Month: August 2005

  • Here are some really simple lyrics to a really simple song I concocted for the various kids in my life.  It is my first attempt at a vocal track... ever.  Maybe my last?  The link to the song, in mp3 format, is below the lyrics.  I think it is kind of fun!


    Swamp Jazz








    There was an alligator


    His name was Mighty Max


    And everywhere he went


    He left his mighty tracks


     


    He cruised around the swamp


    All day and every night


    Looking for somethin’ tasty


    Things that he could bite


     



    Well, Max like looking good


    In his alligator leather


    He wore it quite exclusively


    Out in any weather


     


    Didn’t need sun glasses


    When he walked onto the scene


    His teeth were big an pointy


    He was always getting mean


     



    Yes, he liked layin’ low


    He liked stayin’ cool


    He liked playin’ bass


    He liked to sing the blues


     


    Struttin’ yeah


    Oh yeah


    Layin’ low


    And staying cool


     



    Mighty Max


    He’s the man


    He played bass


    He sang the blues


     


    Swamp Jazz, smokin’


    Always on his mind


    Swamp Jazz


    That certain bump and grind


     


    Swamp Jazz


    All the lady gators loved him


    Watched him when he walked


    They sighed and heaved and fainted


    When they heard the way he talked


     


    He knew just how to treat ‘em


    ‘Cause he had all the moves


    And when it came to dancing


    He knew all the latest grooves


     



    All his friends thought him the greatest


    The rest looked on in fear


    They all made him a space


    Whenever he’d draw near


     


    He always had the plan


    He was the leader of the swamp


    Anyone that crossed him


    Would experience his chomp


     



    But he liked being mellow


    Sitting in the shade


    And checking out the ladies


    They all made the grade


     


    He like layin’ low


    He liked stayin’ cool


    He liked lookin’ good


    Swamp Jazz


     



    Struttin’  yeah


    Stayin’ mellow


    Everything’s all right


    With Swamp Jazz


     


    It’s smokin’


    Always on his mind


    Swamp Jazz


    That certain bump and grind


     


    Swamp Jazz



  • Five Years in the Desert


    I’ve walked five years


    In sand and wind


    Without a drop to drink


    Although it’s been there


    Everywhere


    Dearest fallback friend


     


    My path was long


    And cumbersome


    Ungainly at its best


    Over hills too steep


    and valleys filled


    with ever parching heat


    Past countless bones


    And haunting cries


    Of those who’d lost their way


    Or looked too long


    Into the wells


    Inviting all to stay


     


    I’ve found a guide


    To help my through


    The many troubled times


    I’ve found a way


    To live each day


    No different from the rest


    And at the dawning


    Of this new year


    I hope to stay the course