Southpaw

G Em
I was talking to yer boy the other day
Just to see what kinda things he had to say
Try and test this idealmetababygrrl complex
C
And make sure you really are the best

But I already knew about yer long brown hair
And I already knew about yer piercing stare
But most of all I already knew this one thing grrl
The fact that you exist made me feel better about the world

D Em C G
Southpaw when you move yer body like that
Southpaw, you give me a hrrt attack
With robotic precision in yer laser gun
Yer trying to tell me I ain't the one

D Em C
But aw naw kitten, yer wrong
Aw naw kitten, yer wrong
Aw naw kitten, yer wrong
Aw naw kitten, yer

This crazy little computer program pops up in my head
Where I test erry impossible permutation of who's laying in yer bed
I can't help but think about you erry minute of erry day
So come on please meet me half way

G C
Now southpaw I ain't no kinda scrub
I'm pretty all right myself
I'm the kinda boy you could take home to yer mama
Put my picture on yer shelf
I'd lay in yer bed in my dreams
I'd lay in yer bed in my dreams
I'd lay in yer bed in my dreams
I'd lay in yer bed in my dreams
So southpaw come on grrl
Southpaw that ain't right
Southpaw who are you fooling
Tonight?
I'd lay in yer bed in my dreams
I'd lay in yer bed in my dreams
I'd lay in yer bed in my dreams
If I ever had any control over what happened in my dreams


Southpaw

© Sean Nolan 2010

Hugz 'n' kissiz,
Sean

I Rly ♥ Pretty Grrls

I was having some fun with this song again today. Added other instruments and things. Turns out I can't sing in key or play things in rhythm. Also I'm bad at the bass. Oops!! (I think you can only hear the song if you're signed into some kind of Google thing like gmail).

I ♥ Pretty Grrls Way More Than I ♥ Croatia Trying To Get Into The E.U.

Hugz 'n' kissiz,
Sean

Senorita

G C

Maquiladoras lined the Texas border
Of the town where you grew up
Yer daddy had a tequila still in yer back yard
And he wouldn't let any boys see ya

Oh senorita...

You gotta be careful with assholes
Because they might just be a genius
And I hope when I act like an asshole
It's because I'm a genius

Oh senorita...

At night you'd go out dancing
And all the boys just wanted to touch you
But I was content to watch yer body move
In the dim light of the cantina

Oh senorita...

So I'll act like an asshole
Just to prove that I'm a genius
And those boys there sure are assholes
But I don't think any of them's a genius

Oh senorita...

Amaj7ish Fmaj7ish
And the night starts to dim down
As the sun sets over the Rio Grande
And I'll sneak outside yer room
But yer daddy's making tequila neath the moon

Emaj7ish Fmaj7ish Gmaj7ish Fmaj7ish
I tell myself Imma wait outside till all the lights go out
But I trip and I fall, and you turn on every damn light in the house

F#mish Fmaj7ish
Yer daddy runs inside
And comes out holding his gun
Screams out, "Boy I'm gonna kill ya!"

F#mish G#mish Aish
But I'm already on the run
Yeah I'm already on the run

G C
I don't know if I'll ever see ya
Seems like the gates of Heaven are between us
But I'll never forget the way yer body moved
In the pale light of the cantina

Oh senorita...

And yer daddy sure is an asshole
But I ain't much of a genius
And I'm sorry I acted like an asshole
But yer daddy, he's the meanest

Oh senorita...


Senorita

© Sean Nolan 2010

I forced myself to use weird chords and change the keys. Unfortunately, I don't really know how to sing to that. I tried, but I'm pretty sure I didn't do a good job at it. I still like the song though.

Git low, baby grrl,
Hugz 'n' kissiz,
Sean

When Even The Stars Of Jersey Shore Are Having Existential Crises: I'm Fucked

Capo 6th Fret

C F

I've been spending a lot of time wondering
About how it feels to kiss a pretty girl on the lips
I guess it's something I've done before in some other lifetime or something
But it seems like I won't ever again

I've been spending a lot of time wondering
About the positives and negatives of being alive
And I know it's completely fucked up
But it usually just leaves me wanting to die

G F C
Oh mama, come wake me up
Oh mama, come wake me up

It's hard to know which things are right
But it's easy to know everything I do is wrong
I don't even have the courage to talk to my friends or parents
And when even the stars of Jersey Shore are having existential crises: I'm fucked

Every positive quality I ever had
Is just a negative quality in disguise
I'm selfish and cowardly and I can't do this anymore...
...

Oh mama, come wake me up
Oh mama, come wake me up

I just wanted to love somebody
I don't care if anybody loves me


When Even The Stars Of Jersey Shore Are Having Existential Crises: I'm Fucked


© Sean Nolan 2010

Sorry about the bad words,
It's poison kids, my bad,
Hugz 'n' kissiz,
Sean