Monday, December 3, 2012

New Album

Why Start Now? 

I've just completed another album of songs. Only my second this year...I'm slowing down a bit. It's called "Why Start Now?" and features 15 new songs. As usual, it's available for downloading free or with a donation at my site: www.GeneBurnett.com  Donations are strictly optional. I'm always happy to get a tip in my digital tip jar but it's by no means necessary. Feel free to share anything you download with anyone you think might like my music. All I ask is that you let them know about my site and that they can make a donation if they feel like doing so. (All of my songs are also available on iTunes and CD Baby where they might be easier and faster to download, but they'll cost you a buck.)

Once again, I'm proud and happy with my work on this latest project. Here are the song titles, along with a lyric sample from each song. I'm also linking each song title to that individual song, in case you want to listen to just that song. Please find the "Musical Recordings" page on my site to listen to or download the entire album.



This song contains the secret to happiness, free of charge. 

Do you want to be rich?—Do you want to be loved?
Do you want to be famous?—Welcome to the club
If you want to be perfect
You can always buy some help
If you want to be happy
Get over yourself

Get over yourself—You’re not that good
Get over yourself—You’re not that bad
You can stay where you are with the superstars
Higher than everyone else
Or you can come down here and have a beer
And get over yourself



A song about whether it's worth the trouble to change...

Well you tell me that you’re gonna come clean—Clean as love will allow
You say you’re gonna tell me every little secret
The whats the wheres and the hows
You tell me you’re gonna keep your word
And treat it like a solemn vow
All I got to say when you put it that way
Is Baby, why start now?



When you see someone wearing a fishing hat, you just know they're not on the way to job interview...

I’m tired of my girlfriend—She’s just a spoiled brat
If I wanted one of those—I would’ve got a cat
Our fights are always stupid—It’s always tit for tat
But nothing says “Fuck it” like my old fishing hat



A song about reproduction, intelligence and survival of the species. 

He’s thinking with his penis and it is not a genius
And neither is that girl it’s pointed towards
He’s heard all the warnings about those after mornings
But ignoring them is what he thinks they’re for


She’s a walking celebration—And open invitation
To get someone in trouble and in debt
Innocent or smart—Bitter sweet or tart
It doesn’t matter once that hook’s been set



To sin is to be human. 

Chorus:
You don’t have to hide your sins
If you never stepped out—I’d never step in
A person without sin—Is a liar or a bore
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours

It’s trial and error not trial and perfect
A trial is not a trial if you already know the verdict
It takes a brave soul to miss so wide
It means you didn’t play it safe—Or you did but you woke up just in time    



True story...

I don’t know what I’m doing (3)
I don’t know (3)

I don’t know where I’m going (3)
I don’t know (3)



The title says it all really. 

You know those things that you hate to do?
The ones you rush to get right through?
Maybe the rush is the reason you
Don’t like the things that you hate to do

Chorus:
Slow down—Don’t worry—Slow down
Slow down—Don’t hurry—Slow down
It’s good for your head—It’s good for your health
You might even enjoy/surprise yourself
Slow down—Don’t hurry—Slow down    



A song about likening courtship to crashing an exclusive party... 

I lied to security a little bit—I had to get through that door
The first one’s not always the hardest—But it’s never an easy chore
I told them I was a reporter—Who could do your career some good
And I was generous with my gratitude—When they did what I thought they would

Chorus:
Let me in (4)
I will lie to get to you—But then I’ll tell the truth
Let me in (3)



A song about some drugs and their usual effects.

I wish alcohol made people smart
And quiet and thoughtful and nice
Drunk-tanks would be think tanks
And libraries would be bars
I wish alcohol made people smart

I wish heroin made people strong
And solid and honest and bright
Junkies and their monkeys
Would always get along
I wish heroin made people strong



I started photographing my dish stacking each night about a year ago and posting the pictures on my "Dish Whisperer" photo gallery on Flickr. I had no idea why. I just felt like doing it. Then I wrote this song and realized that a slide show of a year's worth of dishes would make a nice video. Coming soon!

Gimme that sponge—Gimme that soap
Have a seat—And watch the show
I’ll do the dishes tonight

Take a load—Off of your feet
I hate to cook—I love to eat
I’ll do the dishes tonight



A song about memory, dreams, and reaching...

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
And a tunnel at the end of the light
I am on the New York subway in the middle of the night
It is 1981 or maybe ‘82
And the only thing I want is to get closer to you

I am headed for a part of town—That I do not know so well
I am riding underground—I am under your spell
I can see you smiling sweetly—As the lights flash green and blue
And every stop I pass brings me closer to you



A song about the difference a comma can make...

Chorus:
Don’t
Stop
Don’t Stop
Don’t
Stop
Don’t Stop

Where’s that comma?
What do you mean?
One way you’re a victim
The other you’re a queen



This is a song I adapted from a story in one of Carlos Castenada's Don Juan books...

A teacher and a student are walking ‘round a lake
The teacher sees the student’s shoe has come unlaced
He taps him with his cane and points down to the shoe
And sits down on a rock taking in the view

Chorus:
Tie your shoes—Tie your shoes
Tie your shoes—Tie your shoes
What comes next—Who can tell?
Tie your shoes and tie them well
Tie your shoes



A song about surrender...

Love never told me it would last forever
I told that to myself
Love never told me that power was better
Than freedom or pleasure or health
I put those words right in love’s mouth
But love doesn’t care what I’m talking about
Love doesn’t listen to a word I say



A song about the mysterious "more" that's always there...

I’ve got a little secret that will not let me be
Until I tell you what it is—I will not be complete
It’s not just that you’re beautiful—Although of course you are
Layer after layer—Scar after scar


Thanks for your support!

GB

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