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I Think I Already Wrote About This Song

The last time I listened to this John Mayer album was quite a while ago. Even now, I find it unendingly musical, catchy, and clever. The lyrics and melodic lines seem to coalesce so completely, it’s as if one formed the other, neither one coming first. Furthermore, I identify with his subjects, I envy his musical talent, and through my own struggles with writing music, respect what he has done. I can see why people are not as happy with the second album; but I think it is simply because his freshman effort was a bit of a jewel. If he made another just like it, people would get huffy about him not “evolving,” but since he has changed things, people get alienated. Ahh, the tough life of making music.

My Stupid Mouth, John Mayer

My stupid mouth,
Has got me in trouble.
I said too much again
To a date over dinner yesterday
And I could see she was offended.
She said well anyway …
Just dying for a subject change.

Oh, it’s another social casualty
Score one more for me
How could I forget?
Mama said think before speaking
No filter in my head.
Oh, what’s a boy to do?
I guess he better find one soon

We bit our lips she looked out the window
Rolling tiny balls of napkin paper
I played a quick game of chess with the
Salt and pepper shakers.
And I could see clearly
An indelible line was drawn
Between what was good
What just slipped out
And what went wrong.

Wonder if I’ll ever get to see him in concert. Regardless, I do hope to see Keri Noble in concert. At a Zoo. Yeah, I agree, it seems odd for concerts to be at zoos. I know I’ve seen this venue, but I can’t remember what it looks like. Maybe they’ll have the dolphins sing along or something. Or maybe I should stop writing and go back to what I was doing. Yes, that’s it.

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