"Ooga Looga Wyma Ryma" (#401, 201005)

Aina' nuthin' like a girl makes you drop yer vowels
On the kitchen floor
She be cookin' up some dumplin's I be trippin' meatballs
Comin' back fer more

An' I'm tryin' to tell her sumthin' 'bout you look so nice
'Xcept I sound like a fool
Words 'er flippin' sidewers comin' out my mouf
In between the drool

Ooga looga wyma ryma baby what's your name
Chuga luga hunka lunka baby say it again
Youda cute-a meesa please-a winkie dinkie derpee doo
Banana fana fonanna fe fi fum teach me how to talk to you

Took sum clarses back in carlege wit' sum langejjes
A little French and some Mex
F'Ida' know'd then I'd a showed maybe I cudda' lerned
Mora' what to expex

Talkin' gibbrish ain't so purdy I regrets it now
Yeah I gotta' admit
I dang messed it up I never got my educacione
And I sound like ... not good!

Week 41a - Ooga Looga Wyma Ryma (201005)

"All Hat And No Cattle" (#402, 201006)

All hat and no cattle all bark and no bite
If you'd a told me I'd a stayed home tonight
Tried to be patient but I ran outta' luck
I don't seem to be able to give one single fumbling care right now

All bread and no butter all spark and no flame
House keeps on winnin' I'm losin' again
Time marches forward and the later it gits
I just keepin thinkin' how I'm sick of this charade

All mouth and no trousers all balls and no strikes
Guess you done fooled me once more than twice
Here I am lonesome and drunk in a ditch
Can't find my lighter ain't that a big let down

All sizzle no ribeye all work and no play
No steak for my Stetson no A-1 today
Sometimes you're the pigeon and sometimes the truck
But somehow you always seem to get fudge on your hands

Week 41b - All Hat And No Cattle (201006)

Ifs and Thens - Song a Week 2020, Week 41

SAW 2020
I am doing a songwriting course and was asked to watch a movie for inspiration. I watched The Green Book and this song is the result

Another Bottle, Another Night

Julia's song for Week 41 #songaweek2020. I heard a reporter on the radio say "If you're looking for a metaphor. . ." and I loved that line so much I built this song around it. I don't even remember what he was talking about when he said it. Also I recycled the woodsmoke and lilacs line from this song - https://soundcloud.com/julia-tindall-bloom/2020-i-still-believe-in-love. 
Nathan played mandolin and slide guitar.

Feel me
Heat on your cheeks 
Breath on your skin

Breathe me
take me all in
Push me back out
Draw me in again
Over and over
Over and out
And in and out and in

If you’re looking for a metaphor
I’ll be the lilacs and the woodsmoke in the spring in your backyard 

Hold me
circle me round
apply
gentle pressure

If you’re looking for a metaphor I’ll be the deep earth 
With diamonds in the rough and a heart of gold 

See me
alive and in love
wander your gaze

If you’re looking for a metaphor I’ll be the black night and
When you wish I’ll be your twinkling stars

If you’re looking for a metaphor I’ll be your bread 
and when you’re weary I’ll be your featherbed

If You're Looking For A Metaphor

Do you know that feeling when you like someone so badly you find yourself praying to every existing God they like you back? well...
*you might remember an old song by me called Skeleton, which actually sounds quite similar to this one. I realized about that while I was writing it, so I decided to include this little reference. In this context, "don't let me be a skeleton again" would mean "please don't let me be the idiot I was before when I thought I was entitled to do something wrong in the name of love" which is the main theme behind the song Skeleton.

Artwork by me, featuring my beautiful plants ❤️

Lyrics:

The blurry vision just before the curve,
the beat of my heart I just can't ignore
makes me stand right here, fading outside your door.
Because I bought my soul back from the devil,
blindly thinking this time will be better
but it won't disappear until my skin feels you near.

But I know I'm trying to kick this out of the field.
You don't need to remind me you're completely out of my league.

And they say hope is the last thing to lose,
so I will force mine to stay with you.
I'm praying to big Gods I don't believe in
cause I don't know how to make you listen to me.

Your ocean eyes making 10 feet tall waves,
makes me wanna die drowned by the sound of your name,
just please don't let me be a skeleton* again.
It's this uncertainty what kills me more,
not knowing which way you think I should go
or if I should even go there at all.

And I know I'm trying to kick this out of the field.
You don't need to remind me you're completely out of my league.

But they say hope is the last thing to lose,
so I will force mine to stay with you.
I'm praying to big Gods I don't believe in
cause I don't know how to make you listen to me.

And they say hope is the last thing to lose
so I will force mine to stay with you.
Because I bought my soul back from the devil
blindly thinking this time will be better
and it won't disappear until my skin feels you near.

