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MaxEidswick
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KEEP IT SIMPLE
Written by Chuck Pyle
As sung by Chuck Pyle on "Step by Step" (1996)
Well, I woke up this other mornin' to this meetin' in m' head.
M' ego had formed a terrorist group an' I knew what'd lie ahead.
There'd be death threats on m' confidence an' extortions of m' heart,
And I'd have to remain in control so as not to fall apart.
So I called m' new-age girlfriend up who'd self-helped herself for years,
An' I asked her how to overcome all my unrest an' inner fears.
She said force'd drive it deeper; I needed to love my fear away.
She sounded so together I was ashamed of bein' afraid.
So I called m' local talk-show radio therapist of the air.
She told me to write myself little love-notes an' paste 'em up ev'rywhere.
She said it was not good to be ashamed; I should get therapy or meditate.
'Bout then I realized I felt guilty I was ashamed of bein' afraid.
She said, "Thank you for sharin'" 'n' put me on hold.
I got right off the line; I knew she was tryin' to trace the call.
So I said, "I know I'm in there," an' I walked over to the mirror to see.
"If I don't come out with my hands up," I said, "I'm comin' in after me.
I know my inner child's enraged, but all my outer man can say
Is that I'm angry that I feel guilty that I'm ashamed of bein' afraid."
Right about then my committee kicked in, an' there I am on the streets o' Boulder, Colorado, the supposed new-age center of the known universe, not bein' totally present!
Could 'a' gotten busted.
I ran home, turned off the phone, an' changed the machine:
"Hi! This is me. If I should return while I'm gone, please detain me till I get back."
So I called this twelve-step cowboy friend o' mine I thought might maybe know
Just why I felt so crazed these days like a psycho desperado.
He took me t' his support group an' I shared about m' rage.
They said, "Everyone's addicted t' anger; it's a rage this day an' age."
I said, "You mean I'm addicted to being angry for feelin' guilty that I'm ashamed o' bein' afraid?"
They said, "Yep."
I said, "What happened to 'Keep It Simple'?"
They said, "Easy Does It."
God grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change.
Written by Chuck Pyle
As sung by Chuck Pyle on "Step by Step" (1996)
Well, I woke up this other mornin' to this meetin' in m' head.
M' ego had formed a terrorist group an' I knew what'd lie ahead.
There'd be death threats on m' confidence an' extortions of m' heart,
And I'd have to remain in control so as not to fall apart.
So I called m' new-age girlfriend up who'd self-helped herself for years,
An' I asked her how to overcome all my unrest an' inner fears.
She said force'd drive it deeper; I needed to love my fear away.
She sounded so together I was ashamed of bein' afraid.
So I called m' local talk-show radio therapist of the air.
She told me to write myself little love-notes an' paste 'em up ev'rywhere.
She said it was not good to be ashamed; I should get therapy or meditate.
'Bout then I realized I felt guilty I was ashamed of bein' afraid.
She said, "Thank you for sharin'" 'n' put me on hold.
I got right off the line; I knew she was tryin' to trace the call.
So I said, "I know I'm in there," an' I walked over to the mirror to see.
"If I don't come out with my hands up," I said, "I'm comin' in after me.
I know my inner child's enraged, but all my outer man can say
Is that I'm angry that I feel guilty that I'm ashamed of bein' afraid."
Right about then my committee kicked in, an' there I am on the streets o' Boulder, Colorado, the supposed new-age center of the known universe, not bein' totally present!
Could 'a' gotten busted.
I ran home, turned off the phone, an' changed the machine:
"Hi! This is me. If I should return while I'm gone, please detain me till I get back."
So I called this twelve-step cowboy friend o' mine I thought might maybe know
Just why I felt so crazed these days like a psycho desperado.
He took me t' his support group an' I shared about m' rage.
They said, "Everyone's addicted t' anger; it's a rage this day an' age."
I said, "You mean I'm addicted to being angry for feelin' guilty that I'm ashamed o' bein' afraid?"
They said, "Yep."
I said, "What happened to 'Keep It Simple'?"
They said, "Easy Does It."
God grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change.
LoveMyKids
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