Mexican Mad Dog Blues and Other Songs
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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.
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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
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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.
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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
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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
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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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