copyright © 2003 Cory Capron

Early Mornings
A song written and performed by Cory Capron, Friday, August 29th, 2003

 
Early morning
Waking at the crack of dawn
Who'm I'm kidding
It'll be noon before I'm gone
I'm so tired
And everything it feels so wrong
In the, early morning
You won't hear me sing this song

Early morning
Every day
Never thought I would end, up this way

Well I'm eating my granola with a plastic spoon
My baby's hogging the sheets - she's making a cocoon
Spending all my money - says she need her room
Got me brushing my teeth with a chimney broom
No more, early mornings
I'll be waking at the brake of noon

Holy lord
Holy shit
I don't think I can take much, more of it

Well you'd have to play a trumpet to get me out of bed
My rooster's got a voice box and wishes he was dead
I walk into the kitchen - get a pan to my head
You know I really can't remember why it was we wed
No more, early mornings
I can't remember anything I've said
(Get me a doctor!)

(Solo)

Every morning
I do prey
That there is in fact a, 'nother way

Well it's a quarter to six or a quarter to two
You do the math hon and tell me which you'd do
Working by the river - you tan that leather blue
Till you wake up one morning with the graveyard flu
No more, early mornings
Making some old rich kid's shoe

(Instrumental break)

Early morning
Waking at the crack of dawn
Who'm I'm kidding
It'll be noon before I'm gone
I'm so tired
And everything it feels so wrong
In the, early morning
You won't hear me sing this song
You won't hear me sing this song
Might hear me snoring
 
But you won't hear me sing this song...
THIS SCRIPT IS COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL AND MAY NOT BE DOWNLOADED, TRANSMITTED, PRINTED OR PERFORMED WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I wrote this around the time that I wrote "Silly Minds" and "Little Ways Down The Road" I was trying to write more goofy folk songs and incorporate humor into them. There are a few lines in this song I like to add or swap with others from time to time. Sometimes instead of "Well you'd have to play a trumpet to get me out of bed" I'll sing, "Well there ain't no right side when I fall out of bed." Though I'm obviously not married, most of the song is just about making fun of myself and the world. "Eating my granola with a plastic spoon" because I tend to be (and really was at the time that I wrote it) a hippie want-to-be with a somewhat freakish allergy to all metals and alloys. I also do, to my own hypocritical disgust, wear expensive sweatshop shoes and yes... I sleep in!


[Back to Library] Home