ValHalla Blues

Before I wrote stories, I wrote screenplays. And before I wrote screenplays, I wrote lyrics. I hadn't written lyrics in quite a while and I don’t have a songwriting partner to set them to music these days, but I guess you could say for better or worse, I found some recent inspiration on a couple of the more popular talk shows. I heard a certain old favorite band discussing their desire to work on new material after their current tour. Somehow I doubt they'd be interested in this one, but I'm going to share it anyway. When I call them an old favorite, I mean it. I loved this band and thought their lead singer was about the coolest dude to walk the planet. Now, I see him as more of a cautionary tale. Sometimes getting old can be a real bitch, even for a former blond rock god named Dave.

Ol' Dave's a raggedy scarecrow with a painted on smile,

Been ridden too hard for many a mile

Back in the day, he was somethin’. Sent them crows on the wing.

These days his heart may be in it, but that boy just can’t sing

Now he’s shuckin’ and jivin’, flappin’ in the breeze,

But me, I ain’t buyin’ none o’ that high dollar cheese

I’ll stick to my old discs, this new stuff, it blows.

Call me mean if you like, but e'body knows.

He’s slidin’ and kickin’, got them slick dancin’ shoes

But every sour note sounds like them Valhalla Blues

He’s jumpin’ and spinnin’, in his slick dancin’ shoes

But every song sounds like them Valhalla Blues