Call Me Ishmael

I’ve been away for the last week, so I’m taking a break from Moby-Dick today.

I spent the first part of my trip at a wedding. Being happily married myself, weddings these days often make me think about the difficult and confusing relationships of our college and post-college years. I wrote the following song about a friend. She had broken up with her sort-of-mean boyfriend, and jumped right into another relationship with a guy she knew was kind of a jerk, and being aware of her misstep and taking it anyway was a confusing moment for her. I never knew what to tell her because I wasn’t doing anything more intelligent with my love life at the time. Here’s to happier days.

Bigger, Brighter Eyes

Take me for my advice,
And I never had any twice,
And I roll right through the out of sight —
Take me, for any vice.

Nothing to idolize —
Dogs prancing through summer skies,
And you left your Bambi for bigger, brighter eyes;
Best in show: the Poodle prize.

Did you compromise?

(c) and (p) 2002 Patrick Shea
Words and music written by Patrick Shea Winter 2002
All parts performed, arranged, and recorded by Patrick Shea Spring 2007