I wrote this tune called “Paper Mache” and I’m trying to remember where I wrote it

and the circumstances but I have absolutely no idea when or where this song came about.  This is troubling because my mental filing system lumps songs written in a particular city, surrounding a particular event or around a certain time into the same category and that comes in handy when you are piecing your setlist together on the fly.  I know for sure it’s like about a month or two old…

I find that when I write tunes it isn’t so much about getting something out

that I have been thinking about but more the process of finding out what exactly I am thinking about if that makes sense…  I think they call that “tapping into the subconscious” in the biz…

There’s a little venom in the words but I assure you it’s all in good fun.  That’s Shawn Drake singing harmony and taking the whistling solo.

Also, for the obligatory show plug, I’m playing Montmartre on Thursday (12/4) with the new band.  Should be rad.  We are playing all new tunes.


Here are the lyrics:

Call my number point the gun I’m under

Well I’m late what can I say

You’re always acting like I’m distracted

Well I ain’t I got nothin’ to say

The world is at a disappointed age

It’s growing old and knows it can’t sustain

I know you’re tryin’ to help but you’re just in the way

Now we’ll fall to bits like wet paper mache

Endless winters and whiskey dinners

I’ve heard this story before

Old bad habits are just automatic

so please would you hold my hands

I got tired of chasing you around

So I’m cuttin’ off my legs to settle down

I was tryin’ to help and just got in the way

Now we’ll fall to bits like wet paper mache