Original Christmas Song: “Rum and Eggnog”

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Original Song: “October”

Defiantly posted in November, in spite of its name. Hope you enjoy. The lyrics are below.

Lyrics

Can you follow the rhythm of my heart?
It’s tearing apart
So what if you were to stay?

Fire leaves parachuting in the breeze
Doesn’t help my grieving
I just wish you weren’t away

I can feel the raindrops falling down
I can see the trees empty their leaves
October’s blankets are covering the ground
And I wonder what’s left for me

I’m sorry that I left you all alone
A lone leaf on the road
Hoping it won’t rain
I’m sorry for the things you couldn’t know
Like that I loved you so
But now it’s too late for grace

I can feel the raindrops falling down
I can see the trees empty their leaves
October’s blankets are covering the ground
And I wonder what’s left for me

I don’t feel you anymore, but I still see my eyes in yours
So could you fit into my life?
I’ve been wearily insecure. You always left me wanting more
Despite distractions I have tried

I remember seeing you in your room
It was a Tuesday afternoon
And your love carried me away
And I sang
I’d come after you
I’d find you someday
But for now I’m missing you

Original Song: “Whiskey Love”

Not specifically about parenting but, then again, some days call for whiskey. Nope, this song is more an anthem of my younger, dumber years, with a hint of sarcasm thrown in.

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Here are the lyrics:

There are some days
Things don’t seem to go my way
And I start getting so down
Then I take a shot or two
And suddenly I feel like new
And I don’t feel so down, so down

I keep the pace
Staggering along the way
Just trying to get around
But I’m not grateful, I’m not smooth
Especially with all this booze
And I start falling down to the ground

And even though this is so very wrong
I’m kidding myself if I don’t think that I’m going on
Because I’m trying to do this night right
So raise your glass above and give your whiskey love

I’m king of the hill and cream of the crop
And I’ll keep chugging on
I won’t never stop
The night is young and so am I
And I’ve got the desire
Cool me down, I’m so hot I’m on fire

But tomorrow’s gonna roll
And that alarm clock’s gonna go
And while this drinking don’t make much sense
In my defense, I’m not thinking ’bout the consequence

I’ve got my pains, and I’ve got my problems
I don’t need no helping hand
I just need someone to solve ’em
And I’ve played host to many ghosts
And the demons have been testin’
Hold me down, I need my whiskey blessing

And even though my memory will be gone
I’ll be bringing down the house with my whiskey song
Cause I’m trying to do this night right
So raise your glass above and give your whiskey love

But tomorrow’s gonna roll
And that alarm clock’s gonna go
But that’s tomorrow, so just raise your glass
Give the night some love and let’s kick some whiskey ass!

Original Song: “Don’t Wake the Two-Year-Old”

Wrote a song a while back about my then two-year-old (now four) and how he struggles to wake up in the morning. Hope you enjoy. Lyrics are below.

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Lyrics by Phil Partington

It’s 6 a.m. You try to sleep in
But with the sunrise, a child creeps in-
Side your room and as sure as snot
You’re utterly doomed

But thankfully, the toddler still sleeps
For morning time brings out the beast
With fingers crossed, you dare to take a peek
And suddenly sneeze

Don’t wake the two-year-old
He breathes fire out past his cheeks
Gets in your mind. Twists your dreams.
Makes you cry. Makes you scream.

There ain’t no monster under his bed.
He scratched and clawed it, till it was dead.
With beady eyes and gnarled teeth,
My two-year-old is the monster you see.

It’s time to hide.
This is no place for foolish pride.
Your heroism will not fly this time.

No time for myself.
I need a nap like nothing else.
And when he grows up, I hope to hell
He has four like himself.

Don’t wake the two-year-old
He breathes fire out past his cheeks
Gets in your mind. Twists your dreams.
Makes you cry. Makes you scream.

Don’t wake the two-year-old.