I'm still trying to make my worst songs work. In the 12-step of bad song writing, the first step may be taking responsibility, but the first stage is denial, where I am. I'm just starting to think my stuff might be hopelessly awful no matter what I do. I think I might have to start a Help thread for my worst songs--isn't realising you need help usually the first step?

   The stuff I do for kids I don't care, I'm shameless. Tune of Stormy weather--Don't know why, I've got no room left for pie, turkey dinner, have to wait until I'm feeling thinner, I've got no room for pi-ie.

   Or my vegetarian version of "Blackbird" which simply adds a verse--Turkey missing on thanksgiving day, take those turkey legs and run away, hey hey hey, turkey turns up missing on thanksgiving day, etc.

   But even my most serious songs have the same dopey quality--I can't do anything else. I'll put up this blues tune, but I'm not ready to post my recent masterpiece Lost River Town. I still believe it might be okay, somehow. Perhaps some paradigm shift in culture and a re-alignment of the spheres will occur, giving it's badness a positive charge.

This is my powerful, emotionally charged epic poem about economic theory.

You like to cook
I like to eat
Let's get out our day-planners and find someplace to meet
With your culinary enterprise and my appetite
we could really I think go somewhere
Your bedroom smells like fresh-baked bread, honey
What's going on in there?

You like to work
And I like to watch you do it
We have this natural affinity--don't mis-construe it
We could be greater than our sum together--not be null or voided
This easy life is a hard life honey--maybe that's why you avoid it
So be nice (to me)
And before you say what you were gonna say, think twice (at least)

You like to clean
I like to make the mess
I predict our day will come, then history will tell the rest
I'm a man of vision, hate to have to say so myself
Don't pull the rug from out from under me
Don't put me on a shelf

O' my America, O' my newfound land!
Someday you'll discover me, half-buried in your sand
And you can look up longer, longer than I ever can look down
But look I'm always doing push-ups, all you've got to do is keep the count (keep the count)
   
    My best and worst songs are the same few songs, this kind of stuff.