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Middle age, which is scary, but brings a whole lot of wisdom. Becoming a parent gives you a completely new perspective on your own parents and your childhood, and all the things like birth order, or how your parents communicated (or didn’t communicate) that turned you into what you are now. But the flip side is that you can get to this point in your life and have all the same insecurities and fears that you had as a kid. Writing and singing my own songs without a band, in secret, was where I started, in middle and high school. Before I even had a four track cassette studio, I was overdubbing on a double cassette boombox. Returning to this kind of writing, I felt like I was having a conversation with that kid, checking in, seeing what had changed and what had stayed the same. And it’s interesting because the lyrics came after the music, and were somewhat inspired by how I put that track together. My daughter Willa had gotten this toy Barbie guitar that played chords and riffs depending on which button you hit. I was sitting in her room one morning just playing a little sequence of chords and I was like… wait…that’s a song. So I went upstairs and recorded the chords, pitched them correctly (they were a little flat for some reason), chopped them up and resampled them. I eventually got Willa to add some children’s chorus at the very end. I just wanted the song to really feel like this conversation between adult and kid versions of me.
lyrics
Used to be a little boy
Same age as my daughter
Brother’s records on the stereo,
Never thought about birth order
Family like an army
You grow up a good soldier
You put on your uniform
You march where you’re ordered
Don’t fall back
Or you gotta make it up
Don’t talk back
Don’t ever interrupt
Flashlight was a microphone
Mirror was the camera eye
Boombox was a studio
Nothing felt like a lie, lie, lie
And those were my best days
And that was really me
That boy is hiding somewhere
That boy wants to be free
Don’t look back
Unless you’re mind’s made up
Don’t turn back
Unless you’re ready to grow up
Don’t look back
Unless you’re mind’s made up
Don’t turn back
Unless you’re ready to grow up
Under stars in my back yard
Family’s all asleep
I can think about the next day
But I can’t get too deep
Half life down the drain
I’m acting so strange
What if nobody thought of me?
What if nobody came?
Don’t react
Or you’ll look like the weak one
Stick to facts
Leave the feelings to the children
Don’t react
Or you’ll look like the weak one
Stick to facts
Leave the feelings to the children
Leave the feelings to the children
Leave the feelings to the children
Leave the feelings to the children
Leave the feelings to the children
credits
released March 23, 2017
Special thanks to Mattel for the Barbie Rock N Royals Guitar
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