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  • Stumbled (Tumbled?) onto a great blog today: prettybooks. It’s a wonderful concept for a blog, filled with quality reviews of quality books and pictures of people reading. I knew I’d like her style when I read in her bio that she likes the smell of books(!). I sometimes get lost in dusty, forgotten sections of libraries (collections on tax records or government spending, for example) and just breathe. I find it an incredibly sexy smell; it’s the aroma of timelessness. Father Time probably wears a cologne that smells like aging pages and book bindings. Anyway, reading her blog inspired me to write a song about a boy who loves a bookish girl. I realize reading the lyrics now, the speaker is essentially a stalker—but I promise he’s a harmless one! He’s just trying to figure out how to be as exciting as a good book to this girl. Thanks for the inspiration prettybooks! I also want to give a shout-out to these other great book blogs: bookshelves and booklover. Check them out! Free downloads of this song are available here.

         Bookish Girl

    I saw you every day on the bus.
    I hoped you’d notice me,
    but your nose was always in a book.
    One day, I got off at your stop
    and followed you down that city block.
    When you walked in the library,
    I almost turned away;
    books just weren’t for boys like me.

    Do they have a book on you?
    Do they have a book on love?

    Well, I applied for a card,
    just so I could follow you in.
    I traced your steps from reference to fiction.
    Would you believe that for months
    I read every single book you touched?
    I’ve learned a lot—yes, I’ve grown wise—
    but I still don’t know how to tell you
    I wish you were mine.

    CHORUS

    Well, bookish girl, you’ve got it all:
    the smarts, the smile, and the beating heart.
    I could be any kind of lover you wish;
    a Dorian Gray, a Rhett Butler, or a Heathcliff.
    Ours could be a novel love,
    like a good book you can’t get enough of.

    CHORUS

    This post is for Eleni over at jackmegwhite, who writes: “I love Music, Jack White and Whiskey.” Those are three of my favorite things, too, so I’ll imagine she’s my girl behind the bar. In this narrative blues tune, I twist and make new the story of Robert Johnson selling his soul to the devil to learn to play the guitar; instead, the speaker in my song sells his soul to Jesus in exchange for a woman’s love. Enjoy!

         For the girl behind the bar

    Well, I was in Mississippi,
    and I went into a bar.
    I yelled, “‘Tender give me a whiskey,”
    as I took a seat.

    To my sweet surprise,
    a pretty little thing brought me my drink.
    And I said, “Hey, baby,
    why don’t you take a seat?”
    But she laughed as she walked away.

    So I took my shot
    and went up to the bar.
    And I said, “Hey, baby,
    what’s it gonna take?”

    She said, “Are you a God fearing man?”
    I thought, I could be if that’s what it takes
    to get in your pants.
    But I just grinned and said, “Baby,
    I ain’t afraid of nothing.”
    She said, “If I was yours,
    you’d be afraid to lose me.
    And a jealous man
    is the one who beats.”

    With that she turned away,
    And for the first time in my life I prayed.
    "Lord, lord, what will it take?"

    You know they say Robert sold his soul to the devil
    just to learn to play guitar.
    Well, I sold my soul to Jesus
    for the girl behind the bar. X2

    Oh, Devil, I miss you
    and all of your sweet sin.
    But I’d trade it all in
    to be in a Kingdom with her
    that never ends.

    This song is for Alex over at strawberriesandcigars. I like her blog, her taste in music, and her smile. This is a simple tune full of complicated feelings. Enjoy!

         Wonder

    Well, I’ve never met a girl quite like you before.
    You ain’t so tall, but you’re sharp and a bit unusual,
    and I’m beginning to like that you never say what I expect:
    the same old fluff about love eternal and how the heart never forgets.

    And I don’t know who hurt you but, Lord, praise him
    because your heart’s in two beautiful pieces; won’t you let me heal it?
    And if you say I’m not your type, I would agree with that.
    But your type’s never done so well in the past, so why not give mine a chance?

    And I bet you wonder why I wonder…X 2

    What it would be like to love a girl like you.
    One who ain’t so tall but stands so tall she fills the room.
    A girl so strong, she makes me quake with fear;
    a girl so far gone, I ain’t even sure if she’s here.

    And I bet you wonder why I wonder…X 2

    Tonight’s tune is for the self-declared “ordinary girl” over at suckkss. I started following this blog the other day for its quality image content, and then to my surprise, I got a message from the blogger—she approved of the CI project’s intent. I don’t know if she wanted to be the next muse, but I always assume the best; so I interrogated for details about her life—the wonderful details in the lyrics of this song—and despite all these things, she still described herself as ordinary. Well, call yourself what you may; but if you’re ordinary, then ordinary’s just what I need. Enjoy and thanks for the inspiration! — K.C.

