I am not a musician nor a singer, but I have a way with words. I plow the earth in my mind and earworms wriggle to the surface. When I recently visited the ER, I heard a nurse ask a patient, “When were you born?” She replied, “I don’t have a birthday anymore” and I immediately recognized a perfect country heartbreak song title. I wrote the lyrics in a few days. The last chorus:
Give me half a tombstone for a life half lived Just write the day I passed away I don’t need a birthday anymore
Don't Dream About Me
Genre: Bluegrass. A woman reads the riot act to her lazy, lawless boyfriend:
I won’t have a bun in the oven if you can’t make any dough
Top of the World
Genre: Cowboy Story. A fugitive literally on top of the world shares his loneliness with reindeer and polar bears:
Still looking for that seal or am I your next meal? It’s scary on top of the world