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call me John - done

Can't say that I'm too happy with the "sir - fur" part, but I'll live with it for the moment. Maybe there will (have to) be changes once I record a song based on these lyrics:

my name is Brad, but you can call me John
today I may be Eric, but not for very long
I love to feel your love, I hate to feel your hate
soon I may be forgotton, could be my luck or fate

some take me seriously, adressing me as sir
maybe that it's my coat that I made of fake fur
what looks like high esteem, may really be contempt
I'm trying to live my dream, if in a vain attempt

call me John, and I'll be John for you
call me creep and that is what I'll do
call me weak and I will cry for you
call me strong and watch me coming through

your name is Sue, but I will call you Jane
because you are a woman, and girls are all the same
I'll make you feel my love, so you feel me inside
tonight you are all mine, albeit some other's bride

you are Sue, but you are Jane for me
as for tomorrow we will wait and see
I mean no more to you than you to me
if you are honest you have to agree

call me John, and I'll be John for you
call me creep and that is what I'll do
call me weak and I will cry for you
call me strong and watch me coming through

it's me

Written for MotorPlanet matching Nici's tune. Syllables and stresses fit perfectly (remember: stresses are the important part). As for the content and the slightly quirky rhyme "feed" - "feet", well... Not yet approved.

when I come home from my hard workday
when I feel like I'm goin' cold turkey
it just makes me sick to come
home to
find a lazy couch potato
in front of the TV

it's me
got hungry mouths to feed
it's me
tryin' to make ends meet
poor me
while I'm dead on my feet
it's me
it's me
it's me

I'm picking up the kids from daycare
sustain the fam'ly out of thin air
but it makes me sick to come
home to
find a lazy couch potato
in front of the TV

it's me...

one of these days I am gonna run off
nothing that you should make fun of
'cos it makes me sick to come
home to
find a lazy couch potato
in front of the TV

it's me...

a chorus

... that will not be used.
(was written for yet another part of Christian's trilogy).

the more miles I put between
me and the places that I'm fleeing
the more where I spent my time
seems to occupy my mind
the more miles I put between
me and the past that I am fleeing
the more the friends I've left behind
seem to live on in my mind


Maybe sometime I write verses to add some meat - and write a folk song myself ;-)

work in progress: call me John

I came up with the first four lines on the way to the gym. Fortunately (?), I remembered them, so I could key them in after my workout, and also add some more lines:

my name is Brad, but you can call me John
today I may be Eric, but not for very long
I love to feel your love, I hate to feel your hate
soon I will be forgotton, I guess it's just my fate

some take me seriously, adressing me as sir
maybe that it's my coat that I made of fake fur
what looks like high esteem, may really be contempt
I'm trying to live my dream, if in a vain attempt

call me John, and I'll be John for you
X X X* and that is what I'll do
call me weak and I will cry for you
call me strong and watch me coming through


*no idea yet

I need three or four more songs for my upcoming Rock Bernd album. These words just come in handy. They are inspired by an interview that Keith Moon of the Who once gave ("My friends call me Keith, but you can call me John").

leaving

These are the words for the first part of the trilogy I mentioned in the last entry. The working title is "intro" - the part that sets the stage. I've named it "leaving":

with tears in my eyes
but a smile on my face
I am leaving behind
this familiar old place
I am leaving behind
the first girl that I loved,
my old friends, and my old beliefs

I try to
open my mind
to what is lying ahead
to what I may find
on the path that I tread
to what I may find
in a future unknown
what it is that's in store for me

there's no marching band
neither fanfare nor cheers
as I'm leaving the land
of my fathers and peers
as I'm leaving the land
I have hated and loved
to find the one place where I belong

there is no marching band
neither fanfare nor cheers
as I'm leaving the land
of my fathers and peers
as I'm leaving the land
I have hated and loved
to find the one place where I belong

I am leaving the land
I have hated and loved
to find the one place where I belong