Singing the Blues
June 3, 2008
I haven’t posted in a while (haven’t felt very adventurous or humorous lately…) so I thought I’d go back a ways and post some old stuff.
Back in 2001 or so, I went on a dating dry spell. Within the space of a month, I had two of the most brutal date rejections of my life. So, I wrote a song about it. It was a ‘wake up at 4 in the morning with the complete song in my head’ moment. Words, melody, everything was right there. So I wrote it down and went back to sleep.
Here is the Get A Date Blues. It’s got a nice blues riff to it.
I pick up the telephone
To dial you and say,
“I’ve got tickets to the show.
Let’s go out on Saturday.”
And I call.
Pick up the phone again and call.
I shouldn’t have waited till Friday night.
Now there’s nobody home at all.
I asked a girl out in advance,
To the symphony.
She never answered yes or no.
All she said was ‘Tee hee hee’.
That’s right.
She just laughed at me.
She laughed right in my face.
So I’m in no mood for your advice.
Just back off and give me space.
Another girl would flirt with me,
Toss her hair and wink,
Smile, laugh at all my jokes.
What was I supposed to think?
So I asked her on a date.
You know how this story ends.
She looked me directly in the eye
And answered me, ‘As friends?’
Oh I hate.
Trying to get a date.
She’ll wash her hair, shampoo the cat,
Or move to another state.
The worst story I ever heard,
I promised not to tell.
A friend asked out a pretty girl.
She said, “I have to watch a root canal.”
You tell me to keep trying.
“No’s the worst a girl can do.”
Well let me tell you something brother.
As an answer, ‘No’ is one of the top two.
Still the voice inside my mind says,
“What have you got to lose?
It ain’t like you’ve got no pride left.”
I’ve got the get a date blues.
