For twenty-odd years, I have strummed on guitars
5,000 lost flat picks, four fingertip scars
I must've broken a million G strings
Picking and strumming, and playing these things
Banging and tuning, and playing these things
And it's been sixteen years now that I've written songs
Over a hundred and still growing strong
About drinking and hockey and flying above
Again and again, about unhappy love
Over and over, unhappy love
And it's music for money, but I do it for fun
Oh, I know how to do it; it's easily done
To stand on a stage doesn't make me afraid
I'm comfortable up there; it's gotten me laid
It always amazes me when I get paid
So here I am, doing all that I can do
You're paying; I'm playing; I'm grateful to you
Indoors and outdoors, at home and abroad
I sing these songs, and you people applaud
You haven't changed much; you still applaud
Loudon Wainwright III
Career Moves
https://youtu.be/MhTdJaQcKDE?si=EAWOBzOSQpu8M2CQ
Motel Blues
https://youtu.be/cdmQ7ydeglw?si=eOHjYA0Ypw9X2P6s
In this town television shuts off at two
What can a lonely rock and roller do?
Ah, the bed's so big
And the sheets are clean
And your girlfriend said
You were 19
And the styrofoam ice bucket
Is full of ice
Come up to my motel room
Treat me nice
I don't wanna make no late night New York calls
I don't wanna stare at them ugly grass mat walls
Chronologically I know you're young
But when you kissed me in the club
You bit my tongue
I'll write a song for you
I'll put it on my new LP
Ah, come up to my motel room
Sleep with me
Oh, there's a bible in the drawer
Don't be afraid
I'll put up a sign
To warn the cleanup maid
Yeah there's lots of soap
And there's lots of towels
Never mind them desk clerk scowls
I'll buy you breakfast
They'll think you're my wife
Come up to my motel room
Save my life
Come up to my motel room
Save my life