The blogger at christiannolen14requested a song for his girlfriend. He said: “She has depression and I want her to know I’ll make every day better than the last.” Let her know, friend, with this song and with words of your own. Free downloads (just enter $0 as the price) are available here. Much love. — Kavalier Calm
Tonight’s song “Reflex” is for Katy at can-i-waste-all-your-time. She told me she’s in a love that she shouldn’t be in, but she can’t help herself. You could say she responds to this boy like a reflex, like cause and effect…Thanks for inspiring me, Katy. Enjoy listening, friends. Much love. — Kavalier Calm
Tonight’s song “Love on Hold” is in response to three wonderful song requests. The blogger at lastwinterat-thebeach said, “you should try writing a song about making a difficult love work.” The blogger at shufflespheres told me a story of unrequited love and asked that I write about the pain, a “pain that I perhaps should leave behind,” using minor and major sections (A minor for verses, relative C major for chorus). And my dear muse Sarah at miss-sarah-louise-dances challenged me to write about “patience vs. impatience” and “how difficult it is to wait for what we want.” Thanks for the lovely requests, and thanks for listening everyone. Much love. — Kavalier Calm
This tune is for the lovely Erin Catherine Dorothy. She said, “I’m looking to find freedom from the tiny confined town I live in.” I understand that feeling, Erin, and when you leave, I want to go with you. I’m not at home, so I could only record this with my laptop’s junky internal microphone…and a child-sized guitar I found with only three strings. Perfect. Enjoy, friends. — Kavalier Calm
You Want To Live
Well, you want out of this small town. You want to show everyone the world is round. Even if the edge is a cliff, you want to live.
And I want to live with you.
You think you were born at the wrong time. You dream of better decades as you sigh. Even if this age would be missed, you want to live.
Tahlia at wo-nder-land asked that I write a song about traveling to Wonderland. I did go there, once, and then I wrote this. — Kavalier Calm
Alice Is My Wonderland
I’m going to begin at the beginning and go on till I come to the end: then stop.
I thought love had gone the way of the Dodo; there was no winning the chase—oh, no. But her potion begged: “DRINK ME”, and now I fit in the door to her heart like a key.
Oh, Alice is my Wonderland.
Lonely hatters and hares drink mad tea; some speak in riddles, and others fall asleep. And I don’t know how a raven is like a writing desk, but I know she paints my roses red. REFRAIN
I can’t go back to yesterday before I met her; I was a different boy when I fell in this rabbit hole. Which way I ought to go depends on where I want to get to. Well, wherever Alice is is where I want to go.
Curiouser like a grin without a cat. The Queen yells, “Off with his head!”—but where’s it at? I’m late, I’m late, for a very important date. I hope I won’t live a mock turtle’s fate. REFRAIN
I give myself good advice, but never follow it! A mile high above the court—she is dismissed. Like smoke from a hookah or the Queen of Hearts’ tarts, she’s good and guilty of stealing my heart! REFRAIN CHORUS
I made a quick video when I was recording “Last Minute Love” last night. Some of you listeners have asked to see the process and me, so I’ll try to do this more often. CI is a faceless project—for some reasons that are silly and some that are artistically reasonable—so this is the most of me you’ll get. I hope you all enjoy the song. :)
I asked Devina at oh-that-indie-kid if she’d be my latest muse, and she agreed. I asked her what was unique about her that deserved a song, and she told me she is a very talkative girl. I thought about my favorite way to quiet a girl who is talking too much, and wrote this song. I decided to make a video for this posting because some of you have asked to see me. Well, here is most of me. Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out how to splice in the video of my playing the piano. Thanks for inspiring me, Devina. Enjoy, friends. — Kavalier Calm
She Talks, I Hear
Well, I know a girl who talks too much. Everyone around her begs her to hush. All her opinions are based on her dreams; she says facts are not what they seem.
And she talks, and she talks, and she talks.
When you listen to her words flow in a stream, you can’t help but wonder if she ever breathes. Politics, art, the true value of cake— around her no topic is safe.
And she talks, and she talks, and she talks. And I hear, and I hear, and I hear. Until I’ve had it up to here, until I silence her with my mouth: one kiss to swallow those words and swallow her doubts.
Well, she tells a joke like it’s a race: the punch line comes sudden to hit you in the face. And if a moment calls for quiet—for grave respect— she won’t hold her tongue, you can bet. REFRAIN
The other team falls asleep when she’s at a debate, and she’s forbidden a podium in thirty-seven states. The deaf are grateful when they learn she exists, and she’s on the library’s Most Wanted List. REFRAIN CHORUS
Here’s song #2 in response to the requests I received last week in this post. It’s a song about going back to a high school reunion and trying to reconnect with an old flame. Reunions sound dreadful to me, but it made a good song topic. I stretched to fit in these disparate requests, but lyrical stretching in some ways makes for more believable stories. Real life is odd, after all. I devote this song to these bloggers for their great requests (which I likely answered in an unexpected way): im-a-real-hipster answered: “Write about graduating from middle school or high school, and how you’ll keep those people in your heart, but you know you have to move on”; listen91 answered: “A Green Hotel Room” (which made me think of Loudon Wainwright III’s Motel Blues); purplebloodedmajesty answered: “ MOTHMAN”; and smashbrotherhood answered: “Pirates and Lasers”. Some listeners have requested that I put up more videos of my playing, so if you want, you can watch me perform this song on YouTube here. Thanks for listening, friends, and please keep putting in requests. — Kavalier Calm
Green Hotel Room
When the invitation came I cringed, but I sent the RSVP “Yes” in hopes that I’d see you again. When they sat us down by last name, I knew you’d be right beside me, as you’d been from kindergarten to 12th grade. You said, “How’ve you been?” And I held back a grin; I was glad to have you in my sights again. We ignored the Class President’s speech, held our hands over our mouths to hide the laughing. And I knew I’d confess: I never fell out of love with you.
Our old classmates addressed us as a pair; they remembered those cartoons we drew about The Mothman and Pirates and Lasers. They remembered we were class clowns, but they didn’t know that we got around when no one was looking. They didn’t know that my favorite thing to draw was you without your clothes on. You weren’t Best Smile, and I wasn’t Best Eyes; you weren’t Most Likely To Succeed, and neither was I. But I confess: I never fell out of love with you.
“So listen I’ve got this green hotel room, and I’d like to remember you. Yeah, wait ‘til you see this place. I know you’ll think it’s funny. The green wall paper is right out of the 70s. Oh, you have a date. I thought you came alone. Oh, you have a husband, and you have two kids. Well, I was just kidding. Tricked you again just like old times. Yeah, the wall paper in my hotel room ain’t even green.” And I confess to nothing.
Hi, my name’s KC. I write songs inspired by the things I see and people I meet on the internet. Ask, and I’ll write a song just for you. About anything you like. Really. Don’t be shy; it’ll be fun, I swear.