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Dog years and lunar days…

Rainy Day on Temple Ave
NEW SONG ALERT!

A song a day… that was the concept.

Yep.

A song a day for a year, newly recorded, with a little write-up.

They started out being terrestrial, regular old 24 hour days.

But at this point, we’re pretty much talking about lunar days…

However, there are more than a year of songs up here now — or at least different versions… 400 of them, covering 144 songs and 28 instrumentals. Give or take. Some tracks are no longer available. (Yes, even I have some shame.)

Anyhow, here’s a new song.

I know, I’m supposed to write something about it. It’s been up on Soundclick for over a week and I still haven’t thought up anything. So, what the heck…

It’s about some loser.

lyrics
Rainy Day on Temple Ave

I saw her again
and she was smiling in the sun
but I remember when
she was down and she was almost done

she had herself a man and
he was doing her so wrong
she said I’ll
give you what I can
but I’m not sure that I’m that strong

And I said Baby, that’s OK
I know I should not stay
I wouldn’t want your tomorrows
to be as sad as our today

There was a time
when I counted the two of us as one
there was a dream
I thought all my darkness was all gone

Some things have to be and
some things can never last for long
and some times you just see
to try to hang on is just (so damn) wrong

And I said Baby, that’s OK…

One drink buys the next
until you’re staring at the stars
wondering what went wrong
and wondering where the hell you are

That was
ten thousand miles ago
but I guess I haven’t come all that far
I’m still wandering through these streets
I’m still lost among those stars

And I said Baby, that’s OK…

2008-09-06
(C)2008, TK Major

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Not Enough of Nothin’

Not Enough of Nothin'

New song alert!

Paradigms shift.

Just as Californians get used to walking on constantly shifting tectonic plates, scientists — the savvy ones, anyhow — become accustomed to revising not only the fine points of their understanding but, from time to time, throwing out the old way of looking at things and adopting an entirely new perspective.

It doesn’t happen overnight, mind you. The gatekeepers of scientific knowledge are cautious and the Scientific Method — the practices and precepts which have evolved over centuries that attempt to keep the accepted understanding grounded in verifiable observation, with conclusions that are derived from and verified by repeatable, carefully measured testing and experimentation — the Scientific Method is designed to err on the side of caution.
It’s a discipline and a dynamic which helps assure that science will tend to give us the best answers available at any given time, balancing untethered imagination and unfettered thinking with careful observation bounded by logic and an adherence to accepted procedure and principle.

Unfortunately, just as there are those who confuse scientific caution with rigidity or even fear of the unknown, there are those whose tolerance for ambiguity and uncertainty is so diminished that they must continually attempt to shoehorn their experience into the rigid confines of binary classification.

These are the people for whom there is no gray area… no in-between… no nuance or gradation –little tolerance for complexity or ambiguity. Something either is one way or it is the other.

These are, of course, the people who are drawn to the extremes, clustering like so many iron filings around the poles of a magnet, slaves to their attraction to the absolute and the unambiguous.

This approach is, of course, a highly unscientific one, seemingly destined to keep true believers and absolutists at the fringes of knowledge and reasoned thought — yet the adherents to this type of intellectual monomania often claim that their beliefs are obvious and inescapable and that only those who are either crazy or willfully, perversely disingenuous could argue against them. Ask them to justify a position and, after some sputtering, they often stammer or blurt out, “Well, it should be obvious to any intelligent person…”

These folks enshrine personal predilection — even superstition — as principle. They attempt to institutionalize idiosyncratic belief as universal a priori.

If you’re one of ’em — this song’s for you…


lyrics

Not Enough of Nothin’

[Yes… I really did mis-sing the very first line of the song. The correct lyrics are below.]

Not enough of nothing
and nothing more to say
my heads filled up with everything
that we didn’t do today

Not really nowhere
not that it feels that way
not really never
but certainly not today

Everything that must be will be
and everything that won’t be won’t
If you think you want to tell me the ending
do me a favor — don’t

not enough of maybe
too much yes and no
not enough of in between
not enough I don’t know

Too much is certain
too much is bound to be wrong
too many times you’ve bought your own lies
you’d think you’d realize by now

(C)2008, TK Major

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Pretend We’re in Love

Pretend We're in Love
new song alert

This new song started in a thread in a songwriting forum I participate in.

Someone had asked about “Tricks for writing love song?” and a couple of people suggested falling in love.

Taking a more practical tack, I had written:

I was gonna say, pretend you’re in love.

When I’m in love, I can’t write. I can’t think straight. All I can do is moon around and, you know, obsess…

Er…if memory serves.

And one of the other people writing in the thread said, “[S]ounds like a great start to a love song to me!”

After thinking about it a minute, I thought, yeah… why not?

I posted the lyrics about 30 minutes later and had a link to this recording up within a little over 90 minutes.

Then, again, it ain’t exactly “Desolation Row,” either.

lyrics
Pretend We’re in Love

I was gonna say
Pretend we’re in love
I was gonna make a joke
I was going to wait for the laughter to come
but I was going to hope against hope

I was going to smile and look far away
I was going to be aloof
I was going to act like it’s all a big game
anything pretense but the truth

I was gonna say, Did you ever dream about
running away some where?
Some day you and me maybe we could dream
about running away some where…

I was going to smile and look far away
I was going to be aloof
I was going to act like it’s all a big game
anything pretense but the truth

But I just can’t pretend I don’t love you
04-01-2008 at 10:01 PM
(C)2008, TK Major

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Broken, Too

Broken, Too
new song alert

The girl sat sobbing in the shadow of the battered penthouse shed. He tried to catch his breath, bent over, his hands on his knees but keeping a wary eye on the girl, her legs sprawled outward beneath her.

She looked up at him, her face contorted and tears streaming down it. There was bottomless pleading in her eyes. He thought of all the frightened animals he had seen across the years and looked beyond her for just a moment to the darkened city beneath them.

Her sobbing slowed and he stiffened, readying himself.

He’d barely pulled her back from the edge the last time.

He considered socking her in the jaw, like they do in the movies but he’d never socked anyone in the jaw and he figured the one thing you could count on in real life was that violence is never the same as in the movies. He figured that either the blow would kill her or give her brain damage — or just make her crazier and harder to control.

He’d chased her to the roof of the old 12 story apartment house, a few paces behind her. She’d hesitated on the ledge and he grabbed her arm, hurling her back away from the edge of the roof.

For an impossible amount of time they had struggled. He tried to drag her to the doorway but it was impossible to get her through and down the stairs. In time her struggle against him turned into wracking sobs, her shoulders heaving. He pushed her down against the penthouse and tried to speak soothingly to her. She seemed oblivious to him.

And then she bolted for the edge.

He caught her as she scrambled up onto the ledge, cutting her bare arm on the exposed masonry. He could smell the blood that glistened on her arm and the ocean but all he could see was her against the night sky and all he could hear was his own blood pounding in his ears.

She was standing, swaying. The full moon seemed a distant observer. It should have looked huge, hovering above the horizon — but it looked tiny and far, far away.

For a moment he was frozen — then his mind went completely blank and he just grabbed her. He thought they were both dead.

But they weren’t.

Not this time.

Broken, Too

I want to help you, baby
but I just don’t know what to do

I tried to love you, baby
but I just couldn’t think for two

I thought I could save you
I thought love might pull us through

I thought I could fix things
but I found out I’m broken, too

I thought I could fix things
but I found out I’m broken, too

I want to help you baby
but I just don’t know what to do

I thought I could fix things
but I found out I’m broken, too

I thought I could fix things
but I found out I’m broken, too

(C)2008, TK Major

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