I heard some crap my son was listening to the other day and told him “when I was a boy…”
You all know how the rest goes, I’m sounding like my father.

So here’s a quick song about how musical tastes change as you get older, or is it just that you become deaf?
Thanks Jacinda for the poppy piano and inspiration.

This is song 22 of the next 365 decibels left in my hearing.
I know its the second one today, but I’m away from the studio tomorrow so I thought I’d slip one in. (I do have a life!@#)
Scomber

Hey, here’s the words;

On my Way (Backseat doof doof woman)

We used to date until you went too far
with euro doof doof from your foreign car
But that was when
and I realized to this day
you weren’t my back seat woman
cause the woofers in our way
I’m sick and tired of the rhythms that you pay
you better get back Jack
and suck your eckky
cause I’m on my way

I’m on my way

Thats when our love turned into history
We couldn’t blame it on some symphony
or Stevie Wonder or biology
or Jimi Hendrix with some pharmacy

But that was the day
I left you on the ground
you had your pants half down
and a sweat right on your pretty frown

I’m on my way

We used to listen to Grateful Dead
and play The Doors until our noses bled
you showed me Thriller underneath your bed
and shed a tear when Cobain was dead

ohhhh

Your on your way (his way)
and its there to stay
I’m here to say

Well I may be old!
but the beat is just the same!
though my ears are wearing older
your father used to say
But that was when
I realized yesterday
your not my back seat woman
with a blow dry in my way
I’m sick and tired of new rhythms that you play
you better get back Jack
catch up with Becky
cause I’m on my way

I’m on my way
I’m on my way
Have a nice day

Scomber 2009
asongaday 22_365