I Should (the Guinea Pig Farm Song)
I am a solo musician. I mostly do the girl with guitar thing; acoustic blues is what I usually call it, but the terms acoustic folk or alternative country would do as well. I really only sound like a country artist because my voice has an Oklahoma/Ozarks kinda twang to it, and I do tend to sound a little countryish at times, but these days saying you're a country artist is almost the same thing as saying you're a republican right-wing evangelical southerner, which ain't me!
I'm a cynical old hippie living in the country, defying most people's preconceived ideas about what I am.
Lyrics
I Should
(the Guinea Pig Farm Song)
I should save the earth today, but I'm not gonna get the chance;
I got a bin of new compost, gonna give it away to my most loved plants.
I should do something to save the world, but you know I'm only one old girl,
And I got so durn much to do, working on the farm and loving on you.
Sometimes I just can't decide what I should do now and what I should let slide,
And sometimes I'm just too durn tired to get up and do the work required.
I get up in the morning and I make myself a list
And I say, "Today I'm gonna do this and this and this and this."
It gets to be evening and I think I'm doing good
If I got around to half the things I said I would.
There's always something more waiting to be done,
But isn't that half of the fun?
I should write the perfect song that they'll remember when I'm gone,
But, I don't know, it sounds too hard; I'd rather just pick on my guitar.
We should go down to the beach, but somehow it's always out of our reach,
No gas money, no can go; gonna stay home and play banjo.
Maybe I should go and play out more, but it don't pay and I'm too poor;
And anyway, I kinda like staying home, singing to my microphone.
I ain't never gonna be no star, but that's alright I got this far,
And, you watch, I ain't finished yet; I'll sing up on the Internet.
Does anything we do ever really matter?
Our voices are all doomed to fade into the background chatter.
Maybe in this big chess game I'm not even a pawn,
Just a coaster that some other player's beer is sitting on.
I think I'll just keep myself occupied,
Hang the sense of it all and enjoy the ride.
I should go and do something big but instead I'm just feeding these guinea pigs.
Maybe I'll solve the riddle of the ages, cleaning out these here guinea pig cages.
I should go and write my blog but first I gotta clip my dog,
It's so hot and they're so furry, poor old puppies make me worry.
Times are hard and we been stressing, but let's not forget to count our blessings,
I bet some folks'd give their right arm to live in Hawaii on a guinea pig farm.
I'm dangerously close now to becoming white trash,
Trying to make it out in the country on insufficient cash,
And I'm putting all my energy into the work at hand,
But I'll never get to everything; I do the best I can.
It's green in the future that I envision,
Sometimes scenes like these help me to make decisions.
'Scuse me now and begging your pardon, but I gotta go and work in my garden,
I gotta plant these jackfruit trees, and maybe I'll cut down a few more weeds.
I always strive to save the earth, the pretty blue planet of my birth,
And I got so durn much to do, working on the farm and loving on you.
