Song of the Week: Nobody’s Home

I haven’t been feeling the greatest lately. Not sure why. Sometimes I can feel some of my old depression-esque symptoms creeping in. I think I can work through it. Music usually helps.

I did manage to write a new song this week. So that’s good.

Although, it’s kind of a downer. I really harnessed my inner Nick Droz on this one. There’s a little bit of Neil Diamond in there too.

The “200 hundred smiles” line came from a magazine ad I saw for Triple A. The ad bummed me out and was kind of the catalyst for the entire song. You know things are getting dumb when a AAA ad about smiling put you in a bad spot.

Nobody’s Home
by Mike Votava

Two hundred smiles
taking of space in unorganized piles
there’s one on my face every time you stop by
talk into the banana like a telephone line
nobody’s home

jump in the lake
everything’s melting and covered in cake
frosting exposed slowly soaking up sun
I know I’ll get burnt before it’s all said and done
nobody’s home

watching the summer turn to night
I think maybe you were right

throw me a bone
getting some guidance from the Walter Jones
holding some kittens in the palm of your hands
the wisest left tackle in all of the land
nobody’s home