100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (Nothing Romantic to Say) (C) 1998, 2017
"Sometimes you have to take a step back to take a bigger step forward."
At the bottom, of that Haunted Highway 49, I look at where I used to live. It was
1997-1998, I was killing myself with drug use and alcoholism. I kept everything from
back then. This is one of many tales from that time.
...and a cat started visiting me everyday. How dare that cat interrupt my sadness!
In a short while I thought that perhaps that cat was somehow, something like, a protective angel.
Sometimes I thought that the cat had you in him. One of my fondest memories of you was when our pet cat actually came into the water at the beach when you called her.
One day during my drunken wisdom, of trying to figure it all out, I thought of something astounding. Men are like dogs. They are too stupid for their own good. Women are like cats. They are too smart for their own good. You never see cats trying to hump anything and everything. You can call a dog and naively the dog will come vulnerably. Cats don't come when you call. Seems one has to act a certain way to get their attention.
One day I heard the cat screaming. I looked outside my window. I saw him running from another cat.
I felt I owed something to the cat. The cat was challenged defending himself because he had no balls and no balls.
When I saw the cat again I gave him a pep talk. Told him if he had the heart he could defeat any cat. "You still have your teeth, and can jump."
The following day the cat brought me a dead squirrel.
On one of those last phone calls to you. I wanted to say anything that would mean something. My words wouldn't come out right. Maybe they never did with you.
Being inspired by that cat; it didn't take long for me to write lyrics
Later when I was in a band that never left the trailer park, guitar and drum track and vocals were added. (Story for another time).
click to hear me performing this song in 2014
At the bottom, of that Haunted Highway 49, I look at where I used to live. It was
1997-1998, I was killing myself with drug use and alcoholism. I kept everything from
back then. This is one of many tales from that time.
...and a cat started visiting me everyday. How dare that cat interrupt my sadness!
In a short while I thought that perhaps that cat was somehow, something like, a protective angel.
Sometimes I thought that the cat had you in him. One of my fondest memories of you was when our pet cat actually came into the water at the beach when you called her.
One day during my drunken wisdom, of trying to figure it all out, I thought of something astounding. Men are like dogs. They are too stupid for their own good. Women are like cats. They are too smart for their own good. You never see cats trying to hump anything and everything. You can call a dog and naively the dog will come vulnerably. Cats don't come when you call. Seems one has to act a certain way to get their attention.
One day I heard the cat screaming. I looked outside my window. I saw him running from another cat.
I felt I owed something to the cat. The cat was challenged defending himself because he had no balls and no balls.
When I saw the cat again I gave him a pep talk. Told him if he had the heart he could defeat any cat. "You still have your teeth, and can jump."
The following day the cat brought me a dead squirrel.
On one of those last phone calls to you. I wanted to say anything that would mean something. My words wouldn't come out right. Maybe they never did with you.
Being inspired by that cat; it didn't take long for me to write lyrics
Later when I was in a band that never left the trailer park, guitar and drum track and vocals were added. (Story for another time).
click to hear me performing this song in 2014
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