Therapy has been vivid lately. At my last visit, I commented that I could use a few more boring meetings. My therapist responded, "Oh, I'm never bored during your sessions!"
I wrote a song about recurring memories that my therapist and I discussed. It's called, "Smack Bam (Hot Damn)".
Here's a YouTube video of the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihJ7xzq2JsU&ab_channel=DennisSchmalstiig
Below are the lyrics. The chords are Am, D, C, F, A#.
Chorus: Smack bam, hot damn! Smack bam, hot damn! Curses, shouts, doors slam. Smack bam, hot damn!
1. Raw beef flies, hits the wall. Cowering kids down the hall. Did he slip? Did he fall? Doesn't matter after all.
2. Glowering bear, greasy chin. Says goodnight and tucks me in. Needle poised, her chubby hand. Gray-green peas, gray-green can.
3. Oily tools, dirty truck. Grub around for a buck. Wheel fell off the nickel car. Drove it cheap, but not so far.
4. Stubble jaw, twisted smile. Can't take a step, can't run a mile. Lines crossed off the reckoning list. The silent pause, the crashing fist.
5. Stinging slaps, wooden stairs. Snuffled nose. Muffled tears. Better reach the very top. Even then he might not stop.
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