Messages To Me

A blog, aimed mainly at me, about the art of living, music, homesong and anything else that can find it's way out of my small, but perfectly formed  brain. I like messing  around with words and ideas. And it seems a shame not to grapple with Life, along with all it's possibilities and tensions, given the freedom and opportunity I'm blessed with. If you want to respond, get in touch

One Less For The Road 

I’ve been feeling depressed in the new year. Can’t motivate myself for anything. I think it’s the drink I consumed over Chrismas and the New Year. Drinking regularly and often over the whole period, and then stopping. Actually the stopping. I think my brain got used to it’s daily relaxant and now it’s at a bit of a loss and messing up my chemical balance. Or something. 

Anyway, I’ve tried this before, but I’m going to try again: I’m not going to drink at home during this year (until next Christmas!). When I go to the pub with my son to watch football, I’ll have a drink. And when I go away through the year on holidays etc. But I definitely need the breaks. Too much time wasted on being depressed in the past. And when I’m drinking a lot I’m definitely more emotionally unstable which isn’t nice for the folk I love. Even worse I don’t remember my own song lyrics!


If I don’t manage these constraints I’ll certainly need to consider quitting for good next year. 

Come On Eileen 

Probably THE song that most influenced my music. If you could ever pick one. I was sixteen, which is probably a quite influential age. 


I like Dexy’s. They aren’t tied up to anything anyway. 

Role Modelling 

Of course I want my children to have, at the very least, some affection for me. I think they do.

But as to respect…well hopefully they should and will respect me when I do something worthy of respect. But they really shouldn’t respect me just because I am their Dad. That’s a bad reason. I did very little to make that Dadness happen, apart from, well…you know, the usual.

There are lots of potential role models out there in the world, many of whom will be better than me in many areas of Worthiness if not others. Why on earth narrow the sources of inspiration down to mainly biologically predestined ones?

Or even ones that are still alive.

I am Dad. I am not, in case of doubt, God.

Be Conscious 

Social Media is capable of drowning your objective consciousness. In fact the most important task in Cyber World is to stay alert. 

It is possible, if difficult, to remain fully conscious whilst hooked up to a cornucopia of InstaWhatFaceTwits by using the age old trick of questioning stuff. 

Don’t lose yourself out there. 



Human Rights? 

Which is more achievable? 

To persuade ourselves that it is right to work towards a world in which everybody has everything they need for the possibility of a contented life - enough food, shelter, education, safety from harm, opportunity for fulfilling work, freedom of choice and self expression, autonomy and access to human kindness. 


Or


To persuade ourselves that we are born with the right to all of those things. 

Rock Is Loyal 

Tune nearly there. This lyric in progress sounds a bit self debasing. It is a bit self debasing. But it’s only part of the truth. Anything we notice in ourselves or in others is only ever a part of the truth:

Rock is loyal, doesn’t judge you, when you’re stupid

I am stupid, rock is loyal, I am stupid

Yeah

Wood is real, doesn’t hurt me
Isn’t stupid
I am stupid
Wood is real
I am stupid
Yeah

There are many mountains reaching high
Not so many rings before we die

We’re all stupid, it’s a shame

No one to blame, that’s life

Gonna get away from all the tears
It’s another day,  looking clear
(Right now)
There is nothing wrong (I promise)
I only need a song
I only need a song

Rock is loyal, doesn’t crush me
If I’m careful
I am careful
Rock is loyal
I am careful
Yeah

Wood is real, only falls
When I’m watching
I am watching
Wood is real
I am watching yeah

There are many mountains reaching high
Not so many rings before we die

We’re all stupid, it’s a shame

No one to blame, that’s life

Gonna get away from all the tears
It’s another day,  looking clear
(Right now)
There is nothing wrong (I promise)
I only need a song
I only need a song

©David Fee

Don’t Worry.You can be a fool. Or feel weak. You can make mistakes. Or fail. You can be... 

Don’t Worry.

