Jeff C.

Jeff: We’re back at FAWM – February Album Writing Month – this year, working on some things, and here’s one of them.   Anthony sent me some lyrics and I was going for a power-pop kinda thing. And the “Don’t Be That Girl” lyric was just begging for a singalong, so here we are. Enjoy.

Crossposted from http://fawm.org/songs/14003/.

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Lyrics:

Don’t be that girl
The one on my radio
Says she’s gonna stay
And in the end she goes
I know it’s not that simple
And I know you can’t be sure
Don’t make false promises
Don’t be her

Don’t be that girl
The one I drink about
Alone in some smoky bar
That’s not what you’re about
Love’s a gamble and if I play
I know that I may lose
Just keep it fair
Don’t make me a fool

Cuz she’s out there
Breaking hearts
Tearing unsuspecting
Lives apart
And I gotta know
If she looks anything like you
I met her once before
Back then
Her eyes were green
Her hair it was red
So is she back
In different form with eyes of blue

Don’t be that girl

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A Chacon/Reynoso Thing

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Jeff C.

Jeff: It’s still snowing here in Denver, I’m in a bit of an experimental mood this evening AND I have an old guitar tuned to DADGBD. Always an interesting combination.

Crossposted from http://fawm.org/songs/5822/

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Jeff C.

Jeff: I’m sitting here looking out my window at the snow falling from the sky in Denver, Colorado. It’s Thursday. I’m thinking of you. That is all.

Crossposted from http://fawm.org/songs/5197/

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Jeff C.

Jeff: This  song is apparently about our Vegas trips and my, uh, “reputation.”  Apparently.  Anthony wrote the lyrics, so I’m guessing.  I wouldn’t want to assume anything….

Anthony: Well it’s getting to be that time again. The next Vegas trip is on the horizon and it sure helps get you through those weeks when you’re swamped at work and sick to boot. So as I sat remembering Vegas trips past I recalled a particlular scenario that has always provided us with laughs…unfortunately at Jeff’s expense. See he has this habit of just sorta disappearing from bars and then being gone for God knows how long. Truly only God knows because by the time we realize he’s gone no one is sure when he left. And of course when we find him he’s shamed us all in some form or another. But don’t go thinking this is a slam on Jeff. As I told him when I wrote it, it’s truly a love song. Cuz we love laughing our asses off at him. Enjoy.

Crossposted from http://fawm.org/songs/4494/

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Lyrics:

Can’t say I remember
Exactly when
Somewhere between
Beers 9 and 10
I noticed the gap
Between me and Floyd
An empty barstool
No one filling the void
I couldn’t believe
He’d gone off and left
So I turned to Floyd and I said, 
“Where’s Jeff?”

In typical fashion
Floyd looked around
Up at the ceiling
Down on the ground
Then saw his beer
Sitting there on the bar
Took a big drink
And thought real hard
Then he seemed to forget 
And he seemed to go deaf
Cuz he looked at me and yelled,
“Where’s Jeff?”

(Chorus)
Where’s Jeff?
Where’d he go?
When’d he leave?
I dunno
Well whaddya think?
Should we stay here and drink?
Or go see if we
Can find Jeff?

Now leaving was easier
Said than done
Cuz them barstools were taller
Then when we’d begun
So I scanned the bar
And saw lotsa faces
None of them Jeff’s
I’m sorry to say-ses
So I whistled as loud
As a Super Bowl ref
Got their attention and yelled,
“Where’s Jeff?”

The patrons weren’t happy
I’d spoken so firm
But they went back to yellin’
On their own terms
And I sat back down
On my drunken ass
Then Floyd leaned over, smiled
And clanked my glass
There in his hand
What he’d found on the floor
Made me not worry
‘bout Jeff anymore

(Chorus)
Who’s Jeff?
To Jeff!
He’s gone 
But he’s left
His wallet behind
I’m sure he won’t mind
If we drink in his honor
To Jeff!!

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A Chacon/Reynoso Thing

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Jeff C.

Jeff: FAWM does funny things to people, like making them write songs about fantasies and their daily life. This song is about a lady in a Prius that I see every morning, and for those of you who say “You’re too old to be crushing on all the moms at your kids’ school,” I say “Hey, you’re pretty cute. What are you doing after we all get our kids to school on time?” Anyway, here’s a song about that. More or less.

