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