You can be a fool. Or feel weak. You can make mistakes. Or fail. You can be inconsistent. You can reach for the stars and miss. You can go unnoticed. You can even be a hypocrite. You can make resolutions that unresolve.

You can be or do all these things and still do something good. Something worthwhile. For yourself and for other people.

Don’t need to be perfect.

Don’t need to be worthy.

You do need to try. And that is enough.

EVERYTHING else is out of your hands.  

Marx And The Bare Necessities 

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Vlad again,  one step ahead of the gun toting red neck. About whom this lyric was written:

Bulletproof Bible

His eyes swept to the horizon, he couldn’t see the bear
Edging up closer behind him without a hint of fear
There was silence in the forest as the bear lifted his paw    
The only thing could save him was the word of the Lord

Give him a bulletproof bible
Don’t you    hesitate
To give that proud old son of the west
Protection from his fate
He needs a bulletproof bible
You can’t to be too safe
When you’re a bonafide Man of God
Heaven can wait

Stupid is as stupid does it’s there for all to see
Standing with his rifle propped up  against a tree
That old bulletproof bible, it was covering his heart
But grizzlies only bare their teeth they never bear arms

Give him a bulletproof bible
Don’t you    hesitate
To give that proud old son of the west
Protection from his fate
He needs a bulletproof bible
You can’t to be too safe
When you’re a bonafide Man of God
Heaven can wait

You’ll need one for your honey sir
Two for the kids
Three just in case that
Ab knows where you live
                           

You’re gonna need four for the revival
Five because you can
Six to make a barricade

That can hold back any man

Seven is for the dog sir

If he gets left behind
When all the saints go marching in
And that dog begins to pine for you
Em
Probably gonna need an eight
You know the good book says
Don’t build your house upon the sand

So you should plan for

Nine bulletproof bibles
One for every room
And if you get a bigger house
You will need to include
Em
Ten bulletproof bibles
Thirty bulletproof bibles
I see the Lord has blessed you
With many rooms
Now you’’ll need
Sixty nine bibles
But that just seems wrong
Let’s round it up a tiny bit
Yeah just by one
One Hundred Bulletproof Bibles
Oh now you’re packing sir
I can tell you, sir
You’re really packing

You’re bulletproof!

Instrumental Chorus

That bear he had a good meal, yeah he ate the man
Didn’t leave a single shred, wasn’t on a diet plan
Now sadly that old grizzly bear doesn’t run so quick
He couldn’t pass that  bible, and it’s making him sick

He’s got a bulletproof bible
Didn’t hesitate
To give that proud old son of the west
A taste of fate
He swallowed a bulletproof bible
Now it’s safe
When you’re a bonafide Grizzly Bear
Heaven Can wait

But anyway

Give me a bulletproof bible
I got faith
Like every proud old son of the west
I’m dodging fate
Give me a bulletproof bible
You can’t be too safe
I’m a bonafide Man of God
Heaven can wait

Vlad The Crooner 

Hilarious. Putin spots a massive hole in the market  for a New Cold Wars Prince Charming, a position recently vacated by Captain America. 

Empire 

And here’s the lyric to a song I wrote yesterday. 


Bm
Watch out world
You better start running
We’re full of discontent
We need to own completely
No plans to rent.

No Queen of hearts are we
Our only desire (Desire)
To be the Kings
Of our very own
Empire Oh

    Chorus

Kerchingachingchingx3

Empire
Kerchingachingching x3

Empire

Watch out world
We  are coming
It’s a family affair
Gonna burn your house down            
We don’t care

No Queen of hearts are we
Our only desire (Desire)
To be the Kings
Of our very own
Empire Oh

Chorus

1, 2, 3, 4
One more world war
It’s to die for
You could die for me4,3,2,1
I want someone
Who likes big guns
You can die for me

No Queen of hearts are we
Our only desire (Desire) x2

Watch out world I’m needy
I can’t get enough
And if your heart is bleeding
That’s just tough

pre chorus
Chorus

©Fee 2011