Mr. Nice Guy

I see you with your back up against the wall,
a guy eyes you up, you pretend to be enthralled,
he pretends to be interested in your necklace, that’s on the checklist,
You walk away and pretend to get a phonecall.

I don’t care about other guys, you get them all the time,
Looking for any way to get under your blouse and back to his house,
All I’m looking for is a nice night and a good time,
and a phone number, I wonder.

Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
I’ll take you out to dinner and make you smile,
Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
You give me a minute, I’ll take you a mile.

Hours pass and the party slows down,
you caught me multiple time staring at the curves hidden under your evening gown,
It doesn’t leave much up to the imagination,
Contemplating conversation, translating my fixation.

Hi there, I say, completely lacking any style or grace
I’ve been meaning to speak to you all this time, but I felt out of place,
I thought I’d lose my words, when I looked you in the eye,
I said I like your necklace, that’s on the checklist, she just smiles.

Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
I’ll take you out to dinner and make you smile,
Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
You give me a minute, I’ll take you a mile.

All the boys and their fancy cars,
slicked back hair, clubs and bars,
All the girls and their short dresses,
crying once, learning lessons,
All the tears and all the sorrow,
remembered once, forget tomorrow,
I’m not your type.

Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
I’ll take you out to dinner and make you smile,
Hi, I’m Mr. Nice Guy,
You give me a minute, I’ll take you a mile.

I ain’t a rapper, I don’t pretend to be one,
I ain’t a player, I haven’t even seen one,
I don’t explore the local habitat,
I’ll be chilling in the back where the drinks and the chat’s at,
All I’m looking for here is a good time,
Make the girls laugh and I ain’t even trying,
It all comes naturally, no going to the gym, not a bulked up monkey,
I’m not choosing my words, I’m not playing any games,
I’m having conversation, doesn’t that sound insane,
When I ask you how you are, I’m asking,
when I ask about your necklace, I think it’s fantastic
I’m not going round here, iced tea instead of beer,
And I’m not not messing with your head, to g-g-g-get you b-b-ack to bed,
Did I stutter? I think I did,
Cos guys think I’m scared cos I don’t try to stick it in,
As I twirl my moustache, I wonder why,
what ever happened to Mr. Nice Guy?

This song is fairly self explanatory. LADIES? ~~~~~~

Jump

So what if I sat in the waiting room
I’d gladly tip my hat, to the closest person
but there was no one around to take my number.
I was wringing my hands, in anticipation
Oh, what I can’t stand, is my agitation,
trepidation at at the plastic seats that snake around.
but don’t panic, I can’t stand it, can’t make a sound.

So what if I stood, in the conversation,
I think that I could, be quite engaging,
Your faces turn to stone and I turn away to face myself alone.
I thought that there was, a bit of a tension,
But all that I found was that it was my own invention.
You turned your face away and you turned me down,
I can’t remember it happening, my mind is bound.

Why is it fear that holds me back,
Not the water that lies beneath,
I can’t find the strength to me go,
Ah, ah, okay, jump!

Jump,
Jump,
Jump, even though it might be wrong.

I always will have, some lamentations
and I always will, raise expectations,
but you will despise more if you didn’t try.
I thought there was, a bit of tension,
But all that I found was that it was my own invention,
but if I didn’t lean in she would never have known my intention,
sorry is better to be than in a lifetime of wondering.

Jump,
Jump,
Jump, even though it might be wrong.

You can hold your breath,
you can close your eyes.

Jump,
Jump,
Jump, even though it might be wrong.

This song is about facing self doubt of all kinds. I wrote it because I was spending time suffering because I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Of course self doubt comes up in all sorts of small areas, and if you can change the small things, it makes a big difference. This song helped me face my insecurities and doubts, something I have far too many of, and well, when it says ‘even though it might be wrong’, yeah, it was wrong. But you know, I’m not sitting here writing about I didn’t do it and how it’s still eating me up on the inside.

I wrote some lines with the expectation of what I thought would happen, and maybe I overthought it so much that I brilliantly estimated it:

I thought there was, a bit of tension,
But all that I found was that it was my own invention,
but if I didn’t lean in she would never have known my intention,
sorry is better to be than in a lifetime of wondering.

I like how I summed it up. Better to be sorry than safe.

I didn’t find the girl this time, but I will if I keep at it.

The Cycle

I think I have done something wrong.

Another summer, another you,
I’ll kiss someone else and forget all about you.
Less of a boyfriend and more of a crutch,
I’m walking with a twinge as it is,
was falling down just to keep you up.

Seen me struggle but never seen me fall.
but for you, I would.
You’re on my mind, and my to do list, and I can’t get you off either one, and you can’t get me up off of my knees,

And I’ll tell you something, I’ll tell you something,
for the first time in my life I am sure,
about someone, she wears the suits and runs it all, she’s my entrepreneur.

I wish you were my new enterprise,
but you’re too focussed to avert your eyes,
I would buy all of your shares, if you gave me just a little attention away from your business invention,
It’s all all about supply and demand,
I know, I had a lemonade stand,
And if we’re sticking with conventions, you are the key demographic, of my heart’s organisation, and I’m lacking innovation.

