THAT (that) wrote,

If I Was Fred

I wrote this yesterday, on my bike ride. I'm happier than usual with the lyric. It's on the verge of being a comedy number, but it's probably merely peculiar. I usually agonize over the words forever, yet still end up with something that has problems I can't fix, but in this case, I actually had a simple premise and just developed it in a logical, but hopefully not cliched way. The agony of lyric-writing is why I write so few songs anymore. I write ten melodies for every one I set to wrdrs. If I could get a better method for ginning up lyric ideas, I'd turn out a lot more material.

If I was Fred
Would you make me some toast?
And kiss my head
When I left in the morning
For the office?

If I was Fred
Would you love me a bunch?
Would you iron my socks
And put little notes in my lunch?

Of wishing I was dead

If I was Fred
I'd take you down to Cancun
We'd lay in bed
And watch the tropical moon

Make pools of light
On the hotel floor
With the do-not-disturb sign
Hung on the door
Until noon

We'd eat macaroons
Oh, it ended too soon

And when we fought
Our little spats would be mild
Because one ought
To never frighten the child

Yes life is a journey
And love is a song
But you have to make do
And you have to be strong

But you would see
The one for you would be me
If I was Fred

And you were Beverly
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