We Were the Future

when in doubt, write a song

SONG OF THE MONTH/AUGUST 2015

July 28, 2015
michael

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Rick and I did this as background music for a scene in a TV movie I wrote called “Befriend and Betray”.  Great fun to dream up a song as if it was recorded back in the rockabilly heyday of Gene Vincent and Duane Eddy – and before global warming.  I wonder what kind of songs driver-less, electric cars will inspire.  Cue the explosion of Gary Numan cover bands …

 

BABY-LOVES-TO-DRIVE     

Met a girl at my high school dance. She looked so sweet I decided to take a chance.

Oh, she won’t talk and she won’t dance. Got no time for no romance.

She don’t kiss but my baby loves to drive.

She asked me if I got myself some wheels. She takes my keys and she makes my tires squeal.

Tells me “Baby, hold on tight, because I intend to drive all night.”

She don’t kiss but my baby loves to drive.

Drive, drive, drive.  She’s the fastest woman alive.

Drive, drive, drive.   I just watch the world fly by, by, by …

By nine o’clock that car is out of gas so we pull off to have a little rest.

She combs her hair and I fill my tank. Five dollars later we’re on our way.

She don’t kiss but my baby loves to drive.

Drive, drive, drive.  She’s the fastest woman alive.

Drive, drive, drive.   I just watch the world fly by, by, by …

My little baby, she never passed a test.  Her mom and dad won’t let her out past ten.

She can’t drink and she can’t dance.  Has to sneak out through the fence.

She don’t kiss but my baby loves to drive.

My little darling, she don’t pay for gas.  She just smiles and the miles, they fly right past.

I strap right in and I hold on tight because that little girl, she goes all night.

She don’t kiss but my baby loves to drive.

Song Of The Month/July 2015

June 29, 2015
michael

Leaving_Athens

 

VICTORIA-STREET     

 

He said he’d be there for you.  He said there’d be nothing he wouldn’t do.

Now you’re by yourself. You’ve seen it through.

The whole world goes by. There’s only you. There’s only you.

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Heaven looked down and dropped grace at your feet on Victoria Street.

Good girls don’t go where you have been. The voice in your head, it says awful things.

You feel a quickening in the air.  How can the dream inside now be out there now be out there?

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Heaven looked down and dropped grace at your feet on Victoria Street.

Your life. Their lives. A passing streetcar rings.

You are struck by the glory of such things.

The nurse said go home to bed and rest awhile.

Then you stood up and she got your coat as if you were the child.

Someday you’ll hold one of your own

and all the details of this day will return.

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Remember the way that you felt so unmade on Victoria Street.

Remember the day that the sun lit your way on Victoria Street.

Remember the way that you felt so unmade on Victoria Street.

On Victoria Street.  Victoria Street…

(drums by Ron Heigelsberger, everything else performed by Rick, mixed and mastered by Doug Blais)

 

Song of The Month/June 2015

May 29, 2015
michael

Gutenberg_Galaxy

 

Sometimes school can seem like four walls closing in.  But if we’re lucky, we get a teacher who points to the sky and says “jump”!  Rick and I had one or two exceptional teachers who helped us see a world bigger than the one directly in front of us.  This song’s for them.  

 

MR.-SCOTT     

 

Mr. Scott has a garden, the best on the street, puts all the others to shame.

Mr. Scott has a style uniquely his own, always cool on a summer’s day.

Mr. Scott teaches music in the public school, trumpet, flute and oboe.

Lives in the house across the street from me, all alone with his piano.

Oh, Mr. Scott, Amadeus all through the evening and knowing what you are reminds us of what we can be, reminds us of what we can be.

At my school, we follow the usual rules: the jocks beat up the stoners.

But when we take the stage with Mr. Scott, it’s the music alone that owns us.

Oh, Mr. Scott, Amadeus all through the evening and knowing what you are reminds us of what we can be, reminds us…

Now people say things about Mr. Scott, exactly what you’d expect.

But when his door closes, all I can hear is the magic when the notes connect.

Mr. Scott has a garden, the best on the street, puts all the others to shame.

Mr. Scott has a style uniquely his own, always cool on a summer’s day.

Oh, Mr. Scott, Amadeus all through the evening and knowing what you are reminds us of what we can be, reminds us of what we can be.

(Jim MacDonald: keyboards, Ron Fathers: bass, additional vocals, Ron Heigelsberger: drums, additional vocals, mixed and mastered by Doug Blais)