Bitch & Barter
With astonishing frequency I have been the sounding board for male friends who have left or have contemplated leaving a committed relationship. The lyrics are an amalgamation of their shared expressions of frustration and angst, cruelly pasted onto a rather sexy Latin beat.
Words & music by: Simon Climie/Dennis Morgan (ASCAP)
Can’t Get Started
I began writing this on a gray, bone chilling February morning in Philadelphia. Friends and family contributed to this lengthy list of excuses we use to avoid getting things done.
I started writing this when I was 19 during a bicycle trip across the US with a group of a dozen cyclists. In a small town in Eastern Oregon we were invited by a stranger to camp overnight on his front lawn. Mysteriously, much of the experience stuck in my memory. The imagery is about how we turn things over in our heads.
Cricket in the Car
The insect, the sport, and women who are nicknamed “Cricket” are all referenced here. There are many trivial connections, and tidbits of humor, but it is really a song about control, tolerance, and modes of transportation.
End of the Rainbow
A midlife crisis song where I shoehorned as many big issues into 5 minutes as I possibly could. Unresolved questions began accumulating during my 20s & 30s and then hit me all at once as I was heading over the hill.
Goodbye is All We Have
Words & Music by Sarah Siskind
© Pedestrian Publishing (BMI)
GPS in Jesus
I was astounded when I read this story in the newspaper. It all took place in the town of Wellington, Florida. They took special measures to retrieve a baby Jesus statue that kept disappearing from the manger scene in town.
Here Triple Grande
You know the drill, now step up & order something tasty! My fantasy is to step into my local coffee shop some day & hear this tune piped in as I order.
Tolerance is a virtue. Here’s the antithesis of “Cricket in the Car”. It is a nod to all of the people working cheerfully out on the road, who are able to find joy in small, unexpected events.
If you’ve been watching news programming at all, you’ll know why I’m whining all the way through the song. I’m discouraged by the barriers governments build around their nations and the walls people build around their pet ideologies. How ‘bout some bridges, people?
Tweets from Tortville (or "ATLA Shrugged”)
A personal injury version of the three tenors. Take whichever side you want, and appreciate the occasional moments of harmony amidst a cacophony of competing melodic interests.
I began writing the lyrics a few days after the suicide of someone who was near & dear to our family. It is about the vulnerability of feeling alone in one’s grief and then hearing an invitation from others to be healed.