Along with teaching, reading, parenting and all that, I’ve been making time to play guitar and fiddle with sound loops, making music. I’m going to share some of it out now and then.
This three-chord bluesy song – I Ain’t Moving (From My Easy Chair) — is no doubt inspired from some listening to John Prine and how he used humor in his songwriting. I was hoping to capture some of the oddities observations of the times, and the character’s sense of being alone and being left alone. I hope you’re OK.
I Ain’t Moving (From My Easy Chair)
Is it a Monday?
or is it a Sunday?
I seem to lose track of time
Is it morning?
Or is it evening?
I’m sure I’m losing my mind
No, I ain’t moving from my easy chair
tell the world, I disappeared
You can’t move me if I don’t care
tell the world that I disappeared
Is that a news show?
Is this a game show?
I don’t know the truth anymore
When home is the work site
and work is the home life
I pull the plug and shut the door
When the food is gone
and the cupboards bare
and I’ve chewed through every box that was there
Still I won’t go
I’m hanging on
I’ve got soup cans and dried beans somewhere
Peace (rocking it on the chair),