Okay well things are tough all over I'll admit and I ain’t no different and I ain’t that weird about it neither. But sometimes I get a bit obsessive and compulsive and that raises reasonable concerns from reasonable people as to my current degree of reasonableness. I certainly can understand where they are coming from, as there are times when I can vaguely recall having been reasonable.
And then finally, when the scales begin to fall from my eyes, I see what pain I cause myself, and the nuisance I have been to others, and I begin to wonder about it. And I always cringe. But then sometimes there is a song that gets done. It is not a process I would recommend really, but my muse always carries a heavy stick to beat me with.
It may not be art but it sure is bruising. Something out of Aubrey Beardsly perhaps.
Maybe I will get this thing recorded sometime soon...but until then think maybe Rick Danko singing an upbeat country song with a fairly rapid harmonic rhythm....maybe like Dylan’s"You Ain’t goin’ Nowhere", but little more up tempo and nowhere near that good.
Me And My Big Fat Broken Heart
A day don’t pass me by that a perfect stranger doesn’t tell me
That I remind them of someone that they once loved or knew that died
I smile back at them as if to say “Well, thank you”
Cause it’s important having been seen for having tried.
I'm here to raise a glass to all my lonely foolish dreaming
It's spill over sometimes when the troubles start to swell
No right-minded no one wants to break down to a stranger
So that’s why God made bars and booze and one-night cheap motels
But hey you look just drunk enough that you might actually understand me
Let me bend your ear awhile before the night pulls us apart
There ain’t nobody sober gonna talk to me tonight
Cause they’ve all heard this one already
About me and my big fat broken heart
About me and my big fat broken heart
You know just why you came here but you know you can’t admit it
At least not before you had a few more than a few
You staring at the stage and wonder when she gonna start
A couple more and all the songs she sings will be about you
She sings up there of loneliness as if it something she invented
She kicks you in the head from the inside
She shatters your illusions that you just might one day be happy
She leaves smiling before you’ve drunk all you can’t hide
If a man’s a friend you might think he would tell you
But I’m too drunk to listen and the night’s torn me apart
There ain’t nobody sober gonna talk to me tonight
Cause they’ve all heard this one already
About me and my big fat broken heart
About me and my big fat broken heart
- November 2010
