Think I need a little bit of a break from my parody song a day until the election as the trepidation and the 50/50 nature of things is really weighing on me. I’ve never been good at 50/50’s, more a 30/70 for me, so I don’t want to think about it right now, well at least until i post my last tune tomorrow and hope that there is actually a God who looks down and says “What?!! You all are still here?! Son of a bitch … look away for just one second … note to self – grab lunch with Marge from house management and find out who the hell …
“You called?”
“What? No, not now Bill … but that was quick, still on your game I see”
“Always waiting on a call, the knees could use a look but always waitin'”
“Another time dude”
“I’ll be here”
“Oh, I know you will (aside to self …. “fucker”)
“I heard that”
“Shut up Bill!”
… find out who the HECK dropped the ball and why you all are still here (fuckers)
“We heard that”
“Shut up peoples”
Yadda Yadda … so to that thought of taking a break then with this. One of the first things of mine playing with an instrumental from our prod site and having some fun.
“Dude, this is what you call fun?! She left you and still wears one of your old T-Shirts and with the new guy?!”
“Don’t you have some damnation to get to or something?
“Sorry, just sayin'”
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She Said (Old T-Shirt Song)
She said where have you been because ya seem lost
Feel like I’m living a fever dream but at what cost
Where you’re here one day then gone the next is this a test
I’m even wearing that old T-shirt that you liked the best
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But is it yours or mine I’m not quite sure
Did I even one time even know this band I forget the tour
Found it on the floor newly washed I’m sure I think it’s yours
But you’re somewhere gone I think I must report you lost
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We used to be on page in the same book
And you would give me looks to make me bend around with you
And send me stars as dots to connect of how you and I were them
Until we reached the moon no lookin’ back just … postcards to send
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She said we sillied with the best of them
Made others envy green when they couldn’t contend with us they bled
That green and not just in the month of March is what they jigged
You’d make us angry year round if we could only ever be mad at you …
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But you’re missing now … she said
What’s happened to you … where is your head
But you’re missing now … she said
What place do you go … one that isn’t our stead
You’re missing now … she said
Is it a place where I can bring you back now from the dead
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I guess this T-Shirt’s mine now is what she says
I think I might just even have to wear it to bed
But not with thoughts of you if that’s somehow in your head
No I won’t be wearin’ it long … that’s what he said
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No it’ll hit the floor running as he gives me looks
To bend around with him in writing pages fresh book
And he sends me new stars on new trips to the moon
Where all is small, lost is not found
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We’ll send postcards soon
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