Macho Man

Happy Mother’s Day!  Thanks to Justin for giving me some time to record a song this weekend.  Alone time on Mother’s Day weekend…whoohoo!! I am so lucky to have a honey that I love with all my heart who was willing to enter into a relationship with all his heart too.

This song is about a man I met when I was still single.  He was a potential roommate and we had gotten into some deep discussions as we were deciding whether we would be a good fit sharing rent.  At the time, he was in a relationship with a woman he adored.  He knew they were falling in love with each other.  And for that reason he decided to break up with her.  He didn’t want the kind of complications that love brings.  I was so astounded by the nerve of being handed a great gift like love and turning it down, that I immediately decided that not only did I not want him for a roommate, but I didn’t want him as a friend either.  He wanted to believe he was choosing to end his relationship based on a rational choice for how he wanted to live.  I though otherwise- it seemed to me he was just chickenshit scared.    He was the inspiration behind this song: Macho Man.


Macho Man
I want to know- is that heavy, your emotional overload?
I want to know- is she waiting for you down by the phone?
Cause this round it’s real, even if you won’t make concessions
I can feel how you feel but you don’t have time to burn

Hope you to know this time she’s not coming back if you let her go
Hope you see your  own heaven not drunk, not alone
Cause one day you’ll wake up not feeling so good
You’ll say I had chances to be understood
But I let time pass me by, I let her pass me by

Go on macho man, make your impossible stand
Lay low, fade out
Brace yourself for that one way out

In this day, in this age, in this blind young country
When lily white comes to call you best face your concern
Cause in this day, in this age, in the same old worn out blue jeans
Your just a sad man afraid to unlock your door

I want to know, is that heavy? Your emotional overload
Want you to go to your heaven, with her, not alone

She walked out so forceful, so dressed like an angel
You wake up remorseful, confused and too late saying
With you gone, with you gone
I feel strange alone
With you gone, with you gone
Nothing feels quite like home
With you gone, with you gone
I can’t feel myself
With you gone, with you gone, with you…gone.

Go on macho man, make your impossible stand
Lay low, fade out
Brace yourself for that one way out

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