Tag: Lyrics

Lyrics – Just take my love

September 16, 2020

Don’t take my whiskey,
don’t take the air that I breathe.
Don’t take the things that I own,
don’t take the money that I need.

Just take my love,
I said take my love,
cuz’ that’s all I got.

Don’t take my car,
don’t take the hat that I wear.
Don’t take boots that I kick,
don’t take my lounge away chair.

Just take my love,
I said take my love,
cuz’ that’s all I got.

[bridge]
The things you want you don’t need,
the things you own but don’t feed,
the things you cut that don’t bleed,
all them things, now, don’t. you. see,
just take you down, down, down, down, down.

down, down, down, down, down

Don’t take my mind,
don’t take the schemes that I scheme.
Don’t take the songs that I sing,
don’t take the dreams that I dream.

Just take my love,
go on take my love,
cuz’ that’s all I got.

Cuz’ that’s all I got.
And that’s all you need.

So, just take my love,
I said take my love,
cuz’ that’s all you need.
[fade: repeat]

Holiday songs

December 11, 2017

I wrote a few songs and posted them last year. I share them again here.

Note, these are the lyrics to what never became songs. So, they’re tuneless. If you know someone with musical talent and they’d like to write the music… Feel free to share.

And because I’d rather not just repeat myself, I’ll tap out a new one…

~~~ Christmas Boxes ~~~

From the boxes in the basement,
from the attic, from the shelves,
come the treasures, and the trinkets,
of past Santa’s Christmas elves.

There are lights all snarled and tangled,
balls and baubles, and tinsel tied,
the colored candles and tarnished holders,
from last Christmas, stowed with pride.

And this box here, the one with ribbons,
has the snow globes, Rudolph dear,
but one has leaked, its glitter powdered,
we’ll get a new one, and shed no tears.

There at the bottom, a color riot,
ornaments both gay and calm,
with photos faded, and pasta mated,
a poem penned, a phrase, a psalm.

All of theses boxes, taped and beaten,
contain our memories, our stockings too,
Unpack the holiday, our decorations,
Happy Christmas from me to you.

Spike up the Nog – a song

October 15, 2016

Spike up the Nog

Punch – it – up,
dump in the rum,
kick in the brandy,
gotta have sum.
Oh, gi’me oh gi’me oh gi’me a mug-a-nog.

Headin’ to a party,
where the tame folk hang,
down at the office, a neighbors,
or with the family gang.

But we’ll take a long a secret,
tucked in our tog,
a couple of bottles,
to crank up the nog,

Punch – it – up,
dump in the rum,
kick in the brandy,
gotta have sum.
Oh, gi’me oh gi’me oh gi’me a mug-a-nog.

It’s sweet like Cindy,
It’s spicy like Nell,
It’s smooth like Tanya,
and it kicks like,
I’ll tell ya,
Oh, gi’me oh gi’me oh gi’me a mug-a-nog.

Punch – it – up,
dump in the rum,
kick in the brandy,
gotta have sum.
Oh, gi’me oh gi’me oh gi’me a mug-a-nog.

Tonight at the party,
When the guests all nod,
We’ll pour in the secret,
and spike up the nog,

I said what? (2, 3, 4)…
SPIKE UP THE NOG,
I said what? (2, 3, 4)…
SPIKE UP THE NOG,

Oh, gi’me oh gi’me oh gi’me a mug-a-nog.
Punch – it – up,
dump in the rum,
kick in the brandy,
gotta have sum.
(fade)

Snow Angel – a song

October 15, 2016
Snow Angel

It was this time,
last November,
headed out to see the folks.

The roads were icy,
I don’t remember,
how I lost you, your dreams,  your hopes.

Like feathers falling,
onto pillows,
where you rest your little head,
my snow angel,

Tiny foot prints,
in the snow drifts,
lead me back,
to where you lay.

Wings a ready,
smile gleaming,
with rosy cheeks,
I hear you say…

Daddy, see the pretty angel,
I made for you here in the snow,
help me up and leave it perfect,
I’m getting cold, it’s time to go…

White feathers falling,
forming pillows,
on which you rest your little head,
my snow angel,

And here I find you,
sleeping soundly,
white surrounds us,
here we hide.

My little darling,
how I miss you,
I hope you find,
the other side,

Soft feather falling,
making pillows,
on which you rest your little head,
my snow angel.

Irish Joe – a song

October 15, 2016

The autumn leaves have fallen,
In the air, the hint of snow,
The wind blows, and you know
you’re gonna have ta’ have just one more cup-a-joe.
(Irish Joe…)

[chorus]
Some like it dressed with cream and sugar,
Some like it black as midnight’s toll.
Some like it laced with mint and molly.
For me, a little ‘Daniels, hard and bold.

Down the street, the lights are glarin’
and the kids keep right on starin’
And you know, that the show
only lasts through December, so…

we go..

.. and head out cuz the cold won’t stop us
struggle with the cash and cards and fuss,
with the ribbons and bows, don’t you know,
that the sales are ending,
and the families, each of them sending,
you photos, you pose, touch your nose,

give a wink and you think that the day after Christmas is sad,
that’s too bad,
aren’t you glad,
that it only comes once every year,
like a fad.
I certainly hope that you like the two shirts that we got you,
they’re plaid.

[chorus]
Some like it dressed with cream and sugar,
Some like it black as midnight’s toll.
Some like it laced with mint and molly.
For me, a little ‘Daniels, hard and bold.

But you know,
when the old year is ending,
winter, its cold fingers tending,
the garden of icicle rows,
hanging low, seem to flow,
down into the mountains of snow;
that it’s time for an extra delightful,
hot piping, steam curling,
tall cup of joe,
Don’t you know.
(Irish Joe…)

[chorus]
Some like it dressed with cream and sugar,
Some like it black as midnight’s toll.
Some like it laced with mint and molly.
For me, a little ‘Daniels, hard and bold.

(Irish Joe…,
hot and strong and heady,
smooth Irish Joe…)