Monthly Archives: January 2007

All these toys — all these games…

When Ashley Said Good-bye

He remembered thinking, “Oh, god, now she’s in love.”

There he was, just crawling out of one bed and now, here he was, with this new girl, spent, lying easily across him, propped up on an elbow tucked between his arm and his ribs, a goofy smile on her lips and a faraway look in her eyes. He thought at the time that they must look like a European coffee advert.

He had thought he was going to give himself some time, some emotional space. But before he knew it she was watching TV at his house four nights a week and cooking him breakfast.

She was warm and comfortable and and one day, just as he found himself getting used to it and liking it — she was gone.

There was no talking to her. There was no asking why. Did he do something? Not really. Was there someone new? Not anyone who means anything.

Was there any chance? No.

He couldn’t believe he asked.

Before her, he wouldn’t have.

He mooned around for days, then weeks. His buddies tried to get him to go out but he sat in the long summer evenings, watching the sky darken through his open window, as the shadows drew the room into darkness and an open bottle of whisky kept an even inch in the bottom of a tumbler by the couch.

He studied the indigo sky over the tops of his bare feet and tried to think about nothing.

It was getting easier everyday.

Internet Archive page for this recording
16 May 2006 version
29 September 2005 version

When Ashley Said Goodbye

Amber said hello when Ashley said good-bye
I said hold on but there’s no wondering why
when love wants in, love can knock down yer door

I said Amber, I think this is forever
she said baby you’re yanking on my tether
when all is said and done love will even up the score

Love will fool ya — love can kill ya
Love is all that love can give ya
and still you keep coming back for more

Love is funny — love is cruel
Love’ll make Einstein act just like a fool
Love’ll make a tomcat dive in-a swimin pool

All these toys all these games
all these pretty dollhouses going up in flames
if you play around enough you know you’re gonna get burned

Love will fool ya — love can kill ya
Love is all that love can give ya
and still you keep coming back for more

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Monday after Monday

Monday, January 8

One of the things that happens when you write songs — especially if you record them yourself — is that by the time you have anything presentable to the public, you, youself, already hate the song. Or are at least totally sick of it.

So I’m here to share that with you in the form of what I’m calling a songwriter demo, essentially a rough first draft production, with keyboards, drums, back up vocals and so forth — of “Chain of Mondays,” which, no, you’re not mistaken, was also the subject of last Tuesday’s “Monday on Tuesday” post commemorating the first workday of the new year.

And today is the first Monday.

So it’s all legit.

And, besides, this song has never had a proper rough production demo and it’s almost a year old — so, it’s all for a good cause.

I started out looking for an anthem but what I’ve got so far is a kind of garage rock…

chain of mondays
songwriter demo (first draft full production)

[UPDATE: I decided the recording I’d posted here was just too flawed to put up on the web. Imagine, if you can. Please feel free to enjoy one of the previous versions…]

previous AYoS versions
Monday, February 13, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
Tuesday, January 02, 2007

chain of mondays

a thousand mondays
that’s just 19 years
put your head down
put yourself in gear

before you know it
the day is done
fall asleep
and there’s another one

chain of mondays
wrapped round my life
chain of mondays
until the day I die

I’m good at what I do
but what I do is dumb
pushing things around
all day long

what’s it all for
don’t ask me
i’m just a well-worn gear
in the big machine

chain of mondays…

don’t take off my shackles
i don’t want to be free
cause theres nowhere to go
and no one to be

been at the grindstone
for so damn long
there’s nothing much left
except this song:

chain of mondays…

(C)2006, TK Major

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Monday on Tuesday

Monday on Tuesday

There were times, back when I was a drinkin’ man, that pretty much every day was Monday, a rude, jangling intrusion into sweet peaceful nescience.

The necessity to drag oneself out of bed, day after grinding day… man, some days that was just so hard. And then to go to work on top of it, as well? For crying out loud, what do they want out of a man?

But work gave me refuge from primal existential dilemmas, as well… a hidey hole where, as long as I kept my head down and worked toward getting the day over with and keeping from slipping behind, I could be free of nagging doubts about just how worthwhile my continuing existence was. Well, maybe not free of them, perhaps, but I could at least defer them.

And at the end of a long day of work, there was always the bottle. Like a djinn whose work was done, I would coil back into that sweet, dark prison…

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Previously on AYoS:
Monday, April 03, 2006
Monday, February 13, 2006

chain of mondays…

a thousand mondays
that’s just 19 years
put your head down
put yourself in gear

before you know it
the day is done
fall asleep
and there’s another one

chain of mondays
wrapped round my life
chain of mondays
until the day I die

I’m good at what I do
but what I do is dumb
pushing things around
all day long

what’s it all for
don’t ask me
i’m just a well-worn gear
in the big machine

chain of mondays…

don’t take off my shackles
i don’t want to be free
cause theres nowhere to go
and no one to be

been at the grindstone
for so damn long
there’s nothing much left
except this song:

chain of mondays…

(C)2006, TK Major

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