Big Fish Little Fish 1st Cut

I was out for a late night happy hour and after several rounds of terrible service, a friend quipped that it was more like "sour hour". A gauntlet was thrown down and a challenge accepted to write a country song about it. Less than a week later, this is what I had.

Sour Hour - 2nd Cut

An ode to the self -- that which believes in the fairy tale of a life flashing before one's eyes just before death, the illusory dream of a life well lived.

Play It In Reverse

Hollywood 2020

Sometimes imaginary is more than real could ever be

Imagine

San Diego

If you added up the things that I’ve done wrong
Sticking my nose where it don’t belong
If the seeds I’ve sown that I bemoan
Was something I could own
I’d be the world’s first trillionaire
The world’s first trillionaire

Add up the gods that I’ve renounced
All the bad deeds that I didn’t count
Every soul I smote, every game I gloat
Every do that I don’t, every rock the boat

For every routine that missed the dismount
For going without if there ain’t a discount
Dishing it out like the Sermon on the Mount
There ain’t no doubt
I’d be the world’s first trillionaire
The world’s first trillionaire

If they gave gold medals for riding the high horse
For every conversation that I’ve taken by force
For the how the hell am I not divorced
As a matter of course
I’d be the world’s first trillionaire
The world’s first trillionaire

Minding no manners, correcting your grammar
Complaining ‘bout things that really don’t matter
The balls I’m breaking, the asses I’m spanking
If they were money making

If looking in the mirror was self-reflection
If narcissism was introspection
If the sugar tree shook for getting attention 
Tell the rhythm section
I’d be a trillionaire


Piano Solo

Guitar Solo

 

If discontent could pay the rent
If every regret could be saved and spent
If a ménage à moi could pay the bills 
If a lack of patience was a gold front grill

If I had a dime for all the times
I chomped at the bit right before I quit
For all the joy that you get that you won’t admit
When you picture me rollin’ like Ramsay Bolton

Ego swollen
Self-cajoling
Mind patrolling
Truth be tolding

Big bucks, no whammies
B cups, no Grammys
Bula moolah
Hallelujah
Let me give it to ya

I’d be a trillionaire
The world’s first trillionaire
 
Forget about your millionaires
Forget about your billionaires
I’d be all alone upon that throne
I’d be a trillionaire 
The world’s first…

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