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I’ve been told I am so lucky

Doesn’t seem that way

From my point of view.

My history with women;

Lost faith in mankind.

Just to name two.

The weight

The mass

The volume

The energy

Whatever you want to call it.

All forces applied can delight or destroy.

The heat

The bond

The tension

The gravity

You take one, you take all of it.

Love’s my precious gift or Nothing but a Toy.

When honesty becomes a plaything

Nothing but a Toy

           It’s hard to trust in anything.

           Nothing but a Toy

           When honesty becomes a plaything

An old worn-out Toy

           It’s hard to trust in anything.

           I’m your little Toy.

I’ve been told that I am So Lucky

Doesn’t seem that way

From my point of view.

My history with women

And faith in mankind

Just to name one or two.

This song has its roots in my observation of childhood development. In hind sight, this should have been my first ‘red flag’ while dating my current wife. Her daughter could not play games the way other kids do. She has to win. But not by actually winning. When she loses she will act as the winner and tell her version to anyone that will listen. Repeating a lie over and over almost makes it true.
She would ask me to play the game where you guess which hand she is holding the trinket or toy. Each time I would fail to guess the correct hand she would giggle and ask me to play again. In case you don’t have kids or didn’t guess it yet, she was not holding anything in either hand. That became the inspiration for the second verse.
My wife and I have been separated for a couple of years now. I failed to see the same behavioral traits exhibited by her daughter. My wife was just older and was able to hide the truth better. But even in 1987 the chorus was focused on why my wife behaved the way she did.
Had I known back then all those games and stories and false memories were intentional and part of her ‘great plan’, I would have cut my losses decades ago…… So much wasted time.

MIDIMike

Clearly that is what this was, an idea, but I love the first verse in that it sets up the rest of the mood for the song. I also have a lot of driving references in my songs over the years. Easy analogies, and I am an analogy king. The line about putting away your toys is another question that pops up in my themes about musical equipment and my home studio. I am not sure how long I will continue to write and record original songs and local bands. I am not sure when but I cannot stop now so I have not written my last song yet.

Back with the morbid themes. A how to guide when the end of your life is here. A lesson from the wise and experienced. Dyeing is the easiest part. Once you are gone though, your story can be told by others. So be kind!

Another look at relationships and friendships that just work well. Things fit in place. Intentions are understood. A smile that means everything. This is what it feels like to belong to someone.

Bucket lists have been a recurring thing now and then. In the earlier days I would think about crossing off something on the list before I die. Now my list has a bunch of things to do before someone else like the artist or performer dies! Back to the song, it is trying to inspire us to think of life as short for some but death happens to all of us as they say. What would you like to do? One of those was just to finish something to be proud of. To actually accomplish something good. But whatever it is, I want to take you with me when I do it.

I read these lyrics and know this is a compilation of feelings about my direct family. Many have suffered a bit over the years. I am sure most of it went untold and unshared. We are just like that. Back to the topic of heaven and death with this song. Great people are not forgotten. Good people give me reason to think of a heaven where I will indeed see them again. We have a strange way of dealing with extreme pain toward the end of life. We treat it like it is the last test or challenge you need to complete before you pass on.

I’ve been told that I am So Lucky
Doesn’t seem that way
From my point of view.
My history with women
And faith in mankind
Just to name a few.

I keep hitting myself on the head
Love that got away……
Again, nothing new.
Still searching for solutions
The world’s so unkind
Soooo, unlike you.

So Lucky, in life and in love.
So Lucky, in ‘everything SHe does’.
So Lucky, SHe rises above
So Lucky, it’s easy because……

Good things just seem to fall in my lap
All I do is ask
And my dreams come true.
Where it seems incredible
I pull off my mask
Become who you want me to.

So Lucky, in life and in love.
So Lucky, in ‘everything SHe does’.
So Lucky, SHe rises above
So Lucky, it’s easy because……

I keep writing, I don’t know if I can stop. I put things together while waiting for them to drop. We all know it’s meaningless to try to get things done, so let’s enjoy life’s pleasures……

…….. One by One.
One by One.
One by One……

I’ve been told that I am So Lucky
Doesn’t seem that way
From my point of view.
My history with women
And faith in mankind
Just to name a few.

I keep hitting myself on the head
Love that got away……
Again, nothing new.
Still searching for solutions
The world’s so unkind
Soooo, unlike you.

So Lucky, in life and in love.
So Lucky, in ‘everything SHe does’.
So Lucky, SHe rises above
So Lucky, easy for them because……

…….. One by One.
One by One.
One by One……
Until we’re done.

…….. One by One.
One by One.
One by One……
Until we’re done.

I don’t remember a time when these lyrics and the music were separate. It has always been a slow groovin’ piece I usually played when no one was around and I was just jamming. Learning how to play sing with more power, but controlled. I must like juxtaposition and odd perspective observations but the thought that someone would give you their love that you would give it back. It can be taken both ways. Is giving their love back in addition to yours or does the word ‘but’ in the Chorus mean it is a rejection and you are refusing their love or a meaningless phrase? You can be the decider on that one.