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Lyrics:

You drive by me every morning
but I can’t hear you do it
you live near a gas station
but you rarely go into it

You are single handledly saving
the atmosphere
but if you never notice me
I might shed a tear

Lady in the Prius
You know that I can see us
together

Lady in the Prius
You know that I can see us
making breakfast making lunch
making dinner making brunch

Lady in the Prius
You know that I can see us
forever

I’d take you out for a steak but
I bet you’re a vegan
Maybe I’ll stock up on soy milk 
it’s a gluten free date full of salads that I’m seein’

Yours is an older model
so you don’t need to recall
and it proves you’ve been thinkin’
for longer than since last fall

If u had a Honda Insight
Maybe u could spend the night
But because you drive a Prius
You know that I see us…..forever 

Lady in the Prius
You know that I can see us
together

Lady in the Prius
You know that I can see us
making breakfast making lunch
making dinner making brunch

Lady in the Prius
You know that I can see us
forever. 

Your beauty isn’t regular
it’s an odd shape like your car
but who cares about normal
when it only takes 2 gallons to go very far?

Our love is electric, lady
Like Hendrix and his land
and it regenerates when you hit the brakes
Your gas mileage deserves a big hand

Lady in the Prius
You know that I can see us
Some organic wine and then some more
You be the oil corporation and I’ll be Al Gore

It’s electric 
It’s electric 
It’s electric
except when it’s not.

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A Chacon/Reynoso Thing

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Jeff C.

Jeff (from FAWM): This song – really more of an interlude, or maybe a germ of an idea for something bigger, later, after FAWM – grew out of the thought that life is a story.  And then I decided to sit down at the piano.  Enjoy.

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Lyrics:

Every life has a story baby
What’s your gonna be?
Is it science fiction, literature?
Or is it fantasy?
Does it have many many chapters?
Or is it just three?
Is there action and adventure?
And is there romance?
Or do you just sit at home?
And watch other people dance?

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Words and Music:   Jeff C.

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Jeff C.

Jeff (from FAWM):    This song is a collaboration with my best friend and sometime lyrical collaborator, Anthony, who’s not in FAWM.  I told him I was doing this and he said, “I can’t really help you because my job is crazy and the only words I can think of at the moment are of the four letter variety.”  So I challenged him to write lyrics about how we’re going to Vegas in 2 months and how that’s keeping him going, and this is what he sent me.  I think they’re great lyrics, so here we are.

Mostly. I’ve learned two things already through FAWM:

1) I can’t write a country song to save my life. This song BEGS to be a country tune, with a sing along chorus and some honky tonk guitar, but that is apparently my kryptonite, because I couldn’t figure out to get there with the tools I have.
2) I can’t dote on a song like I normally would when only putting up one song a week on my blog. My math says we should all have 3.5 songs in the can right now if we’re going to hit 14, but I only have 2 because I spent a bunch of time trying to put this song into a country groove….so I finally just said, “Okay, it is what it is, let it go and move on.” So it’s a typically quirky Jeff C. production, a little poppy, a little something something…..I think I’ll revisit it in a month or two and see if it wants to be a country song, but because it’s February and I’m a little behind, here it is. Enjoy.

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Lyrics:

The fact that I know 
Its eight weeks away
Tells you something about  
Where my mind is today
The fact that I know
In 56 days
All of my demons          
Will be swept away
In a sea of bright lights
Waves crashing with delight
As all the pain floats away
Bye-bye

I’m waitin’ on Vegas
Cuz it’s gonna take us 
Countin’ on Vegas
To intoxicate us
Balloon drinks at Paris 
Karaoke at Harrah’s
Just hangin’ ‘round Mandalay Baaaaaaay
I’m waitin’ on Vegas 
Cuz it’s gonna take 
Away

I just need to hang on
Keep banging my head on
This desk
Hope it all goes away
But I know it’s a lost cause
So I take a long pause
Count to 56
And dream of the day
All of this crap
Takes a long weekend nap
And I can go off and play
Night-night

I’m waitin’ on Vegas
Cuz it’s gonna take us
Bettin’ on Vegas
To emancipate us
I can’t lose at Wynn
Love the sights at Venetian
Just gotta last 56 daaaaaaaaaays 
I’m waitin’ on Vegas 
Cuz it’s gonna take us 
Away

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A Chacon/Reynoso Thing

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Jeff C.

