Gerard O'Riley

Was hier als harmloses, plattdeutsches Liebeslied beginnt, entpuppt sich zuletzt als ein Lied für unseren Herrn. - Aber es bleibt immer ein Liebeslied!

Das ist eine plattdeutsche Coverversion von Udo Jürgens "Mit sechsundsechzig Jahren". - Aber, wer des Plattdeutschen mächtig ist, wird schnell feststellen, dass meine Version sehr böse und morbide ist.

I'm near 40, wrote this one in my early 20s, and it was my first contest placement. A buddy of mine named Leroy was a songwriter, and one day I brought him my stuff. He said he liked it, but my verses were too long, like pages - like Bob Dylan thought "Maybe these songs aren't long enough." And he said I should hone things down, so this is the first song I ever wrote in the typical accepted format. It's just about a busy couple who don't have time to spend together, so they decide to make the time.

The colloquial, catchy phrase people love to use is the "wrong foot," suggesting a bad first step into something that doesn't turn out well. Well, what if you got off on the right foot? Imagine how better things could be.

Liked a girl once. Thought she was awesome. She wanted to be friends. I just wanted a chance to hang out with her. Wrote this for her. Turns out, she wasn't awesome. Such is life. The song's good, though, at least. I consider it a top 20.