Posts Tagged ‘#songwriter’

This is obviously my patriotic anthem. Just looking at some of my own ancestry and cultural histories I respect and have been blessed to experience. Kinda corny but I still get choked up reading these lyrics. This is one of those songs where I keep trying to make a good demo recording and it just never goes anywhere. Various arrangements, vocalists and instruments but nothing seems to fit correctly.

Going over old recordings I finally found one of my gems from 1977. Back then I was learning to play guitar and my friend TR would jam with me. I knew a few musicians even back then and on the weekends we would gather at my place for dinner and a fun evening.

We would have about a dozen friends come over and after meals and a few drinks we would inevitably pull out the guitars and other toys. I didn’t spend much time learning or playing cover songs. That happened, but most of the time we wrote our own material. Our songs ran the gambit between topics of the day and the humorous things in life. I recorded on state of the art technology in those days: reel-to-reel tape recorders. I had a Tascam (Teac) 4-track machine back then so we could record an AMAZING 4 tracks at one time!

This song is one of our funnier songs. It wasn’t like we were trying to be like the Smothers Brother’s Comedy Hour from 1967, but we enjoyed humor in our music. This take starts with TR vocals and Ovation guitar introducing the theme of the song as I join in with my Ovation 12 string guitar.

Here is the only recording of that song. It is just the two of us jamming late after most others had crashed or gone home or to work. I learned a lot about harmonies during these sessions and still get a kick listening to us making up the arrangement as we go along.

Enjoy a funny blast from the past and wait for the end of the song for the lyrical punch line.

Also called Reels of Tape. See original lyric post here

Thinking about the impossible you can get clouded by the odds. But with billions of choices swirling around, impossible things are actually inevitable. Like being one of a kind and meeting another one of a kind. Sometimes it is just a matter of perspective. Things that can’t be happen all the time. Now and then if you stop forcing and searching it will happen.

For the last six months or so I have been taking care of my grandson’s cat while he moves and gets settled. The cat is a tabby named Kit. Yes, a cat named Kit.

We get along very well and he is the best cat in the whole world. (I can say that because my cat, TazMo, died years ago at the old age of 17). If it weren’t for the fact that I am allergic to most pets this would be a great thing. He spends all day trying to rub his scent on me and I spend most of the day trying to wash it off!

It was on one of the more boring days with me just looking at the cat – and he looking at me – that I came up with the idea for a poem. In two seconds I thought about making it a children’s story – that turned into lyrics and you know me – a song. I actually read it to him now while I pet him. But I also decided it would be fun to read my poetry for a pod post. Here is my first, and out of order Poetry POD reading called, ‘The Cat”……

MSK

Pet the Cat

“The Cat” © MSK 11/26/2022

If you are standing around
With nothing to do:
Pet the Cat.
When both your hands are empty
Your mind is a blank.

When the weather is bad
Everyone’s feeling blue,
Pet the Cat.
If it’s a beautiful day
And you don’t know who to thank:
Pet the Cat.

You got nothin’ else better to do.
The only one you’re foolin’ is you.
So much wasted time at that.
You should have Pet the Cat.

Alone and feeling down
The day just won’t end?
Pet the Cat.
In for the holidays
Relatives are such a bore.

When you open your mouth
All you do is offend.
Pet the Cat.
The story seems longer
Than 100 times before,
Pet the Cat. Pet the Cat. Pet the Cat. Pet the Cat.

Everyone is snoring
You can’t get to sleep?
Pet the Cat.
Just want to close your eyes
And forget about the day?

Can’t get out of this one
Dug yourself in too deep.
Pet the Cat.
Want to be noble
And look clever and wise?
Pet the Cat. Pet the Cat. Pet the Cat. Pet the Cat.

You got nothin’ else better to do.
The only one you’re foolin’ is you.
So much wasted time at that.
You should have Pet the Cat.

The ‘haves’ have more. News at 11.

I know you are still playing games
And cannot see what I’ve lost.

For too many, the tab gets paid by others.
For you, There is no Cost.

Pull up to another table
Grab a fancy pair of dice.
You don’t need anyone
Let alone their advice.

Black is black and everything in between
What’s left is a white that blinds like the sun.
Defended by lies no choice but to go on
There’ll be many more before this song is done.

I know you are still playing games
And cannot see what I’ve lost.

For too many, the tab gets paid by others.
For you, There is no Cost.
For you, There is no cost
There is no Cost.

I have been busy and quite productive in spite of the world moving as fast as ever as I slow down. next year I will be 70, so everything I do takes a bit longer these days.

I have a few songs, a lot of poetry , some photos and a couple outside projects to show for it.

Here is a new song I can blame on too much time to think in between projects. Some darker themes throughout. More to come if I can find the time, even if the descriptions and personal stories are shorter than I usually aim for. Thanks for your understanding.

11 2 2022

Pot makes me paranoid
Alcohol makes me cry.
If you ask me a question
I’ll want to know the reason why.

If we could do this all over again
It Wouldn’t Be the Same.
I’ve loved you forever 

But it’s driving me insane.

Friends we know are complicated
And rarely ever try.
I told you I will love you,
Until the day I die.  Until the day that I die.

Life becomes precious to those
Who see what lies ahead.
Each day becomes very special
For those who know they’ll soon be dead.

Take the time, the time is now
To look what’s inside your head.
I tell you over and over again
But you ignore what I’ve said.

I want to share with you my latest 24 hour song. Written, recorded and mixed in one day. This is “Trance”.

MSK 11 2 2022

It seems to me
This is the place to be.
Outside everything
Inside nothing

In a
Trance
In a
Trance

It seems to me
This is the place to be.
Outside everything
Inside nothing

Internal Glance
Brain Dance
Another Chance

In a Trance

Outside everything
Inside nothing

The stock market rises
The politicians fall.
Take off your disguises
We can see you all.

The magician on stage
Poker player in the biggest game
Each salesman closing the deal
In many ways they are all the same.

If it looks too good to be true
Someone is showing it to you.
It starts with a clever deception
Giving you the wrong impression.

The package is pretty
Worth it for twice the price
A mansion the overlooks the city
Costs more than paradise.

The stock market rises
Then politicians fall.
Take off your disguises
We can see you all.

Perception is the Rule:
Deception is the Tool.