Alex sent me a text and asked for help for one of assignments for his music class. He has to write a blues song. I immediately thought of "Poor Musician Swingin'" and said I'd send him what I wrote way back in 1992.
Maybe there’s something below that will help …
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Poor Musician Swingin'
by Hanson/Schmitt
I'm broke
It's nothing new
Every time I get a
paycheck
I give it to you
Say you gotta buy bread
That's okay
Give you my money
Why shouldn't I sleep
all day
Poor musician swingin'
With someone naggin'
Poor musician swingin'
With my poor butt
saggin'
Sleep all day . . . I
swing at night
She left
She'll be back
It's nothing crazy
Just a swing attack
She'll survive
So will I
Playin', swingin'
Until I die
Wrote 8/25/1992 with my friend Ken in Sally Drive
Studios
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Every Day Ordinary Life Blues
by Hanson/Schmitt
Boss is breathin' down
my neck
Said son, "What's
the matter with you?"
This job is getting to
me
I need something
different to do
Took a day off work
To enjoy life
Walked in the park
Mugged by a guy with a
knife
Read newspaper of a
crisis
In some distant land
Went back to work to
escape
I still couldn't
understand
Life is supposed to be
tough
I know that to be true
But I have one too many
Things I have to do
I wonder when I try
To kiss the sky
It stays the same color
And life becomes a bit
duller . . .
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Bad News
In the morning
I'll wake to find you
gone
So I'll live
I'll find a way to go on
So when you leave
Don't take my key
And when he leaves you
Don't come cryin' to me
Cuz you've been hurting
yourself
With the lies you tell
And if you wouldn't
believe them
You'd still go to hell
Cuz you're bad news
Never a sight for sore
eyes
Cuz you're bad news
You give me the
blues . . .
You never smile
Unless you're taken out
to eat
You like to lie
And say that you're just
beat
You don't know
What you're talking
about
And if he calls to ask
I'll give him reason to
doubt
Wrote 9/2/1992
Gum Blues
Gum sticky and sweet
You make me complete
But one bad habit you
do, I've seen you too
You stick to me like I'm
made out of glue
You know I thought if I
tried
I'd get you off my mind
But everywhere I look
I see remains of the
tears you cried
There was a time in my
life when I needed you
I had to believe your
lies were true
Now the sun is brighter,
I can see a new day
And I'm so glad I didn't
invite you to stay
Gum, you're so sticky
and sweet
Now you're gone, my life
is complete
Gum, I don't think about
you
I hope you don't think
about me too.
Wrote 6/21/1993
When I showed these
lyrics to Ken Schmitt, he gave me this look like, "Where in the world did
you come up with this stuff?"
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Right In The Face
Think you got a method
I know you don't got a
plan
Puttin' on your killer
instinct
Searchin' for a man
But I'm here, right in
your face
Open your eyes, I'm
right in your face
You don't know a good
thing
When it's staring at you
. . . right in the face
I saw you last night
Out on the town
When I motioned to you
You looked down
I was your spark
The start of a fire
Did you forget the dark
Unleashed your desire
I'm a good thing honey
I'm right in your face
Don't ask for your money
I'm right in your face
Wrote 10/11/1993
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Concrete Shoes Blues
I've been tryin' baby
Tryin' to get back to
you
But I don't seem to move
No matter what I do
I've been tryin' baby
But I can't seem to move
back to you
Concrete shoes blues
They hold me still
Concrete shoes blues
They control my will
Nothing will make them
go away
They're with me everyday
The concrete shoes blues
Drive me away
Since you said goodbye
I've waited for you
But if you're looking
for me, you ain't looked hard enough
I tried to call you
You're not answering th
phone
But your new man was
there
I can tell you really care
Concrete shoe blues
Keep me away
Concrete shoe blues
Won't make me stay
Nothing makes them go
away
As long as your new man
continues to stay . . .
Wrote 1/22/1994
The Way You Are
Looking through the
shattered window pane
Unaware of the wind
blowing cross my face
I can't see the clouds
Your loving left me
blind
I don't know why you
treated me so unkind
But I guess that's just
The way you are
Narrow tunnel vision
Serves you best
That's the way you are
Why do you do this pain
Why won't you see the
rain . . . makes the sun brighter
Looking at our pictures
of smiles and laughs
Seem to mock the pain
inside my soul
I can't see the smiles
anymore
Your loving is what made
me blind
Why did you treat me so
unkind
Wrote: 9/8/1994
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