How To Be Forlorn

by Jim Allen

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1.
Why do you put up with me? I'd like to know With my snoring, my kidneys stones and vertigo I'm falling apart, falling apart these days Why do I put up with you? I ask the same But I won't list your ailments or give out your name You're falling apart, falling apart these days We're running on empty Running out of steam We've both lost our paddles As we head down-stream At least I'm falling apart with you Oh, why do we put up with us? Ashes to ashes and dust to dust We're falling apart, falling apart these days Whistle Interlude We're running on empty Running out of steam We've both lost our paddles As we head down-stream At least I'm falling apart with you Oh, why do we put up with us? Ashes to ashes and dust to dust We're falling apart, falling apart these days We're falling apart, falling apart these days
2.
Yesterday was cold and the shades of brown Gave no sign of a coming spring And the water dripped from gutters clogged with leaves And she knows her time is coming and she fears the Unknown things around the corner And her friends have left a long, long time ago So she called the number that was written on a Placemat of her kitchen table It was a table, set for two And they came and rescued Vera from the prison that She used to think of as her home Now, she's not alone
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Murmuration 03:46
A thousand times a thousand Feathery flocks begin to rise Dusk is ripe with anticipation For the coming murmuration School of fish in the air They ebb and flow in the skies To release pent up frustration They become the murmuration I feel so small in all the splendor A miracle before my eyes I wipe them off in adoration For this murmuration
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Alarm goes off at 6:00 AM I begin my routine Say hello to my little friend Mr. Coffee Bean On the road by 7:00 AM I drive in real slow I take all the back roads cause that's Just the way that I go Just the way that I go now Just the way that I go I take all the back roads cause that's Just the way that I go At the office by 8:00 AM I punch in the clock Look at appointments and emails To see what's in stock Then I go get some water And drink it real slow Then I go get some work done That's just the way that I go Just the way that I go now Just the way that I go Then I go get some work done That's just the way that I go Excel spreadsheets, all day long I use pivot tables cause I got it going on I got my phone on silent So I can't hear it buzz I don't get no raises But nobody does Why do I stay here? The pace is so slow But that's how I like it It's just the way that I go Just the way that I go now Just the way that I go Just the way that I go now Just the way that I go
5.
At The Citgo 02:29
It was his last three bucks from his last paycheck He spent it all that night at the Citgo It was her last half hour on the graveyard shift On a Friday night at the Citgo He bought the last corn dog from the roller grill And a scratch-off there at the Citgo She had a major crush on the corn dog dude With the scratch-off there at the Citgo She said I'm closing soon Mr. Corn Dog Dude I will turn off these lights at the Citgo He winked as he scratched All five items matched Oh, the plans that they hatched at the Citgo But they were caught unawares As they planned their affairs These two-thousandaires at the Citgo The gunmen broke in and stole all from within Including the hopes that they had at the Citgo This is the tale that they tell to their two grandkids As they swing down to the old Citgo
6.
Antique Man 01:56
In a cinder-block building in east Tennessee Sits an antique shop filled to the brim Tended by someone who's just as forgotten As all the things gathered by him As frail as the nails that hold up rusty pails He shuffles a path out the door Cause the crush of the gravel outside of the place Means he won't be alone anymore While I pondered tight places with glass and ceramics As far as dim light would allow He chatted my wife up outside in the sunshine Pausing to wipe off his brow He said off the cuff that there's not enough stuff To fill up the void in his heart And when she died, her leaving him Had torn his worlds apart In a cinder-block building in east Tennessee Sits an antique shop closed long ago All of the knick-knacks and books out of print Have been taken too... Where? Nobody knows
7.
Suzanne, marry me. Marry me today Suzanne, don't let me be the one that got away No John, I cannot wed. Listen to what I say No John, I cannot wed. I cannot wed today Suzanne, marry me or I must move along Suzanne, marry me. Marry me 'fore I'm gone No John, I cannot wed and you must move along No John, I cannot stand you droning on an on
8.
Crazy Days 02:08
Do you remember back in '92 It took all summer long? Back then we rode our bicycles From Virginia to Oregon And I remember back in '94 We flew our bikes to France And though we planned we also Lived by the seat of our cycling pants Those were some crazy days We had our crazy ways And now I'm crazy here with you Remember Marlboro Miles we ripped From packs collected on our hikes? We even combed the roadsides And filled up the panniers on our bikes Remember back in Y2K We finally did tie the knot? We wore our matching sweaters from The cigarettes we never bought Those were some crazy days We had our crazy ways And now I'm crazy here with you Instrumental Those were some crazy days We had our crazy ways And now I'm crazy here with you We were two crazy kids Those crazy things we did And now I'm crazy here with you
9.
The best laid plans, sometimes they go astray That don't mean you shouldn't make 'em Even if the blues refuse to go away Though you try your best to shake them The river get high, high, high Spirits get low, low, low The river get high, high, high Spirits get low, low, low Eyes and ears and heart, you keep them open Giving hands and mind stay open too What you want for you, provide to others In God's good time it all come back to you The river get high, high, high Spirits get low, low, low The river get high, high, high Spirits get low, low, low
10.
Funkulele 52 02:30
Bom diggy da bom bom diggy Bom diggy da bom bom diggy diggy

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Collection of songs from February Album Writers Month 2018 (FAWM) featuring ukulele and other assorted instruments

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released April 5, 2021

Jim Allen

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Jumping Jimmy Allen Cincinnati, Ohio

I love to make music and I store it here and on youtube under the same name. Most of my music will include ukulele, but I like to add other tracks of simple percussion, glockenspiel, keyboard, trombone, etc. Thank you for having a listen!

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