Saturday, April 15, 2006

Semi-Wet Noodle [instrumental]

Filler?

Nature abores a vaccuum. Fill 'er up.

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solo acoustic guitar improvisation

Friday, April 14, 2006

Don't Let Dee Dee Dog You Around... Again

Don't Let Dee Dee Dog You Around

Another mythic she creature... half-goddess, half-vampire, and all woman... No, wait, that was Sister Monica at St Anne's. I didn't go there, but I heard all about her from the my pal, who went there.

No, the Dee Dee of this song is the queen of the strip mall vamps. Beyond floozy. Beyond tramp or trollop...

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Don't Let Dee Dee Dog You 'Round

Don't let Dee Dee dog you 'round
If you knew her old tricks you'd haul yer bones outta town
Let me share the wisdom that the pack has found
don't let Dee Dee -- dog you 'round

You're new round here
so let me clue you in
there's a firestorm of trouble
you're about to jump in
her name is Deborah Dale
won't wanna hear that again
'Cause Dee Dee means danger -- and damnable sin

We all 'round here we've seen it before
we pretty much know what you've got in store
she'll rip out your heart and tear up your soul
there ain't a man here in town that she can't control
--all the same, we all love Deborah Dale


In the trailer parks
and the liquor stores
in the strip mall lounges
'midst the strip mall mores
one light shines above all the rest
its the same flame that draws
the moths to their deaths

Don't let Dee Dee...

A fool and his money are soon famous round here
and the vampires have radar for a fool full of beer
most suck out your money then they leave you alone
but Dee Dee don't stop til she's drained out your soul

We all 'round here we've seen it before
we pretty much know what you've got in store
she'll rip out your heart and tear up your soul
there ain't a man here in town that she can't control
--all the same, we all love Deborah Dale

Don't let Dee Dee dog you 'round
If you knew her old tricks you'd haul yer bones outta town
Let me share the wisdom that the pack has found
don't let Dee Dee -- dog you 'round.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Fading Away in California

A Year of Songs Debut
Fading Away in California

There was a period when I was damn glad to have a job in a gas station in a gritty, dangerous, inner city neighborhood. One week, there were three killings on the block, two of them in the squat next to the station.

Needless, perhaps, to say, I met a lot of interesting folks from many cultures -- if not all socioeconomic strata.

I was hanging on by my fingernails but at least I had a roof over my head and a car and an old guitar.

A lot of the folks around me weren't so lucky.

It was an era that got under my skin in funny ways and opened up my suburban-bred thought processes enough that I found myself exploring the milieu in my imagination and ultimately in my music.

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When I look back on my life
to see what's comin' next
All I see is more unpaid bills
more bad checks and auto wrecks

Won't someone help me please
Jesus, get my feet back in the right tracks
won't someone help me please
Can't everyone see that this wasn't supposed to
happen to me

I'd be fadin' away
in the smoggy sun of Californ-i-a
If I had my Way
If I had my way

But this place got a hold on me
tighter than Alcatraz
and it ain't got half the charm
that I've heard that Alcatraz has

My teeth are fallin' out
and my liver's going bad
my wife's gained 500 pounds
and my daughter has been had

by every two bit piece of scum
in a low life rat bag town
that's known for its loser
but then as my wife tells me every night as she
crawls in bed next to me
honey

beggars can't be choosers
we're just natural born losers
we've been losing since the day we were born
we'll be losing til the day we die

some of us was born to win
and others just to wonder why

beggars can't be choosers...


Won't someone help me please
Jesus, get my feet back in the right tracks
won't someone help me please
Can't everyone see that this wasn't supposed to
happen to me

I'd be fadin' away
in the smoggy sun of Californ-i-a
If I had my Way
If I had my way

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

19 days on the road...

Must catch up... no time to chat now...

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19 Days

Wake up pretty baby tell me what the
hell is going on ... I been
on the road for 19 days
and you act like I ain't been gone

I been thinkin' 'bout the days
when we thought our love was true
[but] I been thinking my forever
might be better off without you

Driving 16 hours a day
gives you lots of time to think
I been thinking bout a lot of things
that could drive ya to the brink

I been thinkin' 'bout the days...

the truck stop sign is flashing
through the window of the cab
I wake up sweating
from that same old dream I have

I been dreamin' 'bout the days...

the little church was quiet
on a Tuesday afternoon
I sat and thought about us
until I knew what I had to do

(C)1998, TK Major

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Mouse's Waltz

I'm late. I'm late. I'm late. For a very... ah, never mind. And, besides, that was the damn rabbit, not the mouse.

If the song below strikes you as inconsequential, sloppy even by the hyper-relaxed standards of A Year of Songs, and smacking strongly of being a hastily thrown together filler, I'm thinking you're not as dumb as I look.

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I apologize for technical and personal scheduling difficulties which have been interfering with my regular musical posts. In addition to my own schedule issues, it appears that my media hosts have been experiencing some recurring difficulties which have prevented uploads.

Thank you for your patience and understanding.


Topical Limerick...

There was an apparatchik named McClellan
who didn't have much in his melon
For this Prez he seemed suited
but in a fake shakeup was booted
Still -- he might just end up a felon

Monday, April 10, 2006

It's Saturday night, Michelle

Michelle... it's Saturday night, Michelle...

