G7 | C7 | F | F | G7 | C7 | F |
| Bbmaj7 | Bbm6 | F | D7 | G7 | C7 | F | Gm7 Gb7 |

It's a blistering, bubbling day
No degree of relief from the shade
As you stagger and sweat to the store
Just to loiter by the freezer door
But you can't stay too long
So you're singing your summer song
And feeling very red and blue today

Frieman Square is our own swimming hole
It's just the way that we roll
Splishing and sploshing along
Until we crave coney dogs
The sun beats down Main Street
A steady pulse of city heat
That robs your motivation and control

Riding bikes til the hour is ten
And off to the Rail once again
Inside is a packed sweating stew
Out back a hipster petting zoo
Feeling that urge to roam
To any old where but home
Or any of the places that you've been

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Song 21: My Dear So-And-So

Nothing to say.

My Dear So-And-So

A: | A | A | A | A7 | D | D#dim | A | F#7 | B7 | E7 | A E7 | A E7 |

B: | F#m | C#7 | F#m | F#7 | B7 | B7 | E7 | E7 |
| A | A | A | F#7 | B7 | E7 | A E7 | A E7 |

My dear so-and-so
I thought I saw you yesterday
Pushing about the riverside drinking
Watery lemonade
With her
Oh yes, with her

My dear could've-been
I'm glad it went down your damn way
Sneaking around your old haunts cheatin'
Til I found out that day
It was her
It always was her

But I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
When I saw that baby carriage
I knew our love just had to die

My dear nobody
You know it was never meant to be
Cause you never would've had that ugly baby with me