Mouth Organs and Singing the Blues

August 26, 2015 § Leave a comment

I don’t know if any of you have ever done this, but I sometimes like to try to sound like a trombone or trumpet with just my mouth. Earlier today, I was goofing around in the kitchen, making “horn” noises whilst trying to prepare dinner. The next thing I knew, I had the start of a song.

I have long been a blues fan and have long wanted to write more blues tunes. I kind of think of this song as channeling my inner Bessie Smith. Now, I just have to find a trombone player.

Leaving Me Blues

(eight bar trombone intro)

If you have to say goodbye
The least that you can do is tell me why
Letting me go
Without letting me know
Well, that ain’t gonna fly

If you found somebody new
Don’t you know the least that you can do
Is to tell me the reason
That your heart has turned freezin’
Leaving me feelin’ blue

I gave into you, baby
Never even said maybe
To anything that you asked me for
Now you say that we’re ending
That you’re done pretending
And now you’re gonna walk out the door

If you’re gonna set me free
Then won’t you please answer me
Let me know why you’re leavin’
So I know why I’m grievin’
‘Cause right now I can’t see

(16 bar trombone solo)

I gave into you, baby
Never even said maybe
To anything that you asked me for
Now you say that we’re ending
That you’re done pretending
And now you’re gonna walk out the door

If you have to let me go
Won’t you please just let me know
Why you’re cuttin’ me loose
Don’t give me no excuse
Can’t take this any mo’

Won’t you tell me the reason
Why your heart is now freezin’
Baby, I gotta know

(trombone out)

© 2015 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

A Little Tongue in Cheek

August 24, 2015 § Leave a comment

I work at home these days, mostly trying to help my special needs son learn to be more independent. Some of my friends apparently think that means I get to sleep in most days. Wrong.

Because of that erroneous impression, I got the idea to write a song about a man who seems to have it all. All, that is, except for someone to share it with. Note that the ego trip contained within these lyrics is completely tongue-in-cheek and bears no resemblance whatsoever to real life.

Someone To Share

Here I am; I’ve got the world at my feet
Sleeping in on Mondays; Man, this life is sweet
Doing what I want anytime I choose
Rolling nothing but sevens; Man, I just can’t lose
Got the world in the palm of my hand as anyone can see
The only thing I wish I had is someone to share it with me

I could leave at the drop of a hat
Go around the world in search of where it’s at
Doing what I like anytime of day
People crowd around me just to hear what I might say
Got it all right at my feet; I hold the golden key
The only thing I don’t have is someone to share it with me

(instrumental / scat verse)

I just ooze awesomeness from every pore
It’s not bragging when I say women ask for more
When I’m in Vegas I have someone else roll the dice
Presidents all call me asking my advice
I got more than any man could want; I’m the man they all want to be
The only thing that I can’t find is someone to share it with me

(Spoken:)

Oh, hey man!
Yeah, the jet’s gassed up and ready for action
Rio? Sure, why not? But do you think she’ll go?
She didn’t seem that into me.
No, the Beluga didn’t impress her, and I thought she was going to yawn when I popped the Dom ’47.
I can’t figure out how to impress her.
Be Myself? Are you kidding?
Does that really work?
Well, I’ll think about it.
Okay. Catch you later. Ciao.

© 2015 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

Ode to a Friend’s Car

August 4, 2015 § Leave a comment

A friend of mine is experiencing car trouble, perhaps not the greatest source of inspiration, but one never knows.

In lightly discussing the situation with another Facebook friend, we traded poetic obituaries for the car in question. This is my meager effort:

Wheels of Life

Oh, wheels of life
You took me here and there and everywhere
Without complaint, compliently, faithful to the last
Painful though goodbye will be, I must
For at last, you’ve reached your journey’s end
Your road has turned to dust
And all the miles left untraveled remain locked away
Inside wheels gone to rust.

© 2015 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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