"Singer-Songwriter Hell" genre: Folk
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	There are good gigs, and not so good gigs . . .
	CD: Amateur Hour   Label: Self-Released Credits: Produced by Jef Scoville; features the Chorus from Hell
	Story Behind the Song The song came about after the thought struck me how few dearly departed singer-songwriters were likely to have successfuly made it through them old pearly gates. Must be some sort of inherent character flaw. Lyrics Verse 1: Last night around two in the morning I awoke in my bed with a start I’d had me a nightmare That strange kind of fright where You think that it might stop your heart I dreamed I was playing a concert It was somewhere that I’d never been I asked someone can you Tell me what’s this venue He replied with a sad kind of grin CHORUS Singer-songwriter hell, boy (This is) Singer songwriter hell (Now) I tell you this tale, lest you end up as well In singer-songwriter hell Verse 2: The emcee was Richard Farina He was not glad to see me arrive He said “I was hoping Lord willing That you might be Dylan I can’t believe that old coot’s still alive” Then I went and said hi to Tim Buckley And I told him I thought he was great But it was really Tim Hardin I said, “I beg your pardon” I never could keep the two of them straight It was--REPEAT CHORUS Verse 3: Well I wanted to meet me Hank Williams So I asked Townes Van Zant where he might be He informed me that Hank Though he gambled and drank Was in heaven, by God’s own decree Meanwhile Kurt Cobain sat in the corner He was holding a gun to his head Saying “I thought I was gonna Remain in Nirvana But I ended up here instead” In--REPEAT CHORUS Verse 4: Then Richard tapped me on the shoulder And he said it was time for my set He told the crowd that on balance I had lesser talents Than anyone he’d ever met Well nobody cried at my ballads And nobody laughed at my jokes I began to protest They said “Give it a rest We sure don’t need another Phil Ochs” In--REPEAT CHORUS Verse 5: No one requested an encore But I played one just out of spite When I finished I bowed and said thanks to the crowd As they booed me with all of their might The folks there sure liked it a lot” It was right about then that I woke up And I wrote down these words on a page “Live clean, pure and wholesome Or a fate worse than Folsom Awaits you up there on the stage” Of--REPEAT CHORUS (2X)

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