Jeff: It’s February Album Writing Month (FAWM.ORG), and this year I’m going to attempt it.  The goal, simply, is to write 14 songs in the month of February.   Which works out to be one every……let’s see…..carry the one….two days.  So here’s my first shot at it.  Granted, it’s a little gimmicky to write a song about FAWM, but you know I like gimmicks.  And, so the lyrics make sense, here’s a little background:

A “zong” is a song with no comments on it at the fawm website.  Last year I started listening to people’s songs and this guy Errol wrote a song that he wanted to be a zong, but I commented on it because I didn’t read the faq or know what I was doing and because I really liked it….I was embarrassed about my faux pas,  and didn’t get involved, but I did apologize profusely.  Make sense?

So this month you’ll see 14 songs out of me and my friends.  They might be good, they might suck, they might go off the beaten path (Klezmer ska, anyone?), but it’ll be an experience.  And art is meant to be experienced, right?  So enjoy.  And come back in two days for a song about Facebook.  And go check out Errol and all the other great songwriters at fawm.org.  It’s a wonderful place.

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Lyrics:

FAWM FAWM FAWM FAWM

I joined FAWM so I could sing 14 songs for other people
I joined FAWM so I could write 14 songs for me-pull
February seems like a funny time to write 14 songs
but I hope I don’t end up with 14 zongs

I joined FAWM so I could try to keep up with Errol
Last year I didn’t read the FAQ cuz I was feral
I commented on a song that was meant to be a zong
and oh that was oh so oh so wrong

Come February 27
if I only have 4 songs done
I’ll write ten all tied up and mean
Maybe like a funk machine

Like a funk machine

I wake up each morning wondering what I’ll sing about today
Or maybe tomorrow but I can’t wait very long or I’ll stray
I want to be a winner and have 14 under my belt
A sense of accomplishment I will have felt

This is song one for twenty ten and that’s a start
It may not be good it may not be cool but it’s art, somehow
I sit here writing lyrics in my underwear and my bolo
oh, wait, now it’s time for a vicious guitar solo

Rock me one time

I joined FAWM so I could sing 14 songs for other people

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Words and Music:  Jeff C.

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Jeff C.

Jeff: Well, here we are, Twenty Ten, going on the future….and we finally have a new song for you.  I think this year we’re going to do a song every other Tuesday, just to make sure we can keep up and put more time into these things.   I’ve rearranged the Vegas Bound Studios so all the recording equipment is set up all the time, and there are several good song ideas percolating about and MCQ has a gig in August (The Boulder Fringe Festival), so we should have some quality tunes for you this year.  Which doesn’t forgive today’s song, but whatever.

The music for this song is something I’ve had sitting around for awhile and have always had my ear on as something that could be turned into a decent song.  The lyric “Nothing More To Say” came about one day in a fit of anger, when I was frustrated with whatever situation I was in at the time….but as the new year unfolded and I took some time off and things seemed to level off and maybe take a small turn for the better, I couldn’t write that song anymore.  So yesterday, when I sat down to write the lyrics for this, it became not about anger, but about a gentle Sunday morning.  Yeah, sometimes guys can be gentle.  Enjoy.  And come back in two weeks for more gentle whisps of music….riiiiight.  We’ll have something rockin’ in two weeks.   I can only take so much of this gentle happiness.

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Lyrics:

Sunday morning nothing more to say
I’ve been talking all week nothing more to say
Stay in bed with you baby and sleep away the day
Have a cup of coffee and here I lay

Yay yay

We’ve been together forever baby nothing more to say
When I look at you I see me nothing more to say
A house two kids a foundation a lifetime of play
And baby baby baby baby I really love your way

Yay yay

When we look back we’ll say nothing more to say
We did the right things we had the right words to say
We grew up we grew old we built a life together we had some fantastic days
They will talk about us like we were out of the ordinary

Yay yay

Sunday morning nothing more to say
I’ve been talking all week nothing more to say
Stay in bed with you baby and sleep away the day
Have a cup of coffee and here I lay

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Words and Music:  Jeff C.

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Jeff C.

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We here at haveuheardthisone have obviously been taking a break, but we’ll be back January 12 with all new jams, riffs, and poignant lyrics.  Or something.  Anyway, have a happy holiday season and check back here Tuesday, January 12, 2010, for the first of many fresh baked tunes.  It’s gonna be a good year.

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