A girl named Shawn

I mentioned recently to a friend that "Guys don't write songs for girls named Shawn." (Say it quickly and to the tune of "Men don't make passes at girls who wear glasses.") I've had a love/hate relationship with my name my whole life. (Old-timers will remember my brief Life as Marie.)

At first, I chocked up the lack of songs for girls named Shawn to the distinctively monosyllabic (and admittedly unpoetic) nature of the name. But then there's songs for Beth and Sue and Ann and Peg and Sal. No Shawn. (And, hell, Shawn Colvin is a great songwriter...surely she could do us justice.)

But, frankly, I'm tired of waiting. It still needs a lot of work. I wrote it at my dining room table in five minutes one morning while waiting for my hot rollers to cool down. But it’s a start anyway. I still need a catchy chorus to insert between the stanzas.

Raw as it may be, this one goes out to all of the girls named Shawn. ;)

Nothing Compared to Shawn

Shall I compare her to a summer’s day?
It was her way –
She blew through me like a breeze
But when the clouds passed
The burn lingered on…
    Nothing compared to Shawn

I went searching for a feeling
I know I’ll never find
Climbed the highest mountain
And watched the sun rise at dawn…
    Nothing compared to Shawn

I stand by the ocean and cry salty tears
For what was so right but went so wrong
The breeze blows in – for an instant I feel her
Then, like the wind, she’s gone…
    Nothing compared to Shawn

Comments

[bitterman]

Not bad, kiddo.

Now you got me eyeing my wife's hot rollers and wondering if there is a correlation?