"From My Point of View"

This is one of the songs that grew out of a tape Wally sent me when I was still living in Medford. He would send me a cassette filled with bits and pieces of unfinished songs, and I would mine the material for scraps that I liked, and work them into complete songs. Sometimes, Wally would have most of it done, and my job would just be to add some finishing touches. Other times, I would build a whole song around a single line or lick.

I’m craving a tuba.

From My Point of View

© 1989 Brian Hutzell and Wally Koekebakker

Don’t try to make a big fool out of me

We both know it’s true

Every crime is already mine

Nothing left to do

I’ve been running away and I’ve been making mistakes

That don’t mean you can run my life

Don’t mean anything at all, no

What number of things have you done

To make it hard for me

To undo damage already begun

A tainted history

I’ve been running away and I’ve been making mistakes

That don’t mean you can run my life

Doesn’t mean anything at all, no

You are so neurotic

Trying to be a martyr at my expense

You find me exotic

And claim you abuse me in self-defense

So you pray that I slip again

Step on a crack and break my own back

You cackle like a mother hen

Watching another battle plan hatch

I’ve been running away and I’ve been making mistakes

But even when I win I seem to lose

Try looking at it from my point of view

Cause it don’t mean you can run my life

No, it doesn’t mean that at all, no