Hi all, well here is a new song actually inspired by current conversations going on round at our house. My wife, you see, is approaching a delicate milestone birthday in the New Year. As a result she is acting very odd...
A conversation in bed the other morning centred around her deciding she was going to write a bucket list. What for, says I, you're not dying. Doesn't matter says she, this birthday is making me think I won't be round forever and I want to live more for the moment...make a mark, y'know.
She'd been on Google and had come up with all these supposedly thrilling and quite frankly outrageous ideas - skydiving, climbing Sydney Bridge (what!), scuba diving with sharks, and other such bollocksy notions. How come they all involve danger? says I. But she's pretty much ignored my protestations for now.
So what else was left to do but write a song and keep out of her way. She might calm down in a bit.
Anyway I'll let you know if we're still married after said birthday events have concluded!
So here's my attempt at self-therapy, which I hope you'll enjoy:
https://soundcloud.com/michael-a-duffy/bucket-listerLyrics:Bucket ListerThe conveyor belt of life
Moves us on and that's not nice
On the ride towards the end
Oh no
As we grumble in the dark
See you want make a mark
Not something I comprehend
Oh no
There's something good on the telly
The sofa’s calling
CHORUS
No need to take me climbing
Up the Sydney Bridge
No need for bungee jumping
Off Kilimanjaro ridge
Don't need to go sky diving
To feel that I have lived
Dear bucket lister
Just take your sister
Not meScuba diving with the sharks
Trekking through safari parks
On a high wire between trees
Oh no
How about Southend on Sea?
On two deck chairs, you and me
Fish and chips and mushy peas
Let's go
And we can stroll on the promenade
If it's not raining
M8
Now that's excitement
A scrabble triple word score
And that's contentment
A well organised sock drawer