Hi, all:

It’s been a bit. I have been somewhat unengaged from music making these past few months . . . a combined lack of motivation and inspiration. But thankfully I have the occasional collaborator that helps keep my hand in the game, so to speak.

Christian sent me this mix a couple of weeks back and asked me to pen the lyrics. I’m not sure where they come from . . . they are a bit dark . . . and weird. But the “She’s a killer” line came to me as I mumbled some words along with the music (my usual writing process), and I followed where it led.

I don’t have the mix elements handy . . . I’ll have to ask Christian to post the BIAB backing tracks separately, so stay tuned on that. But here’s the song and the lyrics:

The song:

KILLERS

The lyrics:

Polly plays piano down at Miller’s Lake
An old folks home, they tap their feet to stay awake
She serves them homemade brownies every time she breaks
And someone aways wants for two
All the aides adore Miss Polly, ain’t she sweet
She plays her lullabies and sings old souls to sleep
She’s a killer

Jackie works from nine to five down at the docks
Listens to Mozart when he doesn’t wanna rock
Plays with kids on Sundays all around the block
Hey, don’t you know they think he’s cool
He’s got a laugh that makes you wonder how you cry
The neighbors think he’s such an ordinary guy
But he’s a killer

Billy’s just another bully’s little [*****]
He’s scores the grades but bullies don’t think much of it
They keep on ragging him they’re gonna find real quick
Don’t take much to learn you’re schooled
He’s got a smile that makes them think he’ll acquiesce
But push that mile, they’ll understand what they don’t yet
He’s a killer