And I’ll tell you something, I’ll tell you something,
for the first time in my life I am sure,
about someone, she wears the suits and runs it all, she’s my entrepreneur.

I think I have done something wrong
I played the game and I finally won.
She is a mess just like the rest,
You pulled the trigger, I held the gun.

Another summer, another you,
I’ll kiss someone else and forget all about you.
Less of a boyfriend and more of a crutch,
I’m walking with a twinge as it is,
was falling down just to keep you up.

And I’ll tell you something, I’ll tell you something,
for the first time in my life I am certain,
about everyone, we can try, we will end up with the love of our lives, but it’ll take a while.

This song is about something I didn’t discover, but was a student and observer of. The song’s called The Cycle not because it’s catchy (because it’s not), but because it begins with the end of a relationship and getting over someone, then moves on to talk about a new girl, who he courts, gets into a relationship and then finds out she’s not the one either.
Pretty simple concept, people often go through tens of relationships before they find the one, some try to make stuff stick even though it’s not working, some find it first time, some fuck their whole lives by doing it wrong. The Cycle is what we all go around until we find someone to keep, and the song ends on that high note, saying that we’ll all end up with the loves of our lives, it’ll just take a while.

I am the obvious exception to the rule, being destined to rot alone.

ha.

but seriously.

Dear Mr. Watson

My dear Mr. Watson,
cases crack and they close,
but how will they unravel
if we can’t find the bones?
There’s holes in the ceiling,
blood on the floor,
fingerprints on the window,
but who for?

‘Tis a mystery indeed,
moustache twirling and a jacket of tweed.

So my dear Mr. Watson,
I’m afraid it can’t be solved,
I cannot twist and turn the clues with with my magnifying glass,
Maybe I’m too old, no I say

The man has gone insane,
The sort of insane that you snort in cocaine.

It’s time for you to go back home,
Hang up the boots, hang up the coats,
It’s time for me to take over,
No more will I take, no more, no more.

My dear Mr. Holmes,
how does it feel to be under sherlock and key?
I can only imagine the heat from the eyes that you get from the crims that you put inside,
The burn of the pain and the plain of the walls,
Solitary confinement in a single phonecall.

It’s time for you to go back home,
Hang up the boots, hang up the coats,
It’s time for me to take over,
No more will I take, no more, no more.

On the outside it’s much the same,
but the phonecall they make is answered in my name.

It’s time for you to go back home,
Hang up the boots, hang up the coats,
It’s time for me to take over,
No more will I take, no more, no more.

This song is stupid. I don’t say that about many of my songs, though Horizontal Verticality trumps this probably.

It’s about Sherlock Holmes being unable to solve a case because he’s coked out all the time, so Watson gives away his secret and Holmes goes to jail for drug possession (I assume, I wasn’t there) and Watson takes over the business.

Dumbest. Not meaning to say it’s a bad song. I think it’s rather good.

Fall Back

Seems like matchsticks glued by the bottom,
but it’s a beautiful disguise,
seems like a crumbling of cookie dust,
not as tasty, but it’s better for you.

You can pack it up,
put it in your pocket,
glue tab a to tab b and see.

It’s only a dream,
fall back and you’ll see
escape your dark mind,
escape to the light side.
It’s real enough when you’re here,
and too good to believe when you leave.

Fall in love with a face you’ve never seen,
search years to find the bridge to bridge between,
why try to be aware,
you’re a theatre of one.

You can pack it up,
put it in your pocket,
glue tab a to tab b and see.

It’s only a dream,
fall back and you’ll see
escape your dark mind,
escape to the light side.
It’s real enough when you’re here,
and too good to believe when you leave.

First song I ever wrote in an open tuning, Open D if you’re curious. This song I wrote super quick and it’s super simple. Whenever I seem to want to write a song about nothing, or have no focus or inspiration, I always come back to dreams, because you can frame anything in the context of a dream. Everything that you want to happen or everything you don’t. Impossibilities. They’re all normal in dreams.

When we’re asleep, we’re not effected by life, and all of our flaws and all of our hatreds and doubts and fears go away. We fall back into something purer. Obviously in this song I don’t describe it well, and the lyrics are frankly terrible, but it passed the time.

Go For It (Break Down)

I blow a kiss to you, it gets lost on the breeze,
You can’t manage the thought of my energy,
His resolution to conquer the human need,
exactly the same as I’ve always considered your greed.

Isn’t she convenient? You’re fishing for her friends,
But luck always works for you, that’s where your doubt should end,
I don’t love you any more or less,
But I should if I can handle this mess.

Go for it, I’ll be standing here,
Go for it, but I won’t break down if it breaks down.

You have kept me waiting for a long, long time,
You didn’t tell me to, I decided what to do.
I thought you’d come around, they always do, usually,
But you stumble for him the same way that I do you.

Isn’t he so pretty, see your reflection in his smile.
I would do the same in your position, I don’t know why I try.
But give my hand the benefit of holding yours, just until I fool myself,
I’m not worth it, but I’m trying, I’m trying.

Go for it, I’ll be standing here,
Go for it, but I won’t break down if it breaks down.

