New Song: My Shirt and I

Okay, it’s actually an old song, but only to close friends and family lucky/unfortunate enough to have heard a living room rendition. So it’s new to the world at large, right?

On the surface this might seem to be about a sapient article of clothing. But oh no, it’s so much more. Like the inherent conflicts and paradoxes of human social life. That makes the shirt a metaphor, don’t it?

The following was recorded on ukulele, late December 2011. (Scroll down for lyrics.)

Lyrics – My Shirt and I

My shirt and I, we don’t get along
My shirt and I, we don’t get along
Oh no, we don’t get along
It clashes with my old tie dye
It’s much too long, but it’s just my size
Oh no, we don’t get along

My dog and I, we don’t get along
My dog and I, we don’t get along
Oh no, we don’t get along
She’s a hyperactive, nervous, barking, runway beast
Full of hair and pee, but her therapy is… healing
And her love unconditional

My daughter and I, we don’t get along
My daughter and I, we don’t get along
Oh no, we don’t get along
She slams the door, makes her momma mad
LOL, I’m still her dad
You know, she’s simply amazing

My wife and I, we don’t get along
My wife and I, we don’t get along
Oh no, we don’t get along
Half the time I’m trouble to her
The other half she is troubling me
And the other half
We go together like honey and biscuit

My God and I, we don’t get along
My God and I, we don’t get along
Oh no, we don’t get along
He’s got an office on the top floor of heaven, I hear
Makes me wonder, what am I doing here
I think… I may have an answer

These things we know the best
Hold us to a very special test
While we may not always get along
We are divine if our love is strong