Grip and Pull (pop song)
Back in 1990, in Athens GA, a group of 4
strange young men came together and
formed a band; "Downtrodden". It was a
very unique experience for these guys
and their fans. Personally, I was
enjoying a fairly steady flow of
writing back then. I wrote this song one
night,
right before the ritualistic adventure
of going to see the band practice. I got
to the practice space early, when only the
guitar player (Bear) was hooked up and
ready to go. I sang a little of the
tune--not much at all--and Bear
snatched the paper from me and said, "Oh
yea, we can do this." And the rest is
history. Bear created a quick intro, and
the rest of the song pretty much goes by
itself.
Downtrodden enjoyed local success, and
received favorable reviews for a couple
of years, and then fell apart, like most
Athens bands do. Someday I would love to
have a music file of Downtrodden's
version of this song on this webpage.
We'll see.
This song, Grip and Pull, is my gift to
the musical community. It's a playful
little pop tune that could be rock, new
country, reggae, whatever. I would love
to see a band breakout with this song, and
all I would ask for is tickets to a show
someday. I have many songs and poems for sale,
as well. If you are interested in seeing
more, e-mail
me.
Grip and Pull:
Cindy
Crawford could do that to me
Kathy
Ireland, yeah, probably
And Heather,
sure, since she dumped Tommy Lee
But
dating these babes I won't be
You say that
we're friends and you love me too
But none of
my friends ever act like you
They don't
try to watch everything I do
And it's
not them I'm singing to...
chorus:
Grip and
pull--, oh babe pull as hard as you
can
Grip and
pull--, try to keep those reins on your
man
Grip and
pull--, put that thing right in my
face
Grip and
pull--, try to keep me in my place
transition
You make
it very clear what I must say
Either
back off or be on your way
You think
I'm cold; unfeeling, but hey
I don't
want to hear your bitching anyway-
To Cindy
Crawford's house I can't go
Kathy
Ireland I may never know
And
Heather's standards are way too low
But loosen
your grip, baby, you've got to go
chorus
transition
solo
bridge
chorus
©1991 WetSpot Poetry
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