If Memories Were All I Sang then I Would Rather Drive a Truck

Posted on 2021/06/28 by Chad Philip

Garden Party (track 03 from The Blue Ridge Rangers Rides Again LP by John Fogerty ft. Don Henley and Timothy B. Schmit )

I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends
It was a chance to share old memories and play our songs again

When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name
Yet no one recognized me because I didn’t look the same

It’s all right now
I learned my lesson well
You can’t please everyone so you have got to please yourself

People came from miles around
Everyone was there
Yoko brought her walrus
There was magic in the air

And over in the corner—much to my surprise—Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan’s shoes and was wearing his disguise

It’s all right now
I learned my lesson well
You can’t please everyone so you have got to please yourself

I played them all the old songs and thought that’s why they came
No one heard the music because we didn’t look the same

I said hello to Mary Lou—she belongs to me
When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave

It’s all right now
I learned my lesson well
You can’t please everyone so you have got to please yourself

Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode
He was playing guitar like a ringing-bell and looking like he should

If you got to play at garden parties, I wish you a lot of luck
If memories were all I sang then I would rather drive a truck

It’s all right now
I learned my lesson well
You can’t please everyone so you have got to please yourself

Forever Resigned to Watching You Cry

Posted on 2019/05/30 by Chad Philip

About Love (track 07 from the Happy However After LP by Kindo )

Why can’t I sing a song about love?

To sing about something I know nothing of:
A kiss on the cheek
A touch of the hand
My knees feeling weak
My heart feeling grand

Why can’t I sing a song about love?

Perhaps I’m a dreamer that doesn’t wake up
I’m soaring through skies in a red paper cup
And I’m falling through trees with pillows for leaves
I might fall but I won’t skin my knees

And if I proclaim all the love that I have found perhaps I am frightened that it won’t stick around
But if I take courage and expose my heart, there’s nothing to keep us apart

Why can’t I sing..?

When our love is on the line, will my heart fall behind?
Forever resigned to watching you cry
I’d rather it be you than I

That’s why I can’t sing a song about love

Perhaps I’m a dreamer that doesn’t wake up
I’m soaring through skies in a red paper cup
And I’m falling through trees with pillows for leaves
I might fall but I won’t skin my knees

The People Who Have Crippled You, You Want to See them Burn

Posted on 2019/02/01 by Chad Philip

Sabbath Bloody Sabbath (track 13 from the Life LP by The Cardigans )

You have seen life through distorted eyes, you know you had to learn
The execution of your mind, you really had to turn
The race is run, the book is read, the end begins to show
The truth is out, the lies are old, but you don’t want to know

Nobody would ever let you know when you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you’re on your own and fill your head all full of lies

The people who have crippled you, you want to see them burn
The gates of life have closed on you, there is just no return

Nobody would ever let you know when you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you’re on your own and fill your head all full of lies

On and On

Posted on 2018/10/26 by Chad Philip

Remembrance Day (track 08 from the Get Lucky LP by Mark Knopfler )

On your maypole green, see the winding Morris-men
Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken—waving hankies, sticks and books
And there, all the earthen roofs

Standing at the crease, the batsman takes a look around
The boys are fielding on home ground
And there, the steeple is sharp against the blue

When I think of you, Sam and Andy, Jack and John, Charlie, Martin, Jamie, Ron, Harry, Stephen, Will and Don, Matthew, Michael…
On and on

We will remember them

Time has slipped away
The Summer sky to Autumn yields a haze of smoke across the fields
Let us sup and fight another round
And there, we walk the stubbled ground

When November brings the poppies on Remembrance Day
When the vicar comes to say, “May God bless them everyone, lest we forget our sons”

We will remember them

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