You may regret you asked this…
I play guitar well enough to write songs. Barely.
I’ve written lots of songs but mostly, just bits and pieces.

Here’s lyrics to one song I haven’t finished:

“I have this feeling that I’m doomed
I guess I always have assumed
that life to me was but a play
In which I didn’t have a say.”

An old friend has written some songs on piano and has asked me to come up with the lyrics and melody.
I’m waiting for more from him, but I completed one and rough drafted a half produced song.
I’ve completed the lyrics and melody but haven’t finished laying down the vocal tracks. here are the lyrics.

THE DARK PATH OF COWARDLY

YOU’RE WORKING OUT A NEW TOMORROW
WITH DYING MEMORIES ALL FROM WHICH YOU’VE HID 
YOUR MIND IS ECHOING THE SUBTLETIES OF CONVERSATION 
AND THE THINGS SHE SAID YA DID
YOU JUST WANT OFF THE GRID
JUST LONG ENOUGH TO FIND YOU A HOME
THAT DOESN’T REMIND YOU SO MUCH OF THE PHOTOGRAPHS
THAT STEERS YOU AWAY FROM  MEMENTOS  
AND BELLY LAUGHS
FROM BORDERLINE PSYCHOPATHS
WITH CONTRACTS AND PARAGRAPHS
THAT LEAVE YOU ALONE

GETTING USED TO NEW SURROUNDINGS
IS LESS A BLESSING THAN IT IS A CURSE
AND EVERY MOMENT WASTED ON THE WRONG INAMORATA’S 
TIME THEY CANNOT REIMBURSE 
AND NOW IT’S GETTING WORSE
DESPITE THE FACT YOU KNOW YOU SHOULD BE
INDEBTED FOR EVERY BLESSINGS BESTOWED ON YOU
GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF THE PATHS THAT YOU’VE TURNED ONTO
THIS LACK OF A BETTER VIEW
THAT YOU’LL NEVER MAKE IT THROUGH
WILL KEEP YOU ALONE

THE BLAME IS PLACED ON
CONFUSING ALTERCATIONS
A LOVE ERASED ON
HEARSAY AND ALLEGATIONS
YOU TRY TO STAY STRONG, BUT
REGRETS ARE BASED ON
THINGS THAT FILL YOUR HOURS UP LIKE
TANQUERAY
YESTERDAY
AND WORDS THAT GOT IN THE WAY

THE GHOSTS INSIDE YOUR HEAD WON’T MEDIATE THE PEACE

AND THOUGH YOU’RE TRYING JUST TO LET IT BE
YOUR FRIENDS ARE OFFERING ADVICE FOR FREE
ABOUT THOSE CREATURES LIVING IN THE SEA
AND SUCH VARIETY
BUT WHEN THEY MEET YOUR UNAFFECTED, SHATTERED STARE
AND FEEL FOREBODING FLOATING IN THE AIR
THEY COME AND GO JUST LIKE A SOLAR FLARE 
INTO INFINITI 

IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’RE THE LAST MOHICAN
THIS STANDARD CASE IS NOT A BIT UNIQUE
TRUTH ELUDES YOU EVERY TIME 
YOU TAKE A BLIND STAB AT IT
WHILE YOU’RE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK
YOU’RE FEELING LIKE A FREAK

A SIDESHOW ACT THAT’S LOST IN AN AGE
WHEN SANITY LIVED IN A SLOW STATE OF ATROPHY
THE POWER OF DENIAL IS YOUR RULER, ETERNALLY
YOU NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D SEE
THE DARK PATH OF COWARDLY
WOULD LEAD TO ALONE 

On a brighter note, I also write songs in commercials. Here’s one I wrote a long time ago. The Electric Fence Blues Sung by a character I call Fernando the Bull:

My main squeeze, Bessie’s owned by Farmer Brown
I sneak on over when he leaves town.
It’s just somethin’ a Bull will do
Make all the Heifer’s moan and moo
(You know it’s true)
But there’s something that he’s installed
That makes Fernando most appalled
Sneak on over for some satisfaction
Two days later woke up in traction
What’s a poor old bull to do, I got the
(Moo, ouch, hey that hurts)
Shocking my tenderloin Blues.

I have been a Drummer since age 11, over 40 years now and counting. Been a long time since I jammed with other musicians. I still play regularly by myself on my 1976 Ludwig kit that I bought used in 1986.
Occasionally I sing and have sung but drumming is my specialty. I took a crack at guitar playing but drumming is so natural to me, it’s where I belong.
I miss the years playing with you Bob, best of times. Making and creating music with you and other members of our then band was magical. One of the greatest moments in my life was the gig we played at CBGB’s, I still talk about to this day.
I am proud to say Bob Steel of Elm Treason is one of my closest friends. We were band mates for years when we were much younger. He has inspired me to be a musician and better person.
God bless you and Thank you brother….Rock on…!