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Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Inverse Retrospection

Hey. I just had to write out all the lyrics to a couple of my songs--"Mighty Csey" and "Ten Years (aka "no legs")"--for the band guys.. and those are some darn fine lyrics!

If I do say so myself! Which I do, 'cause let's face it, no one else was going to.

Also, whoever mixed my version of "Casey" had his pants on straight! Nice job, un-named mixing person... COUGHmeCOUGH-COUGH!!

I'm kind of retrospectively impressed with myself.

Which is just surprising, as that usually goes exactly the other way.

..anyway, I'm sharing. Maybe if I get enough encouragement, I'll share more in the future.

Maybe you won't be able to stop me, even if I don't.

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Ten Years (aka: "no legs")
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v1:
I spent the first 10 years learnin' to prove you were not a crutch
Spent the next 10 years learnin' I had no legs
It took a while, but it turned out that I don't know as much as I thought I did
Try to do the best, livin' the plans you've made.

ch:
Hold me up/it's not enough
to know you're standin' there beside me
I'm needin' more than I afford
I need you livin' here inside me

v2:
I spent the first 10 years learnin' to try not to screw it up
I spent the next 10 years learnin' it's way too late
and if I make through all the whinin' and cryin' I'm sure enough about what you did
there'll be nothin' left for you to come and...

bridge:
nothin' left for you to come and..
nothin' left for you to come and..
nothin' left for you to come and..
nothin' left for you to come and..
nothin' left for you to come and save!

ch:
Hold me up/it's not enough
to know you're standin' there beside me
I'm needin' more than I afford
I need you livin' here inside me


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Mighty Casey
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v1:
You think you've got it figured
fall prey to the myth of certainty
i pray that life will throw you only curve-balls
strike one, strike two, strike three

ch:
And it's Mighty Casey at the bat
Mighty Casey at the bat
Mighty Casey at the bat
he's makin' quite a breeze
And it's Mighty Casey at the bat
Mighty Casey at the bat
and it's strike one, strike two, strike three

v2:
you think you've got the answers
pinned down with all the truth you'll ever need
i pray that you'll be left with holdin' nothing
holdin' nothin' except fallin' to your knees

ch:
And it's Mighty Casey at the bat
Mighty Casey at the bat
Mighty Casey at the bat
he's makin' quite a breeze
And it's Mighty Casey at the bat
Mighty Casey at the bat
and it's strike one, strike two...

bridge:
and there is no joy in Mudville / and it's not because they lost
no there is no joy in Mudville / 'cause they didn't count the cost of livin'
out the false presumtions / of their unexamined lives
and now the ghosts of all those certainties are wellin' in their eyes!

ch:
And it's Mighty Casey at the bat
Mighty Casey at the bat
Mighty Casey at the bat
he's makin' quite a breeze
And it's Mighty Casey at the bat
Mighty Casey at the bat
and it's strike one, strike two, strike three...
strike one, strike two, strike three...
strike one, strike two, strike three...

2 Comments:

At 11:06 AM, Blogger about me said...

Casey was well-done, Mr. Unnamed Mixer.

 
At 12:33 PM, Blogger caparoon said...

ho-HO! Now having received encouragement, I am unstoppable...

 

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