MidiMike

Close to my house is a small city park.  We would take the girls and our cat Taz for a walk there pretty often when they were young.  It was a safe place for them to play and still be close enough to home to hear me whistle for them.  There is actually another story there but it will wait to be told.  Neighborhood kids would frequent the park as well. 

A small creek ran through a valley in the center of the park, but it was usually pretty dry.  The bottom of the creek created Peanut Butter Hill.  When it rained the muddy side of the tall hill looked just like peanut butter so that is how it got its name.  That is when all the kool kids came out to play a local game.  The song says the rest, but only two people managed to make it all the way to the top with their hands in their pockets; myself and my daughter. 

MIDIMike

Simple life observations, simply stated.  I need to make a song out of this.  Clear relatable topics with good conclusions.  I look at my life trying to figure out why I do or don’t do certain things. How I look at things differently than others and how I miss so much others know intuitively.

Even in 1985, I was writing about getting old and knowing time is limited.  But I’m still singing at 70 years old!

MIDIMike

It is easy to feel and see desperation looking at global events.  Seeing all your efforts wasted.  Your trust misplaced.  You ask ‘why’ and ‘how’ but it all comes down to money.  They might not be able to buy YOUR soul, but they already cashed in on theirs.  Now they can buy others.

MIDIMike

When talking about my job, (yes, I have always had a regular job!) I would say that I DON’T HAVE ‘BAD’ DAYS.  I might have a very difficult or stressful and challenging day, but they were never really BAD.   

This poem and song represents how you would ‘like’ to be telling the story after a really bad day.  No traffic jams or confusion.  You would stay with me and we would be happy.  But you left anyway! 

MIDIMike