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There was one thing on my mind when I wrote this song.

I wanted to get in the line, "Get down, baby, get out tonight" -- in something that couldn't be mistaken for a party song.

And I think I nailed that aspect. No one will party to this song and if they do, well, I'm not responsible.

I was thinking about this song after the fact and realized that it fits nicely into my plans to re-invent myself as a bitter old has been. As opposed, you know, to a bitter old never was. It's probably a minor distinction to most folks, I suppose, but I think my brothers and sisters in the music biz will appreciate it. At any rate, I have a song, Tell All the Kids, that's specifically about my fall from grace. Or the fall from grace I never had. But, anyhow, that ain't this song.

So, as this song spilled out not quite a decade ago, I realized I was telling its story from the point of view of some imaginary, long-suffering rockstar, addressing, for what he evidently hopes is the last time, his histrionic, soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend as she pursues a theatrically anguished voguing session attop the retaining wall of his penthouse terrace.

Get down, baby.


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Paperback
AKA Get Down Baby (Get Out Tonight)

Everywhere it sez you love me
but ya never read the truth
'cause when I look into your eyes
I can see who's getting screwed

Get down, baby. Get packed,
get out tonight.
You're gone, baby,
that's right you heard me right.

A secret's not a secret
unless it has been told
our private life's not really ours
until all the rights are sold.

Get down, baby...


you will get some mileage
from that small town trollop trip
but the journey's strictly one way, babe
and heavenward ain't it

Get down, baby...


history will tell us
all about the truth
until that time I'll do fine
your quickie paperback will do

Get down, baby...
get packed, get out tonight
you're gone
baby
that's right
you heard me right

3/10/96

(C) 2005, TK Major