Here’s a song about a person who, when things are going good, blows it all to hell because that’s what they are used to. We all know these people. We root for them to succeed, to get into a great relationship, to find a good gig, but when they do, they screw it up somehow. But the real kicker is that they seem to like to wallow in their confusion and pain – AND they want you to participate.
This video was shot at the Reid-Higham House Concert on February 19, 2011. What a great evening that was: good food, Gwenann’s art and me getting to perform for a great crowd!
This was also the premier performance, so give me some feed-back!
She Didn’t Feel Right
She didn’t feel right
Unless she had a broken heart
Love was a word
She could only guess at
Everything was good
Until it started being good
Then she’d bite and claw
Just like a cornered wildcat
She was a tornado in the desert
She was confusion in a pretty dress
She was afraid of being still
And listening to her awful mess
As soon as she was riding the smooth road
She’d reach for the dynamite
Unless her heart was in pieces
She didn’t feel right
She wanted the perfect life
They sold her in the magazines
A car, a house, some kids
And a man to love her
But as the pieces fell into place
She’d throw the puzzle to the ground
The walls closed in she felt trapped and smothered
She was a tornado in the desert
She was confusion in a pretty dress
She was afraid of being still
And listening to her awful mess
As soon as she was riding the smooth road
She’d reach for the dynamite
Unless her heart was in pieces
She didn’t feel right
A sunny day was so blasé
She needed clouds, she needed rain
Peaceful prayer, so damned rare
More satisfying to complain
She was a tornado in the desert
She was confusion in a pretty dress
She was afraid of being still
And listening to her awful mess
As soon as she was riding the smooth road
She’d reach for the dynamite
Unless her heart was in pieces
She didn’t feel right