Go for it, I’ll be standing here,
Go for it, but I won’t break down if it breaks down.

Because no-one ever reads this blog, this will be ‘lost on the breeze.’
While quite irrelevant now, when I wrote this song, it was probably the most truthful and heartfelt and accurate to describing my feelings as I possibly could write. I was and still am really proud of the song. I recorded a version on the iPad which no-one’ll probably ever hear. Because it’s a personal song, you may ask what it’s about, and to that I say that it doesn’t matter to you. Like I said, it’s irrelevant now, but it doesn’t mean it wouldn’t have an effect. Let’s say it’s just poetic bullshit for now, shall we?

untitled (today)

Ummm, yeah, so.. I just wrote this.

It’s a little more poetic, but beyond the fine layer of poetic cock is the same insecure, longing bullshit that I’ve always written about.

I hope you enjoy it.

Trapped in between too much of a good thing.
Can’t decide, where my odds are best aligned,

You wouldn’t notice if it was written on the sun,
It’s too bright, too obvious, you run.
You wouldn’t notice if it was written on the sun,
It’s too bright, too obvious, you run.

Trip to break the conceptions, the snake that’s in your mind,
Forked wisdom in the glove, spitting out the barrel of
All the fun you’ve seen, and the fortunes that have been,
Fade away, into the shadows of the day.

Misuse the prickling of skin, the convenience of touch,
The advance of the game, or the surety of trust,
The basis of the emotions, the comfort of devotion,
A flame that in disguise, is fooling me with lies.

You, captured in, a web of truth and trust that I dare not tiptoe in,
A medley of melodies yet to play, not today, where’s the line, I have passed it in jest,
pulling the cover over my eyes, I sleep to await a signal within a dream that we shall find,
A suggestion in our words, or the fortune in our verbs, that could break him, but who needs to know, who’s to judge, no-one, it’s imagination.

(dedicated to Pat, because he wanted something to be.)

Disappear (13/3/11)

New song. Here you go.

Can’t post a message to myself but I have to get it off the iPhone somehow. Hope you understand.

Choked up, the streetlights are reminders that I’m still walking,
it’s not happening, a waste of teenage frustration
Save my breath for fear of intensity, I didn’t think
Changing me won’t change what they see.

Choked up in silence as the eyes cast their sullen looks upon me,
Now I wonder why my brain takes over,
Facing west, the cigarette joins the burns that are left,
Making tracks from space to disappear.
Want to disappear.

The concrete jigsaw throws tears into the street,
They scratch discreet reminders into the dreamcatchers never to be seen,
Stars block the clouds from breaking down with tears,
Look up now, that’s the only way from here.

Serious the weight of your world,
Rickety the boat keeping it afloat,
Children drawing lines in the wet sand,
Naivety is the cheapest form of anesthesia.

Stars block the clouds from breaking down with tears,
Look up now, that’s the only way from here.
To disappear.

Hopefully Soon (26/2/11)

Cooped up in my room,
Full of darkness and gloom,
can’t be missing the sun
If the curtains aren’t pulled.

Sitting at my desk,
Drawing stick men with a ballpoint pen,
They never turn out well,
But I guess I’ll never tell myself.

Eating breakfast every meal,
Sandwiches are too much of an ordeal,
Feeling lazy and sad,
Too lax to break the loop.

Want to get myself
Away from my brain,
Never hear the voice again
Want to get myself,
Out of this room,
Hopefully soon.

Waiting for a phone call
Knowing it’ll never ring
What a social butterfly I am
In a box on a stick.

Staring at instructions,
Not for practical application,
When you’re at a miss,
Every word’s a temptation.

Least when I dream,
I am doing something.
And while it don’t make sense
The sheep jump over the fence.

Want to get myself
Away from my brain,
Never hear the voice again
Want to get myself,
Out of this room,
Hopefully soon.

It’s a simple song about being bored and lazy and sad and feeling shitty, but I hope I give it a funny or happy twist. This weekend I wasn’t invited anywhere to do anything with anybody, and in return didn’t want to initiate going out or doing anything, so instead, I got sad and wrote this song. Erin says it’s one of her favorite songs that I’ve played to her, so if that’s any indicator, maybe it’s going somewhere.

Anybody Ever Again (19/2/11)

Hi, I’d like to apply for the available position
For being nobody twenty four hours of the day
To melt into the walls, to forever hold my breath.
Never breathe on a window to send an SOS,
Never laugh when there is laughter never cry when there is pain,
No sir, I never want to be anybody ever again.

I would like to be soluble, if that’s at all possible,
A ghost by any other name, if I had one,
I don’t want to missing, just to disappear without a trace
No one could remember my face
Don’t want to be a hero or set an example
Don’t want people to mourn or light any candles,
I’m better off as a whisper, repeating back your echoes.

Yeah, I started this song with the intent of writing some ghostly type lyrics, then I got the idea of a guy applying for a job for a ghost, to just enjoy his life, to be forgotten but still exist. I think it’s a cool concept, but it just turned out too sad and serious. I always want to just start a new verse and liven it up just a little, but sometimes songs just stay where they should, and this one is not one of mine.