         Ordinary

    When we met, you were tapping your toe in brand new boots.
    You told me you love the cold, and I wanted to touch your red lipstick.
    I could tell you were strong and kind, cause you gave me a chance.

    And I knew you were no Plain Jane,
    but you said, “I’m an ordinary girl, just like the rest.”
    But if you’re ordinary, then that’s just what I need.

    I picked you up at your place and saw you smile in the mirror on your way out the door.
    And we went for burgers and saw Breakfast at Tiffany’s at that drive-in theatre.
    And as our first date ended, I felt you shudder when I kissed your forehead.

    CHORUS

    And I like that smile, even when it’s  fake.
    Good intentions are behind every word you say,
    and now I intend to be good, too.
    Whatever it takes to be with a girl like you.

    CHORUS

    What has she done?

    Hi, friends. Seeking your input on my newest song. Gemma at gemz16 sent me these lovely words and challenged me to use them in a song:

    She sits alone, rain pours around her,
    her broken face is quite a picture.
    Holding back tears cause of what she’s done,
    she had no control, and she starts to run.

    I asked why she’s crying, and Gemma admitted the plot wasn’t clear to her when she penned these words. So, I thought I’d ask all of you: what has this girl done? Be creative; make up her crime! I may not discuss her mistake explicitly in the song lyrics, but I need to have a mistake in mind while I’m writing—to feel for for this girl.

    Proof

         A proof for a mathematically astute girl I know; it’s perfectly valid, though perhaps not sound:

    To enjoy life, we need a purpose.
    We find purpose in loving someone.

    From these premises, we can derive two logical arguments:

    I love you, thus I have a purpose.
    I have a purpose, thus I enjoy life.

    If you want to enjoy life, then you need a purpose.
    If you need a purpose, then you should love me.

    Don’t you want to enjoy life?

    The beautiful Rafaella at rawphaelah sent this awesome story to me. She said I could share it with all of you. Song incoming!

    The story is about two close friends that have known each other since high school started. The boy is very good looking, surfer, funny, polite etc, not a single girl can’t fall for him. His “ideal” girl is barbie-ish, blonde, tall, pretty, great body.. But the girl is the total opposite, she’s small, shy, lack of self-confidence, you get the picture. She has always been attracted to him but has always seen him as her good friend who gets it with loads of girls, he has always seen her as just a friend too. But this year, everything has changed, they’ve started to feel a mutual attraction for each other. The girl has never fallen in love, she has no clue what it feels like. But as the days past, she realises that the attraction she has for the boy is maybe a little bit more than just a physical attraction, as John Greene once said in a book he wrote “I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once” And that is just what happened to her. But she never told anyone, not even her close friends who are also the boy’s close friends. She’s too scared they will tell him and she knows he doesn’t feel the same and it will just make things awkward between them, and she certainly doesn’t want that because she adores him as a friend and doesn’t want to lose their friendship. One thing led to another and the two shared a few kisses and else one night, then another night, then another one again. But every time it happened the boy told her straight after that for a “unexplainable” reason he felt attracted to her, but he just wanted to stay friends. Meanwhile, their entourage keep on noticing how close they are to be just friends and jokingly ask them why they aren’t dating. Neither the boy or the girl ever answer. Only a few close friends know what has been going on with the girl and the boy recently but no one talks about it. One day, the girl’s best friend tells her that she is indeed in love with this boy but the girl denies it, love is surely more than that? How could she be in love with him, she knows how he is and the way he acts with girls, she knows all he wants to sleep around with girls. But then she realises that wherever she could be, even if it were the most horrible boring place, if he was there, she would be happy. And that’s when she realises she is indeed mad about him, he makes her happy, and she hasn’t been happy in a very long time before. Nobody knows if the boy feels the same way, he never makes his mind up. One day he’ll say he likes the girl, and the next she’s just a close friend. But he’s jealous when she flirts with other boys, especially when that other boy is a friend of his. Since their first kiss, they have a love/hate friendship, they can go from insulting each other for a stupid reason to cuddling and teasing each other the next hour. The boy has absolutely no clue that the girl is in love with him, and the girl has no clue what the boy really feels for her. Also, even though her closest friends tell her she’s in love with him, she denies it, she refuses to accept that, this is not who, or how she wanted to fall in love. But you can’t control feelings can you?

    (Sorry about the long essay)

    (And yes..I have lived this experience, I am in fact living it right now.)

    Signed, the girl. 

