Songs Some might ask, If you’re a professional dog trainer, why advertise yourself as a songwriter? I started training dogs in 1987 but I wrote my first song when I was five. I’ve also had some modest success: I played a set at the Troubador in 1975, wrote the title song for an independent film in 1976, and I’ve gotten positive feedback from Carly Simon, rocker Ric Derringer, jazz diva Tierney Sutton, and Broadway composer Charles Strouse.
More importantly, two of my songs were recorded in 2013 on a CD by jazz singer Laura Ainsworth. (See LCK’s Store.) I also co-wrote the musical It’s Only Money (with composer David Forrest), first produced as a staged reading at the Mad River Playhouse in Waitsfield, Vermont in 1997, and recently performed as a full production by The Cascades Theatrical Company in Bend, Oregon in November of 2012.
Below you’ll find demos of some of my songs, most of them written in the style of the Great American Songbook. You can also find more on my songwriting blog: KelleyTunes.blogspot.
How quickly night falls on cold canyon walls as I walk through quiet streets alone. Yet deep in my heart I never will part from the sweetest memory I own. To you it might not seem like much at all yet every night I dream and I recall...
...the last time you came to New York. October filled the air. And we were both aware that time is but a bittersweet caprice. A rainstorm chased the day inside. We ran into The Met and it was lovely yet your smile is still my fav'rite masterpiece.
We talked of things in Georgia and about your mom and dad. You said your marriage ended badly. I sort of sighed and nodded sadly although I wasn't sad.
We walked through the leaves in Central Park. We had a dinner date atop the Empire State and made a wish on all the stars below that somewhere, in another life, you'll never say goodbye so I won't have to cry each time you tell me that you've got to go.
"Well, it's been good to see you, what a lot of fun we had. Oh, by the way, I love you madly." You sort of sighed and nodded sadly. But were you really sad?
I miss you, I miss you, since you left New York. Well, what did I expect? When two hearts disconnect there's bound to be a little torsion and torque.
Loving you's a lovely pastime. I hope that this won't be the last time you come to New York.
It was just like love without the aggravation— a rich blend of warm friends, cool conversation, plus the thought that rain or shine you’ve always got great company. Hey, that sounds a lot like love to me. It was just like you to keep my engine purring while guys you knew were the same bad dream, recurring. I still don’t know what made you feel you had to go through all that fuss when it was so much like love with us. I guess I should have understood the rules of the game— used those old tools of the game that make hearts dance. Yet sad to say I’m like those way- ward fools of the game who’d rather wait for one true love than waste time on romance. It was just like me to fix what isn’t broken. Now I see some things should have stayed unspoken, yet in a blaze of reckless honesty our days of fun were done. I spoke one phrase and watched you run.
(musical interlude, repeat bridge) It was just like bliss that couldn’t clear the runway. At last, we kiss, though not quite in the fun way. It’s all gone bust. Yet as we kiss goodbye I trust you’ll share this toast: Wasn’t it just like love, almost? ’Cause it hurts just like love almost…
(performed by Dennis McGregor & Kate McKenzie) A new romance is a fine romance but an old friend is a gold friend. And a heart that’s true beats a heart that’s new, so you’d better hang on to the one you love.
And as time goes by, you’ll discover why it’s a useless endeavor, to try to stay young forever. And if you think you can, then like Peter Pan, boy, you’ll never, never land the one you love. She’s not the reason for your sadness and your sorrow. She’ll love you tonight and still be with you tomorrow. And when you turn the page to life’s golden age, instead of romance fadin’, you’ll find it’s right there, waitin’. ‘Cause a bird in hand is the rarest brand and there’s no one sweeter than, the one who’ll understand, so forever hold the hand of the one you love.