Sunday, December 3, 2017

Song: "Happy Hour Made Me Unhappy"

This one was originally a poem, but it seemed to cry out for music to accompany it, so I turned it into a song.  I suppose it's a bit of a murder ballad, but it's not technically a ballad.  The singer of the song should definitely have just DTMFA, as Dan Savage would say (Google it if you don't know), and gone on Tinder.  Instead, he's going to jail.  You can check out the MP3 here.  Really, this stuff is much more fun and cheaper than therapy.  The lyrics are below.  It's the same deal as always.  If you like a song, then feel free to cover it if you're in a band or whatnot.  I love to hear covers of my songs, so please let me know about your version.  If you start making money, then send me a check/we can work out a deal.  Similarly, if you want to use a song for your Youtube video or whatnot, then just let me know.  It's usually fine by me unless it's a commercial product or whatnot (and then it's likely fine as well--I just want my cut).  Find out first though.  Write me at wredfright ATATAT yahoo DOTT com.

Oh, happy hour made me unhappy.
Caught my baby sitting in someone's lap.
She said it was just a friendly kiss. Aren't they all?
But I think there's more to it than this.

My baby gets up early to go to work.
Why's she spending so much time with that dumb jerk?
My love, I hardly see her as it is.
I like to see her immediately after the close of biz.

Happy hour made me unhappy.

Instead, I saw her and him locking lips.
Instead, I saw her and him shaking hips.
She said he's just a coworker who happens to be a friend.
But I think for us this is the end.

She's always whispering in her cell phone.
She's always going places all alone.
I snooped.  Who was this person in my bed?
The texts I read on her phone made me go red.

I dropped by the bar early to surprise.
When I got there, I could not believe my two eyes.
At first, I thought maybe I was just seeing double.
But it was just my love turned to rubble.

By the time the police arrived to break me from my bubble.
It was too late.  There had been some trouble.
I murdered them both for a nightcap.
Oh, sometimes happy hour isn't such a laugh.

Happy hour made me so very unhappy.

Written July 2017
Recorded September 2017

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