“OH JOHN” - A Song By Me.
So in order to keep from going huge spans of time with no blog entries, I think what I’ll do is occasionally post lyrics to songs I’ve written, just to get some more of my writing out there and to keep my humble little blog from getting weedy and cobwebby.
Here’s a song I wrote about a guy with whom I was enamoured while in college. Let me repeat my request to anyone out there with recording capabilities, because this song, sadly, remains unrecorded.
OH JOHN
if only for finally scratching my itch i thank you
how quickly three years pass in one instantaneous half-hour!
you found my vision skewed by my delusions of your grandeur
i find myself wishing i was taller
if only for finally dealing with me i’ll say thanks
how high time flies when i’m wrapped in your wings!
you found my presence humbled - feet cold - as i always get with you
i find myself wishing i was stronger
oh john
we both know the echo of helpless hopeless pining
and the tingle of self-inflicted pain
dear john
why must you intimidate me so passively?
i wish i could resist your resistance
if only for finally taking a picture with me - um, thanks?
how unrequited i felt when i think you said "goodbye"!
you found my tribute promising so i promised you another
i find myself wishing i was speechless
if only for finally caving as you’d probably call it
how will you let me spend this valentine’s day?
you found my candidness refreshing - like a cold shower
i find myself wishing i was there to wash your back
oh john
we both know the feeling of knowing who’s "the one"
and the power of writing as therapy
dear john
why do i give you this power over me?
i wish i could want it back
if only for finally letting me wake up with you in my arms
how satiated i felt when granted time of your day!
you found my flattery overwhelming so i underwhelmed you
i find myself wishing i was him
if only for finally being seen with me - i mean it - thanks
how stupid i feel when i dote like a puppy!
you found my invitation somewhere in a pile with the rest
i find myself embarrassed and i wanna start again
oh john
we both know the feeling of losing feeling
and the feeling of feeling lost
dear john
what are you thinking so not-so-far away?
i wish i could be yours
oh john
we both know how to want more but not how to get it
we know the feeling of being me
dear john
what are you thinking so not-so-far away?
i wish i could be yours
i wish you would be mine
how’s that for a wannabe valentine?
