Happy Like The Honey

Buy Myself A Beer
Rick Amburgey/Bobby Turk

I celebrated turning 21 in a bar with a cold Coors Light
And if  I could go back in time and buy that guy one tonight
I’d pull up a bar stool beside him and point to the band
Then I’d say music will save his life about a million times
And don’t be afraid to dance

Chorus:
I’d buy myself a beer and tell him
Not to take so long to figure out
What this life’s really all about
Never miss a chance to make a memory
Years disappear so quickly
And don’t waste time living in fear
That's what I'd say
If I could buy myself a beer

Next, I would tell him his faith would get him through 
Hard times when life turns dark and he doesn’t have a clue that’s the truth
I’d remind him to work hard, but never work too much
Find beauty in everything, make friends he can trust
And take time to fall in love 

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
Oh, I’d buy us one more round before I had to leave
And I’d ask him to take better care of himself and me

Repeat Chorus

Buy Myself A Beer

Drowning Into A Past Dream's Memory

Final track recorded with my friend, co-writer and Producer, Pete Swann, who passed away Wednesday, September 13, 2023.

Wednesday Morning

Dayjob Orchestra EP available on Spotify and iTunes Music (not Apple Music) https://open.spotify.com/artist/5zJLRDmMA9wSgKKNjhEknq?si=hmgQB0J5TiGs7PkPcaYRcg

Sucks - EP

Planetarium

fawm no. 3, not quite satisfied with the end but i'm going to beddd

Look At You Go!

The Last Score (Acoustic)

The Last Score

Tidal Wave

My Best Bad Habit (co-write with Lucy Leblanc & Joanne Stacey)

You stand there
With your death metal friends
Your long black hair
Green eyes like gems
While I pretend
You’re not holding my hand

You smile at me
We get in your truck
Burn down the street
You talk too much
You turn your music up
And play the worst ever band

Boy I don’t understand
Why whenever you're near me I find myself disappearing
I’m starting to lose my mind
I’m like a hot glowing candle about to burn down the mantle
Your aura has made me blind
I crave the smell of your jacket and I’m becoming an addict
You’re my best bad habit

We hit the club
You head to the stage
People tattooed up
I’m so outta place
It’s not my taste
And it shows on my face

I’m carried off
By your mosh pit mob
I’ve had enough
I'm about to drop
And then you scoop me up
Before I’m lost in the wave

Boy I don’t understand
Why whenever you're near me I find myself disappearing
I’m starting to lose my mind
I’m like a hot glowing candle about to burn down the mantle
Your aura has made me blind
I crave the smell of your jacket and I’m becoming an addict
You’re my best bad habit
You’re my best bad habit

We’re as different
As night and day
But somehow you’ve got me swept away

Boy I don’t understand
Why whenever you're near me I find myself disappearing
I’m starting to lose my mind
I’m like a hot glowing candle about to burn down the mantle
Your aura has made me blind
I crave the smell of your jacket and I’m becoming an addict
You’re my best bad habit
My best bad habit
My best bad habit
My best bad
Best bad
Best bad
Habit

My Best Bad Habit

Smudgie is a singer-songwriter from Toronto, Canada. Her nickname "Smudgie", which her mom gave her, stuck from birth and it brings her luck. Her music is signed to multiple libraries and has been placed on Major League Baseball and TV shows around the world as well as having been played on terrestrial radio. Smudgie's music has also been played across America's sports arenas, reaching millions of fans. She has played live in Nashville, including at the Bluebird Cafe, in London, and in her home town of Toronto, where she won Best of The Open Mic. Her sound has been compared to a wide range of artists from Mazzy Star to Blondie to Cat Power. She is excited to be now working on her next studio album in Toronto.

My Best Bad Habit

SMUDGIE

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