For your Saturday pleasure, here are lyrics to a brand-new song, “Cooky.” I haven’t been writing a whole lot for myself lately, but this is a fun one. -h
I was wrong
You were right
#$*%&# (Go on) you can spell it how you like
Common sense be damned, full speed a-
Head; conventions never were your thing
Type those pretty thoughts into the
Night
Talking hard
I used “proscribe,” you called me out
You know I love to argue, babe, I
Don’t take prisoners but I’ll fight you fair
Maybe I’m the lunatic you’re looking for…I don’t need to win, don’t ever walk away
From an honest debate
Hey, it doesn’t matter, doesn’t mean a thing
When did we stop having fun in here?
My Heart, I’m yours
And your sketchy spelling doesn’t change a thing about us
Trust me when I tell you…She
Doesn’t know
Your name – I didn’t tell her who was
Talking like a cookbook from the
Fifties, I just said you were a friend
Anonymous as ever
At my job
Slacking off
Can we sharpen wits without it being
Hurtful? God I hope so, kid
I need to feel we’re cool with repartee
Holding back holds us apart…Are you coming out tonight? I want to sing,
Run my hands through your hair
Your taste is like a tide that’s sweeping over me
When did this become a fight worth fighting?
Love, I’m yours
And your quiet, casting eyes don’t change a thing about usCowboys, Beastie Boys, crazy boys
All have a better claim on you than I can make my case for
Love, the dictionary has defeated me
We lost the battle, let’s win the warI wuz rong
U wer rite
U kan spel it how u lykeBecause I don’t need to win, don’t ever walk away
From an honest debate
Hey, it doesn’t matter, doesn’t mean a thing
When did we stop having fun in here?
My Heart, I’m yours
And your sketchy spelling doesn’t change a thing about us
Trust me when I tell you that
My Heart, I’m yours
And your sketchy spelling doesn’t change a thing about us