Big Gods

Copyright Erin Wolf 2020

Prompt for SAW Week 41 - Ooga Looga Wyma Ryma
A little light teasing for the prompt creator, @jimtristan. ;)

i want an ooga looga
wyma ryma honey
an ooga looga 
wyma ryma dear
i know this is silly for
you to hear
but i need that ooga looga
in my ear

wyma ryma all the words
ooga looga just for the birds
a little bit of wyma ryma
for the nerds
they'll join in in their droves & herds

i want an ooga looga
wyma ryma honey
an ooga looga 
wyma ryma dear
i know this is silly for
you to hear
but i need that ooga looga
in my ear

i'm not sure what ooga looga means
it seems like James is full of beans
well i'm a ryma wyma this song
just for Eileen
who left him hanging
at the Dairy Queen

i want an ooga looga
wyma ryma honey
an ooga looga 
wyma ryma dear
i know this is silly for
you to hear
but i need that ooga looga
in my ear

i know this is silly for 
you to hear
but i need that ooga looga
in my ear

Oogla Looga Wyma Ryma

You know the tricks of many trades 
A master of none
You always say you’ll learn how to play
That old guitar but you’re just sitting in the sun 

Did you wake up in ur clothes again
All your dreams are held within the night 
Let’s just carry on Lets just pretend 
Another day is dawning in your blue eyes 

There’s still time 
Mercies rise 
theres still time
for you and I 


You know the tricks of many trades 
A master of none
You always say you’ll learn how to play
That old guitar but you’re just sitting in the sun

You ve left a trail of gifts behind
Still waiting to be seen
Ur all too quick now to believe in  the next big thing

still time SAW

I see you in the morning and the words stick in my throat
Alarms ring when I look you in the eye and so I don't
I’ve learned to take a deep breath, then I slowly let it out
Every day I notice every time that you're around

and I want you to be mine all the time

I WANT you when I'm near you and I want you from afar
I WANT you with my body and I want you with my heart
I WANT to find a moment we can talk with just us too
I want to make you want me in the way that I want you

Cause I want you to be mine all the time

All the time, all the time, all the time
That I spend dreaming of you
I could BUILD a house of cards so high
The jack of hearts would touch the sky
If I found out you feel the way I do

Cause I want you to be mine all the time

I Want You To Be Mine

I remember when you said "let's not let this get complicated"
"Let's keep it sweet and simple," but I was uneducated

Weeks turned into months, a town into what we made it
A garden grows where it wants to

And you maintained that you were leaving, you didn't know the dance called separated
And I knew there was another life, on another coast, that waited

But you were too kind when I played the song called fascinated
A river runs where it flows through
Whether or not you want it to

And it was sweet, and I was simple, and I was captivated
And now it's gone, and I am bitter, and things are compli-doot-doot-cated
 
I remember when you said "let's not let this get complicated"
And I know now, what you meant then
But I'd still fall for it, if you said it again
The heart wants what it wants
Whether or not you want it to

And it was sweet, and I was simple, and I was captivated
And now it's gone, and I am bitter, and things are compli-doot-doot-cated

And it was sweet, and I was simple, and I was captivated
And now it's gone, and I am bitter, and things are compli-doot-doot-cated

Bitter And Complicated - Song a Week 2020, Week 42

The train this week is leaving for sapville. All aboard!

I started with the idea of someone realizing that the "I" in "I love you" had changed while repeating that phrase over time and it kinda went full mopey from there. I really gotta write an upbeat positive tune next week - you'd think "simple and sweet" woulda been the one, but whelp, here we are.

****

Don't like to think what I am leaving behind
It's easier that way
If I tell you that I'm sleeping fine
It's easier that way
I've been falling all to pieces
I've been thinking you've been doing the same
Don't like to think what I am leaving behind
But it's better than staying this same

It's all coming down

Cause I don't recognize me
I've been wondering who am I
In I love you

You've been talking about growing old
I feel smaller now every day
Chipping stone from a statue
I've been wondering what will remain

Cause I don't recognize me
I've been wondering who am I
In I love you
I don't know who loves you

We could keep things sweet and simple
But when we put it like that 
It's hard but what I'm leaving behind
Is getting hollower every day

It's not that I don't wanna stay
It's who'd be left in my place

It's all coming down

Cause I don't recognize me
I've been wondering who am I
In I love you
I don't know who loves you

I've been wondering why
I love you
I've been wondering when
I should be leaving soon, should be leaving soon
I've been wondering where
I'll be going to
I've been wondering what who I used to be would do

Sweet and Simple - Song a Week 2020, Week 42

Nashville songwriter and multi-instrumentalist, Godin Guitars Official Artist and Founder of www.songaweek.org.

His catalog of 500+ titles includes collaborations with hit writers Mark Narmore, Elliott Park, Steve Dean, and Pete & Pat Luboff, among others internationally from England to Australia.

Redding's music has landed cuts by numerous recording artists including Dan Whitehouse, Emma Gale, and David Easterling.

Week 41a - Ooga Looga Wyma Ryma (201005)

James Tristan Redding