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Sad Songs about Girls

by Daniel Choma

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Camden Power You just can't beat a well-polished folk record. Favorite track: Standing By You Staring At the Ocean.
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1.
Ive got that feeling once again That I'm a man without a friend And I hope you don't find it weird to hear I miss you I'm neither wise nor am I bold I'm just the butt of stupid jokes My clammy hands are reaching out to yours, I miss you If I was a better man If I made more money than you know i can I would be standing by you staring at the ocean I've got that tingle in my skin It's my neurosis kicking in My mind is making a disaster movie with you You're sinking in the deepest sea You're running far away from me My mind says you are never coming back, I miss you
2.
Jaime 03:07
Jaime was a girl from another life who wore a low cut blouse, to pick up guys Like any girl would, if any girl could if any girl wanted to get dirty looks Jaime was the girl that makes you burn at night because your body's always telling you to get inside Of Jaime's old house, of Jaime's new clothes, tell Jaime that you love her and she'll shake and moan, Jaime took me walking by the river side Where the drunks talk loud and the bums get high On these dirty streets where the day died young And you can't recall where the light came from Jaime used to worry she was out of time because her Ma met Pa at the age of nine And they married young and now they're growing old And mama wore a white dress Jaime can't borrow But that's not how it ought to be My mama taught me about dignity But there's still a lot of man in me And I still get lonely I want Jaime on the her knees, I want Jaime begging please Baby, Baby, Baby give it me Jaime gave me one too many drinks that night So the air felt warm in the winter time We hugged the ground and the deep wet snow My gut stayed warm but my feet got cold Woke up in the morning in her father's clothes With her far less drunk and me far less bold We didn't feel warm, We didn't feel cold, We didn't make love, We just felt old
3.
Your mama always had a real strong face, got a real strong case for a woman’s place And papa always knew the things to say around her Your sister never had a thing to say, but said it anyway, You never wanted anything to do with her But now you’re singing with your mama’s tongue And now you’re sighing in your daddy’s lungs And sister doesn’t know a thing about love but she’s gotta a good man to love her And you’re all alone My daddy always had a real strong voice, and his words were choice, and his spit was moist And mama always knew the things to say around him My sister always knew what not to do, and just how not to move I always want to be just as good her But now I’m screaming in my daddy’s tongues And now I’m sighing in my mama’s lungs And sister knows her way around a true love and she’s gotta good man to love her I don’t know if I can rise above, the things that I’ve come from, and teach myself to trust I know I’m never gonna be the man for you You never really understood the grace of a woman’s place You never noticed how I really cared for you But now we’re singing in our parent’s tongues And now we’re boxing with our broken gloves You always thought that you were treated unjust, as I only just tried to love you Now we’re all alone
4.
I sat alone with my pen in my hand, with a stain on my palm where the black ink would land You came along for the ride with my friend, For something to do, for the boredom to end You Meant Everything to Me So we took the month off and we lived in our beds Stayed up late then slept in, held our fears in our hands But fear is a drug and it's damn tough to quit, I got scared of myself and then you jumped right in So go take a walk on the street by yourself In the snow that you hate, keep your heart on it's shelf Don't think of me, think of anything else, Like your friends or your father and the cabin he built
5.
Anymore 03:12
I am not your voice of reason, I am just your friend I am not the one you're leaving, I am just the last one that you met I am not afraid, anymore I am not ashamed, anymore I am not my brother's keeper, I am just a man I am not your mama's preacher, I am just the one he's preaching at Maybe I will let you run away Baby I will let you run away Tomorrow we will live to see another day I am everything you needed I am hard cement I am not the one who burned your ancient heart like a dry cigarette Baby don't you be afraid, anymore Baby don't you be ashamed, anymore
6.
I wake up in the morning And light myself my first cigarette The oxygen give tar and air A taste that I rarely regret My body is a burnt down house that the banks knows better than to pay me for I've given up on gaining clout I'm throwing in the towel, closing open doors I slam off my alarm clock Guaranteeing I'll be late for work My boss don't even know my name but he knows who's missing when the cogs don't turn Lately I just turn in bed Because the life I'm leading is for petty cash I'd quit my job and sleep instead but I'm exchanging slumber for the bed I have It's not like I'm really suffering I make my living and have a place to rest I've even got a girl that holds me with her eyes closed tightly while our lips are pressed I hope at the end of time I will see more clearly all the things I have But still the sugar coated poison apples are familiar misery to which I grasp
7.
If I could step outside of time And stand right next to God above Perhaps I'd get a better read On all my panicked acts of love If I would step behind the veil And count back seconds to sublime Perhaps I'd get a better take On all the things I thought were mine and only mine Because in every passing breath There is a song that wasn't sung And in every drop of sweat There is painting never hung And when I finally leave this earth As all the moments start to blur I'd know the ones I loved the most Are just a song I've yet to learn in every wide eyed blue Kiss Olive scent manifest Soft proud chested Tattooed interest Sad still memory Brush stroke empathy Peaceful blackening Ink stained wandering It's melody, and harmony Bright color tomfoolery The things we lose don't ever leave Long echoes of a symphony I loved you then like fading pens Newspaper print of past events Occurring still on yellow page As fiber fails and starts to fade I love you now like knowing God A simple peace, a passing thought Like stars still shine that faded out And guide my way from north to south
8.
Pretty Baby, You don't know what you had You had a man that would have followed you home I would have held your pretty hand until there's fire in the sky Would have held you until we're dead in the ground Lately, I've been bitter and sad Like I'm taking out a mortgage on love The storms are moving on, it's hitting the fan You're scared and you don't know where to go But don't drag me down I won't drag you down My friends say I was crazy for holding your hand As you hated every moment we spoke I wanted to believe you'd be mine in the end And turn back into the woman I loved When you were leaving, I knew you would not understand How I'd given everything that I could That boy you knew is now just a shell of a man And has forgotten all the times that were good Leaving east side for liberty city Where the skies are always blue and everybody's rich and pretty
9.
Fool For You 02:58
I sat alone with my pen in my hand with a stain on my palm where the black ink would land. You came along for the ride with my friend, for something to do, for the boredom to end You meant everything to me So we took the month off and we lived in our beds Stayed up late then slept in, held our fears in our hands But fear is a drug and it's damn tough to quit I got scared of myself and then you jumped right in So go take a walk on the street by yourself in the snow that you hate, keep your heart on it's shelf Don't think of me, think of anything else Like your friends or your father and the cabin he built. You meant everything to me
10.
I get tired of singing about my life I wish I'd let it go, please grow up, and just move on I get tired of my mind from time to time because it's telling me the things I know, but everything I know is wrong It's who I am It's what I've done And if she loves me And if that really even matters It's what I want It's what I can't have Logic says she won't be coming home But my mind still roams I get hopefully I'm coming out of this And I will stand up straight, be a man, and take my hits Then I think of the way we used to kiss And I am nine years old, and shy as hell, nervous with my clammy fists I am burdened by living with this thought That a man is strong, A man is wise, true men have fought The only thing I know to be is true Is that a man will tell you anything if it means that he'll get close to you

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Sad Songs about Girls was written, recorded, and mixed by Daniel Choma in his cockroach-ridden Stevens Square Minneapolis apartment. Everything was recorded in his very professional isolation booth right next to his laundry basket.

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released April 8, 2012

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