Monday, August 4, 2025

CYNICAL MARTY


CYNICAL MARTY - written by Beach John


MARTIN WAS BORN WITH A SHRUG AND A SMIRK

DRIFTED THROUGH TEXAS, DID ODDBALL WORK

DAKOTAS TO JERSEY, THEN BACK TO THE BAY

GOES BY "WESLEY" WHEN HE SINGS ON THURSDAY



HE'LL TELL YOU THE WORLD HAS GONE STRAIGHT TO HELL

WHILE THE GIRL WITH THE SEPTUM RINGS HIM UP AT SHELL

SAYS, "NOBODY LISTENS, THEY JUST SCROLL AND ZONE."

BUT HE HUMS SPRINGSTEEN WHEN HE'S WALKING HOME



> OH CYNICAL MARTY

BUT NOT REALLY

HE TALKS REAL TOUGH BUT HIS GRIN COMES FREELY

HE'LL ROAST YOUR DREAMS WITH A SIP OF BEER

THEN WRITE THEM DOWN WHEN NO ONE'S NEAR

CYNICAL MARTY

CLAIMS 'ROMANCE DIED IN '92"

BUT THE SAVED THE NAPKIN SHE WROTE ON, TOO



SAYS, "THEY'RE ALL ZOMBIES, JUST SCREEN-DEEP SOULS"

WHILE HE CARRIES A NOTEBOOK WITH GRAPHITE GOALS

MOCKS YOUR LATTE, CALLS IT A SIN

THEN ASKS IF IT'S VEGAN AND SIPS AGAIN


> YEAH, CYNICAL MARTY

BUT NOT REALLY

HE'LL CUSS THE CLOUDS BUT CHASE THEM CLEARLY

GOT OLD SUNBURNS AND HALF-HEALED GRACE

SWEARS HE'S NUMB BUT SHOWS HIS FACE

CYNICAL MARTY,

BUT NOT REALLY


(Bridge) (soft and slow)

WHEN THE CROWD THINS OUT AND THE MICS GO DARK

HE'LL PLAY ONE SLOW WITH A FLICKER OF SPARK

EYES LIKE EMBERS IN A DRIFTWOOD NIGHTS

YOU CAN HEAR THE HOPE HE'S TRYING TO FIGHT.


> SO HERE'S TO MARTY

CYNICAL? NOT REALLY

HE'LL TELL YOU IT'S POINTLESS, THEN SIT THERE SWEETLY

SAYS, "LIFE'S A RACKET", BUT DON'T BE FOOLED

HE'S STILL IN THE GAME, STILL BREAKING RULES

CYNICAL MARTY

YEAH, CYNICAL MARTY

BUT NOT REALLY

NOT REALLY

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Playing Around Series:




Song Review:  I really don't like this song.  I'm not questioning John's intentions, only commenting on it's a perfect example of someone who will not accept me as I am and has simply no argument about what we have talked about on the bench at the beach a couple of times.  Another example of talking freely with someone and having it thrown back in my face.  Honestly, John is a good guy.  I'm not so angry at him.  He thinks it complimentary. He is the one person who said they would come see me play music and did.  I am grateful for his review: " thank you for entertaining me."

The process is to blame, also.

John wrote this with 'the help' of AI.  Swears ownership of this song.  Put some words into a program and it spit this drek out. 

EYES LIKE EMBERS IN A DRIFTWOOD NIGHTS - what the hell is that?  Bob Dylan dartboard lyric.

I am cynical.  The world has gone to hell, pal. Why am I fighting hope? The one thing left in Pandora's box.  I got better things to do.  

Listen the first time.

I'll sing this at the Songwriter's Workshop in September, never again.

-Wes

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