Ma Bell is back...

After the Reagan administration broke oup the (once government sanctioned) AT&T telephone monopoly (to "lower telephone costs"... back then my phone bill was about $7 a month) it split up into pieces and then the Texas based piece started buying up the other pieces and now the Texas based piece IS AT&T... in name if not in spirit. A lot of money changed hands, if nothing else. Must have benefitted someone. You'd think.

Anyhow, what with AT&T back in the news I'm hoping I might not have to explain the bad pun that drives this song. That said, there's a bit of an autobiographical element to it... not that I sat home alone nights while my gay friends were out having a swell time but rather that I did work as a temp for a regional Bell, working long hours for a few intense weeks, and not only observed the peculiar dynamic of a workplace that was about 2/3 straight women and 1/3 unstraight men but heard more than a few women lamenting the unavailability of the sharp-dressing, well-turned young men. (As one of only several straight men, I thought I would clean up. But it's harder to compete against them pretty boys than a good ol' boy like me might imagine... )

Anyway, as I pointed out in the first posting of this song, it was written as part of my 1996 project, The Barista Cycle. That project revolved around songs written using the names of the current distaff staff of my favorite coffee shop. The songs were pointedly not intended to be about their namesakes. Still, fate provided a bit of resonance: the real Michelle eventually left the coffeeshop to become... an airline stewardess. And one of her best friends when last we talked was a handsome young male coworker...

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Michelle (It's Easy to Be Sad)

Michelle
Ma Bell was such a strange career choice
I know you did it to be around all them pretty boys
but I'm afraid you will never be annoyed
by smooth operators down in the break room
they've all got something else to do

Michelle
Ma bell was no place to meet boys
all the best they're all just someone else's toys
all of the strut and all of the noise
all the clothes and all the poise
they've all got something else to do
Michelle

It's a saturday night michelle
It's a saturday night michelle
It's a saturday night michelle
And when Monday morning comes around
You know you'll hear how it all went down
and you know how it'll make you feel
the same old loneseome way
It's easy to be sad
when all your boyfriends are gay

(C)1996, TK Major

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Sayanora, baby... auf weidersen... [Hasta la Vista, m'Cheri]

Saynora, baby... auf weidersen...


Long ago (but not necessarily far away) I went out with an extremely intelligent, talented young woman who was, at the time, even more troubled than I was.

I was having difficulty "committing" to a serious relationship with her (Me? No way... ) and she talked me into seeing a relationship counsellor with the notion that he could counsel me around my aversion.

After spending several sessions laying out the ground rules that my drinking was off-limits ("Hello, my name is TK, I'm an alcoholic and that's the last we'll have of that. Let's move on to why I can't commit to a steady relationship, thankyavurrymuch...") we settled into a somewhat labored probing of my psyche -- or at least the public areas.

Eventually, after I'd laid out my feelings of interpersonal claustrophobia and we'd probed the wreckage of a recent, stormy two year relationship (with a side trip or two to my turbulent home life as a youth -- much of it surely due to my own mercurial mood shifts and borderline Aspergerian monomanias) he finally looked me in the eye and said:

"Well, what do you think you should do? Compassion, guilt, sentiment aside. If you were giving hard-headed advice to a friend in your position -- if you were me -- what would you say?"

And I thought about it. Not like I didn't know the answer. I'd just never said it out loud or really even rolled it over in my head.

"Well... I guess I'd tell him to break off the relationship gently but firmly and try to heal his own wounds."

And he looked at me intently for a while until he made sure I got the point of my own words.

And then he said, "Now if you ever want to talk about that drinking..."


So, being the tower of personal stength and integrity that longtime AYoS readers know me to be... [ahem] ... I found myself saying: "Well, honey [I didn't call her honey -- I NEVER used endearments like that which is probably why I'm always drawn to using them in my songs -TK]... well, honey, the Doc gave me some advice... he suggested that we ought to break up. Y'know it tears me up..."

Yeah. I was a huge coward. But this relationship really did scare me. Pondering it was like staring into a place I knew my gaze would never pierce... a place I could never understand.


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There are many tips o' the tam to favorite bands in this song... Sparks, Joy Division, a number of country writers...

PS: Yes... I know that AYoS is a week behind... maybe you'd like to come up here and lend a hand, huh? Really, I'm gonna catch up... there's plenty more droney songs about whiney losers where these came from...


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Hasta la Vista m' Cheri

I'm sorry I have to go
but I thought you might like to know
it's not my heart
that made us part
I'm just leaving cause I have to go

Sometimes love tears us apart
sometimes it's best not to start
but sometimes you find
that love's truly blind
and usually you're just not too smart


So it's: "Hasta la vista m' cheri,"
It's just another way to say "Ciao, Baby"
Sayanora, auf weidersein
I'll see you when I see you again.


I don't know when we'll meet again
but at least we're parting as friends
Maybe I lied
of but Baby I tried
A mistake I won't be makin' again

I'm sorry I have to go
but I thought you might like to know
It's not my heart
that says we must part
It's my shrink that says you gotta go


Copyright 1986
T.K. Major