The day that you came back to town...

Thelma Lou

The day that you came back to town
he thought he'd be seein' you around
he thought he could pick it up
where he put it down

but he thought he'd treat you right this time
just like he dreamed about each night
just like he prayed he'd have the
brains to do this time


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February 27, 2006, version


Now he'll never know
why he ever let go of you
Thelma Lou
he dreamed he'd make it right
but none of those dreams
ever did come true
and now he just dreams of you
it will always be Thelma Lou
nothing anyone can do
it will always be dreams of you
Thelma Lou

Now he was just a nothing way back then
but he couldn't believe how you could pretend
not to care about all the things you couldn't have
if you stayed with him

So he pushed himself hard just to get ahead
and he woke up one day in an empty bed
and he looked in the mirror and
he realized the years -- and you -- had fled

Now, he'll never know why he ever let go...

Well he always thought he'd get one last chance
but all he got was one last dance
as your fiance watched
from across the crowded room

But he held you so close like he didn't care
it was like no one else in the world was there
and still it was too late
for him to say "I love you"

Now he'll never know
why he ever let go of you
Thelma Lou
he dreamed he'd make it right
but none of those dreams
ever did come true
and now he just dreams of you
it will always be Thelma Lou
nothing anyone can do
it will always be dreams of you
Thelma Lou

19 June 2005
(C)2005 TK Major

The luxury of boredom...

I'm not much of a theologian.

But I'm thinking boredom ticks off the Creator.

I mean... as a minor failed poet, I know a little something about putting my work out in front of folks and nothing makes you feel more empty and tired than having someone yawn at you.

What? This old world again, with its shifting sands, its deep green forests and roiling seas? How boring. I wonder if there's anything new on YouTube?

Anyhow, boredom. I have a lot of sins but I'm happy to say that since wasting my suburban youth thinking I was bored, I've been trying hard to not commit that one again.

As I said before -- no doubt when talking about this song (don't make me look -- my antipathy to apathy notwithstanding, I view sloth as virtue not vice)...

Only boring people get bored.


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September 25, 2005 version


A Star is Bored

A star is bored
prowling empty hotel hallways
He's never alone
so how come he's always lonely

Nothing gets him down
it's all just the same
saying "If you think you're bored,
then you should see me!"

Down in the bar
leaning into a smokey corner
trying not to catch her eye:
"Say, cowboy, why you dressed like that?"

And it always seems to
go down about the same
It kills a couple of hours
but it don't kill the pain

Tell him a story
make it long, make it lonely
Lots of starstruck summer nights
and the moon's reflection on the river that runs through
everything

Nothing makes much sense
but he guesses that's just life
Ya play a few songs
and then they turn out the lights

Yeah, nothing makes much sense
and he guesses that's just life
You have a couple of laughs
and then you call it a night

(C)1990, TK Major

My Second Mistake

This new instrumental started out a s a goof, a rig test, and evolved into a sort of homage to the old raga rock would-be psychedelic excursions of the mid 60s.

I'd heard a bit on NPR about an Indian American who'd written a book on applying sitar and Indian music techniques to guitar. He was using a fretless guitar in combination with fretted guitars.

When I'd experimented with sitar-like sounds in the past, I'd always used a slidem so I thought it might be amusing to follow this guy's lead and try it without, tuning my guitar to open fifths.

I ran a couple minutes off onto the computer and forgot about it until later, when I had a few minutes to put a droney bass synthesizer and some fake talking drums on it... even though it was never intended to be a keeper... I almost didn't hit the save button.

Just to add a certain, even more chaotic element to the mix, I took a section of the main guitar improv, made a copy, reversed it, and dropped the whole thing in more or less where it came from (only backwards, of course).


My Second Mistake

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