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Just Too Late or Much Too Soon ©1993 J. Graves, Jr.
I am a song in a note book written fifteen years ago, I tell of deeply felt emotions and a love few people know. I have been played for all who’ll listen from Alaska to the moon, But it seems I always get there, Just too late or much too soon.
I sit here on this book shelf with a hundred friends of mine, But I'm always with my writer 'cause he knows me line by line. I hold a special place within his heart, For I came from deep within, Sometimes I show the pain he feels and the places he has been.
I am a poem and a love song, Some lonely lady's favorite rhyme, I sing of all those special feelings, In stories told a million times. But I sing with deep emotion of a time known just to me, And that makes me very special, ‘cause I do all that for free.
I am a song in a note book written fifteen years ago, I tell of deeply felt emotions and a love few people know. I have been played for those who’ll listen, From Alaska to the moon, But it seems I always get there, Just too late or much too soon, And it seems I’ll always get there, Just too late or much too soon. This song is a lament about the music business. A song writer’s life revolves around the hope of publishing at least one song that, hopefully, will be a hit. We play for free, just for the opportunity to play our songs to a live audience. We demo to anyone who will listen, sending a song out into the world, like sending an offspring out to fend for themselves. And, like our children, each song holds a special place in our heart. We must deal with unscrupulous agents, music publishers and producers, who, for the most part, don’t give a damn about songwriters, and only want to exploit our songs and make profits for themselves, while hoping to steal our songs if they can, and intending to pay little or no royalties regardless. Yet, we send out our demos time and time again, and then wait and wait, only to received no reply -”If we’re interested, we’ll contact you.” - or terse rejections like, “Not hit material.”, “Not suitable for our artist.” or “Already have what we need for this artist - maybe we’ll have a need for your songs in the future.” And on, and on it goes.
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