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Mexican Mad Dog Blues and Other Songs

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Last post 18/02/2019

Posted by SusyLuvsPaul

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      Mexican Mad Dog Blues

      I'm mad as a tiny furious Mexican dog
      'bout to bust with red hot anger like
      a puffy bloated bull frog,
      been done wrong and betrayed
      by someone to whom I'd
      always been so good
      it's said "no good deed goes unpunished"
      well, maybe some should--
      mad as a hornet, just barking mad,
      wish I could
      just be sad,
      squeeze out a lotta tears,
      righteous rage is either
      making me younger, or
      piling on the years
      why can't I cry?
      would make me feel better--
      I won't just lay down and die
      will ease my burdens in a book or movie
      or two
      and be a great actress and hide it
      from you, and you, and you
      if I'm wronged with impunity
      with no making it right,
      I'll know I had it coming to me,
      I lost immunity
      inside me was dark as night,
      got to work it out and through,
      come back to the Light--
      there is still some love inside
      hasn't all been chicken fried
      but right now here's the news--
      I got the Mexican mad dog blues
      help me help me help me
      I'm feeling so used,
      can't find no consolation nowhere,
      for the jumpin' bean red hot mean
      down n' dirty'
      Mexican cheewawa blues
      --SUSY
      could be either a flying burrito brothers crossed with bluegrass fast one
      or a torch n' twang mournful slow one. was inspired by Paul's song "Angry" on Press cd to try an "angry" song. Was amused mine turned out so different in words and tone from his. A family member had betrayed me and I needed to vent, to express how her betrayals made me feel.

        On the Merry Go Round Again

        I wonder why his kindness
        warms me more than others' kindness
        I wonder why his coldness
        froze me more than others' coldness
        somebody help me
        (help me)
        I'm now too shy for boldness
        on the merry go round again
        on the merry go round

        round and round

        I might go on a bender
        I'm pondering surrender,
        because I feel a new feeling
        I feel tender
        (tender)
        on the merry go round again
        I'm on the merry go round

        (repeat first verse)

        I wanna fly high in the sky
        oh so high
        I wanna fly high in the sky
        --words and music by Susy
        for folk acoustic guitar
        or country folk, or could be a bluesy absolute torch n twang ballad

          It's Over

          I tell myself it's over,
          but then it begins again
          dont even know if I'm
          dreamin' it up
          it stops, and then
          it starts again

          we're still the most distant strangers,
          still the victims of circumstance
          it was chance that drew us together
          a situation that keeps us apart
          there's recognition in his glance
          still I tell myself it's over
          this time,
          it's really over

          I tell myself its over
          but then it begins again
          dont even know if I'm
          dreaming it up
          it stops and then
          it starts again
          still I tell myself it's over
          this time
          it's really over
          --Susy (for guitar, folk country, it has a good tune)

            I heard Paul's song "I'm Angry" again the other night and was moved to attempt my own "angry" song, which turned out to be "Mexican Mad Dog Blues." A family member had aggravated me. It interested me that my "mad as a hornet" ditty turned out to be so different in musical genre and content to Paul's "I'm Angry." Reminded me of the time audi here interpreted my song "You Got More Sass Than Class" in a cool exciting hepped up rock style, whereas mine was a more genteel folk rock acoustic guitar version similar to Carly Simon acostic guitar songs from the 7o's, I've always been crazy about most of Carly's music.
            I re-wrote some of the lyrics to "You Got More Sass Than Class"

            You Got More Sass Than Class

            you got more sass than class,
            sometimes you're such a jackass
            you made such a clumsy pass,
            oh my
            won't you come and see me soon
            we''ll think and we'll drink and
            howl at the moon
            yeah
            won't you come and see me soon?
            we'll think and we'll drink and
            we'll howl at the moon

            I like your wicked grin,
            you got me out of that rut I was in
            you're so full of sin
            you got me outa that mess I was in

            you got more sass than class,
            you are not gold, you're brass,
            you'd never take me to Mass
            your diamonds turned out to be glass,
            cause you got more sass than class

            But darlin' where you been?
            you got me out of that rut I was in,
            even though you made me sin,
            and made me drink whisky and gin,
            you pulled me outa my morass
            'cause you got more sass than class
            --SUSY
            (could work on piano, too)

              Daddy Played the Saxophone

              Daddy played the saxaphone,
              and the piano
              he sang like an angel,
              I sing soprano
              and he painted his dreams,
              he had artistic schemes
              for a while he ran a music store
              after he came back from war
              he was a sailor on a submarine

              With his blue, blue eyes,
              and his golden hair,
              it was easy for mama to care
              they got married
              and conjured up me,
              I was born into mystery

              I pray to the moon,
              and draw in the sand,
              I see signs in things
              in the lines of my hand
              can be a stranger to reason,
              you might say
              but daddy too was a dreamer
              to his dying day

              he believed in UFO's,
              in being nice,
              in Jesus Christ
              and in paying up what he owes
              in doing the right thing,
              in bowing to no King
              and suppressing all tears
              that could flow

              Daddy played the saxophone,
              and the piano
              he sang like an angel
              I sing soprano
              and he painted his dreams,
              he had artistic schemes
              for awhile he ran a music store
              after he came back from war
              he was a sailor on a submarine

              Now he paints in Heaven,
              plays piano there,
              in timeless eternity
              in myriad forms of prayer,
              frozen in youth where
              none ever grow old,
              in perennial warmth and sun,
              finally in from the cold

              --SUSY
              (kind of jazzy, for piano and sax)

                Most of my songs I've placed in here have strong melodies, else I might not have remembered them, possibly, 'cause I can't write music, can't transcribe music onto sheet music.

                  I Found Out

                  I found out you raised your silvery
                  tinkly voice in praise of
                  drivin' real fast, singing loud
                  at 4 a.m. on "empty country roads"
                  I found out--
                  if you get killed just for a thrill
                  we'll know you had a happy life,
                  without much trouble or strife,
                  but we'd prefer you still be near--
                  that you not disappear.
                  I found out you wanted to get on
                  some kind of pill
                  just 'cause your friend did
                  "to help me study better"
                  well young folks always cling together,
                  they always will
                  and the times are so scary now
                  but you are mistaken
                  child, you are forsaken
                  if you think being on a pill
                  will make you know yourself
                  better somehow
                  if you become so wild
                  that you leave here soon,
                  I'll know to look for you
                  at night in the silver moon
                  that your life was precious and
                  blessed, and something about you
                  seemed even more special
                  than the rest
                  --Susy

                    I'm gonna listen to more solo Paul Mc. songs, see which inspires me to come up with another of my own
                    Although it can make you look so dorky I'm gonna get somebody to make some vids of me singing some of my own songs to place on Youtube. Eventually. I'll have to sing them a capella, which really can make you appear super dorky and nerdy and nonprofessional. I don't mind making my art in a grassroots, low tech way. Small townish and obscure.

                      Yes, that's right...I won't mind what anybody says about me

                        I don't want anybody stealing any of my songs I wrote
                        How do you avoid that, if you sing them on YouTube? I wonder

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