Stuff falls between the cracks…

This brief whiff of piffle was actually written back in 2014 while I was participating in an online songwriting forum. Not sure but the exercise might have been to write a song on a specific topic when you felt absolutely no inspiration whatsoever

I Bet the Farm on Loving You

I lost my dog
I lost my cow
I lost my tractor
I lost my plow
I lost my combine
I lost my truck
you took them all
and said good luck

I bet the farm
on loving you
and I lost it all
when the divorce went through

I lost the pride
my pa instilled
I lost the land
my grandpa tilled
I lost the deed
the county gives
I lost the will
the will to live

I’d begin again
but where to start
you took my life
you took my heart
you took my friends
and my pastor, too
I lost it all
by loving you

I bet the farm
on loving you
and I lost it all
by loving you

[these lyrics vary slightly from the attached recording; I guess these above should be considered the finished version, maybe, or not]


Don’t Ask a Fool (Why He Falls in Love)



“In the field of psychology, the Dunning–Kruger effect is a cognitive bias, wherein persons of low ability suffer from illusory superiority when they mistakenly assess their ability as greater than it is. The cognitive bias of illusory superiority derives from low-ability persons’ metacognitive inability to recognize their own ineptitude.[1]”  Wikipedia entry on The Dunning-Kruger Effect **

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool”
— William Shakespeare  (As You Like It)

Don’t Ask a Fool (Why He Falls in Love)

Don’t ask the sun
why the sky is blue
Don’t ask the river
where it’s flowing to
Don’t ask the stars
why they shine up above
and don’t ask a fool
why he falls in love

Don’t ask me
why I love you
Don’t ask a slave
what he wants to do
Don’t ask a dead man
what he’s dreaming of
and don’t ask a fool
why he falls in love

Don’t ask tomorrow
when there’s no today
Don’t ask forever
if you’ve gone away
Don’t ask for more
when there’s never enough
Ah — but don’t ask a fool
why he falls in love

(C)2015, 2017, TK Major

* New to A Year of Songs, anyhow. I kept pushing and pulling at it but it kept not changing so here it is. ** Oh, and with regard to the Dunning-Kruger Effect? I already know I can’t sing worth a damn. So just don’t go there, my friend. =D


Watch this space…

I’ll be posting a new recording and talking about where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing while I haven’t been updating AYoS a little later today…

As they used to say back in ’93 — Watch this space for NEW CONTENT

Seriously, though. Later today. PROMISE!


The winter of our fresh content?

A single-handed keyboard improvisation for orchestral synthesizer from several years ago.

OK… yeah, bad pun. Maybe not even immediately recognizable in its intent. Sue me.

But here it is, the turning of another season and this blog’s fresh new decade that started with the autumnal equinox is now three months in and… not much new content to show… exactly.

But I did complete the infrastructure overhaul of the site, getting all the posts tagged properly with subjects and song titles and laboriously going through all the play links, converting the motley collection of playing systems to (almost) all use the same, straightforward in-page player.

And… well… I have been playing a lot. And working to try to bring my undisciplined and tonally meandering voice under better control. It might seem odd, playing catch-up on the singing front after showing no regard for niceties like pitch and technique for decades, but I am a creature of whim — and more than a little whimsy. And a dash of quixotic abandon when it comes to impossible quests. I mean, I know I ain’t never gonna be Nat Cole.

More soon… no, really.