Erick Rudiak. Songwriter. Singer. Human. | Martin's Song

Touring status: on semi-voluntary hiatus/exile. If you're interested in having clever, acoustic pop imbue your next event (house concert, secular wedding, bat mitzvah, FIFA soccer match, etc.), please use the contact form on this site to arrange for my humble presence.

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Martin's Song MP3: 2096KB

One of the songs written at the High Sierra Songwriter Workshop, it was an impromptu assignment handed to me by Steve Poltz: write a song about how my guitar -- which had spent the night being passed around from one attractive person to another -- felt.

Lyrics:

When you passed me around the campfire last night
I felt so alive I hoped I'd never go inside that hardshell case again

When Tim played his song, I felt some sort of California high
Like I was playing rhythm at the Harvest sessions only for a moment

This is how I felt, did you feel it too?

When Alita picked me up and sang so gently over me
I felt so warm inside her cradle
My tuning pegs curled up a half a step

When Traci held me by the scruff of my neck
I felt safe, I felt secure
Just like a kitten with its mama cat,
A bird up in its nest in South Yosemite

This is how I felt, did you feel it too?

When Poltz played Paint The Town, the sun had barely risen
It felt so good to stretch my strings
After a long night sleeping in a tent

When you played your song for Luke
I felt so guilty, it's been 4 days
Since I felt his paws across my frets, chanting ma-ma-ma-ma-ma

This is how I felt, did you feel it too?

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