    For Rafaella at rawphaelah, in response to her story. Thank you for sharing with me, Rafaella. Followers, have you ever fallen into a love like this? Have you ever been stuck in the #friendzone, but it’s your own, stupid fault? Free downloads of this song are here (just enter $0 as the price). — Kavalier

         Feelings Like This

    He’s the boy of every girl’s dreams:
    you can take him home to mom; you can take him in your sheets.
    She’s beautiful in a small and shy way:
    she’s realer than the rest, not another bitch, Barbie.

    They’ve been friends for far too long.
    Love’s come upon them like sleep: slow, then all at once.
    They believe they control their feelings;
    but feelings like this, they control you.

    They try and play dumb, but they can feel the change.
    They deny it to their friends, say things are still the same.
    But how about that first kiss? And the second one, too?
    Is that something “just friends” do?
    CHORUS

    His mind flip flops like a fish on land,
    and she’s too scared to put the truth in his hands.
    They go back and forth between a laugh and a fight;
    they won’t admit that this happiness is right.
    CHORUS

    Clever girls look for clever boys
    but never seem to find them.
    Clever boys look for daft girls
    and find plenty.

    I don’t want a daft girl.
    I’ve retired from looking.
    I’m blindfolded, tied to a chair,
    waiting for a clever girl to find me.

    Tonight’s tune is for the beautiful Danielle at tobaccoblonde. When I asked her to be my muse, she suggested I read her poetry for lyric ideas. I soaked up her words greedily, especially her poem “body parts”. She wrote this poem about a (lucky) boy, but I played with the language to make it about her. Parts of her poem went into the verses, and I stared at pictures of her (blissfully) for inspiration on other lines. This recording is raw and grainy because it felt right. So right. Thanks for inspiring me, Danielle. Enjoy, everyone. — KC

         Who You Are

    There’s not one inch,
    not one part,
    not one speck on your body
    that tells me who you are.
    Not the hair that drapes your face,
    not your bones and tiny frame.
    It’s your words that tell me who you are.

    You say, “I’m your girl,”
    and I know the whole world
    couldn’t take you from me.

    No place I put my lips,
    my teeth,
    my fingertips
    tells me who you are.
    Not the way I know your shape,
    not the way that we escape.
    It’s your words that tell me who you are.
    CHORUS

    I can’t get the look of this girl out of my skull.
    She wears a sun dress like the sun shines for her.

    For the lovely Georgina at chromesk-ull. Ever since I saw her in that pineapple patterned sundress, I haven’t gotten her out of my skull. Free downloads (just enter $0 as price). Much love. — Kavalier Calm

         Girl In My Skull

    I can’t get the look of this girl out of my skull.
    She wears a sun dress like the sun shines for her.
    I can’t get the itch for this girl out of my hands.
    She flowers like no other spring blossom can.

    She vibrates in my bones.
    She’s the pressure in my blood.
    And I want her more than
    any boy should.

    I can’t get the shape of this girl out of my mind.
    She curves and she bends so fine.
    I can’t get the ache for the girl out of my lips.
    She wakes in me the need for a kiss.
    CHORUS

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    This song is for tonight’s muse, the lovely Alexis. It’s sexy, short, and sweet. Enjoy, everyone. Much love. — Kavalier Calm

         Alexis

    Alexis, I know you have another love,
    but I need to tell you
    if he don’t give you enough,
    I will.

    Alexis, I know you have another man,
    but I need to tell you
    if he don’t give you all he can,
    I will.

    And I know I shouldn’t assume,
    but I bet he don’t do
    what you need done.

    Girl at the bar: So are you here with anyone?
    Me: No. On purpose.
    Girl at the bar: What do you mean?
    Me: I had a feeling that if I came in here alone, I'd meet someone special.
    Girl at the bar: Have you?
    Me: You tell me.

         Feelings Like This

    He’s the boy of every girl’s dreams:
    you can take him home to mom; you can take him in your sheets.
    She’s beautiful in a small and shy way:
    she’s realer than the rest, not another bitch, Barbie.

    They’ve been friends for far too long.
    Love’s come upon them like sleep: slow, then all at once.
    They believe they control their feelings;
    but feelings like this, they control you.

    They try and play dumb, but they can feel the change.
    They deny it to their friends, say things are still the same.
    But how about that first kiss? And the second one, too?
    Is that something “just friends” do?
    CHORUS

    His mind flip flops like a fish on land,
    and she’s too scared to put the truth in his hands.
    They go back and forth between a laugh and a fight;
    they won’t admit that this happiness is right.
    CHORUS

    Free downloads here (just enter $0 as the price).

    (Source: crowdsourceinspiration, via crowdsourceinspiration)

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