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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