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I just wanted to get to know ya — not roll with you in the dirt

Stood Up to Your Love

Like Odysseus lashed to the mast, like Hefner sacrificing himself on the altar of satyrdom, he was driven to the edge of madness not by her — because she was only a woman — but by the continual thought of her.

Even when he was with her he longed for her.

Even as the hours got twisted in the sheets caught up between them he found himself scheming to get her back into a bed she hadn’t yet left.

It was really a shame that he didn’t much like her.

Certainly, he thought she was smart enough but vain and self-obsessed in a way that made her seem slow to understand anything that required a stretch of imagination or — more improbably still — a leap of empathy.

But his thoughts collected around the idea of her like iron filings around the end of a magnet. And every time he shook them free they were drawn inexorably back to her… to the idea of her.

Stood Up to Your Love

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Friday, November 04, 2005

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Stood Up to Your Love

ya said its hard to love you
and I useta find that true
but now its impossible
no matter what I do (but)

I stood up to your love
I stood up like a man
I gave and gave and gave
until I didn’t give a damn

if this is the best love
ya can shove into my face
maybe you should save it
cause I seem ta lost the taste

I used to see ya
in your fishnets and mini skirt
I just wanted to get to know ya
not roll with you in the dirt

but then thats your idea of love baby
no matter who gets hurt
youre gonna do what youre wanna do
and youll get yours first

well im here to tell ya
best not count me truly yours
cause party of the second part
done just ran around the world

I don’t know how ya lost control
but one day I just woke up
one day I was a zombie
a slave to this thing you call love

the next day the fever broke
the mirror was icy still
I looked for your reflection
as you sat on the window sill
For the first time I saw your eyes
the icey timeless calm
I knew I was almost lost
and my soul was almost gone

(C)1990, TK Major
(C)2007, TK Major

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Baby’s still the same…

Little Baby Doll

 

 

 

 

 

What good is having free will… if you don’t use it?

Little Baby Doll

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Saturday, October 15, 2005
Monday, February 06, 2006

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Little Baby Doll

Baby started something
back in 1986
Baby started coming home
and showing me new tricks
Little Baby
Little Baby Doll

Baby said forever
just takes too much time
but Baby said “I’m here right now
so that should work out fine”
Little Baby…

“Veni, vidi, vici,”
Baby said when she came home
I said that’s fine for Caesar
but Babylon ain’t Rome
Little Baby…

Baby liked to gamble
with the things she said she loved
but Baby blew her hands
when push came to shove
Little Baby…

Baby played the vagabond
Baby played the whore
Baby played with fire
she’s not playing any more
Little Baby…

Saw her on the street one day
but I didn’t call her name
After all this time
I know that Baby’s still the same…
Little Baby
Little Baby Doll
Little Baby…

(C)1993, 2007, TK Major

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How many times must I fall down?

How Many Times Must I Fall Down?
New song alert!

When he was a kid he’d lie on his back in the sand just above the tideline where it dropped away to the bay, listening to the murmur of his grandparents talking by the firepit, watching the stars shimmer and wave above the fire, red glowing bits tracing the undulations as they crossed the starfield.

Sometimes, if no one else was nearby to be bothered, his grandfather would turn on the Sony transistor radio quietly, tuning in KFI 130 miles to the north, the reassuringly familiar voice of Vin Scully calling a Dodger game suggesting there was continuity even in an era when you could carry a radio in your coat pocket, Russian satellites were circling the globe — and the Dodgers would move from Brooklyn to L.A.

Dedicated readers will remember I posted a link to a discussion of an earlier version of this song in the songwriter’s forum I’ve been moderating for the last few weeks. The discussion there and your comments here helped me greatly. The changes were mostly not dramatic — but the extended discussion of the how many clowns section did prove especially helpful and I think it resulted in getting a lot closer to what I was after.

I was tempted to say that I wished I could have incorporated everyone’s suggestions — but in a very real way I did.

So I thank my friends there and here for their generous and thoughtful comments and suggestions. There wasn’t a bad one in the lot.

How Many Times Must I Fall Down?

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How Many Times Must I Fall Down?

How many roads
must I walk down
before I can sleep in the sand?
How many times
must i fall down
before I can
take someone’s hand?

How many doors
must I kick in
before I find
the magic one?
How many dreams
must I tear apart
before I see how it’s all done?

How did i get here?
where have I been?
How long have
I been this way?

I remember a time
I remember a place
I just don’t
remember the way

How many clowns
does it take to screw down
a reason for a man
to exist?

How many times must
I see the light?
There must be
something I missed…

How did i get here?
where have I been?
How long have
i been this way?

I remember a time
I remember a place
I just don’t remember the way

How many roads…


(C)2007, TK Major

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Those blues will sit on your head…

Special Feature: Feelin’ post-literate? Listen to the audio version of today’s commentary…

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LA's Not Such a Big Town

 

Ah…

The big kiss off… engine of ten thousand songs. A veritable cornerstone of pop music. Topic of some of the 60’s best rock and pop writers: your Dylans, your Stones, your Lennons and your McCartneys, et al.

It was a time when everyone seemed to be telling someone (and sometimes everyone) else to just go… jump in a lake.

My lost generation was telling our parents — who we now revere and lionize as the Heroic World War II Generation — to take their repressive social mores and rigid caste and racial divisions — and their “ugly little war” in Vietnam — and… take a hike.

Workers were questioning the advantage of the yoke. Foremen and bosses were telling their bosses to shove it up the executive elevator shaft. And the rich were ignoring the pleadings of their brokers and legal staffs to join monasteries and ashrams.

But me… I was trying to make my relationship with my GF of the moment work…

I can hear the eyeballs rolling up across cyberspace… but, honestly… oh, never mind…

Let’s say that I thought, then, that I was trying to make it work.

At any rate, I wrote this while I was still involved with my GF of the moment… and would be, on and off, for a couple more years, give or take

And I told her it wasn’t about her or directed to her… but she was a very smart young woman and it took her about a half-minute to unscrew her face after she heard me play it the first time… which was gratifying.

LA’s Not Such a Big Town

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Monday, December 12, 2005

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LA’s Not Such a Big Town

Well, I hardly know where you’re coming from
but it ain’t hard to see where you’re going to
Hey hey, Darlin’
I just can’t save you now

You hold on to me, so damn tight
then push me away — I walk home through the night
thinking ’bout how
I’d be seeing you around

Hey, hey, Darlin’, guess I’ll be seeing you around
After all L.A. ain’t such a big town
Hey hey Darlin, I hope you ain’t feeling down
cause those blues will sit on your head
jack your heart and turn your life around

Now you always argue about everything
In your domain irrationality’s king
I got a list of topics
a mile long that can’t be brung up

You called me up on the telephone
and asked me if I was alone
I said yes —
you said good –and you hung up

Hey, hey, Darlin’, I guess yer feeling proud
after all) ya cataloged my faults told the whole
goldang world out loud
Hey hey darlin, I guess it ain’t so strange
You tore up my body,
broke my heart, and threw away my brains

Well, I tried to talk out all those things
but your inattentive condescendance stings
Hey hey darlin
there’s no point in talking now

Well I never had the money for diamond rings
nor the guaranteed returns wise investment brings
Hey hey darlin,
I guess I’ll be seeing ya around

Hey, hey, Darlin’, guess I’ll be seeing you around
After all L.A. ain’t such a big town
Hey hey Darlin, I hope you ain’t feeling down
cause those blues will sit on your head
jack your heart and turn your life around

(C)1976, TK Major

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