Forgotten Song

Songs are much like dreams, though they are more directed by the conscious mind.  But when they are at their best, there is something about them that transcends the personal.

I wrote this song at some point -- I'm sure there was a melody to it, but I can't remember it and it's not indicated in these notes.  It's interesting even without the music.

MY dog left me all alone
My dog left me with nothing but this bone
My dog left me, how can I go on?
Now don't misunderstand me
I'm partial to this old chewing bone 

My girl left me hanging on the phone
My girl hung up on me and now I'm all alone
Here with the phone going "beep beep"
So what am I gonna do?
Now don't misunderstand me
I was about to hang up on her too 

[High E thing] 

My boss told me "don't come back to work"
My boss fired me, what a frikkin' jerk
My boss fired me, so what am I gonna say?
Now don't misunderstand me
I hated that stupid job anyway 

[Bridge, double time] 

So I'm here all alone with a bone on the phone
but the girl hung up so I'm outta luck
And I got no job got nothing to do don't know how long
Can't worry too much
I'm feeling pretty good cause I got my freedom
If the dog ain't around won't have to feed him
I still got the bone and I got my pride
So hows 'bout that for looking on the bright side? 

[High E thing] 

My teevee broke on Sunday afternoon
Just before the big game, I guess I blew a fuse
I broke my tv, so what am I gonna do?
Now don't misunderstand me
This is sheer unadulterated hard core serious tragedy

It's a blues song, but I seem to have seen things in a wry way that day.

I've decided to re-up on the musical portion of my life.  It's a hobby to me, but how will my children and grandchildren see it?  Should I toss it into the trash and forget it because I can't make a living from it?

I think no.  As I listen to the songs now, with a good bit of distance between the last time I heard them and now, I can easily see how they all exhibit something that is from within me.  There may be influences from "beyond," but if that's the case, they've always been there and no human thing has ever been done without them.  They inhabit the same space as creativity itself, and when we dip our mental quill into that ink, we can't refuse the influence.  But it's still me doing the writing, and choosing how to present what's written.

So there it is.