Erick Rudiak. (not a hit) Songwriter.

Peak Happy

Ernest was a cosmonaut, Sarah from Texas met him half way Muscovites and monster trucks couldn't tear them apart "We are lovers, aren't we?" He radioed down as he burned on reentry She found no reason to play it cool In the cold, harsh motherland they'd find them saccharine and

Advent Calendar Girl

Who knew that I had it in me? Too few adventures in my history. She opened up a door I didn't know I had, Now my passport's getting stamped from Florence all the way to Leningrad[1] She promised something raucous, it's Christmas in August Gonna see my advent calendar

She Reads Vonnegut

If you're wondering about the one thing That I want to do with you right now It's not what you think, I'm afraid to blink You're a card trick, I'm amazed by your reveals Oh yeah, you give me all the feels.... Will this year of first kisses never end?

Scandal (Bons Vivants)

Scandal: you and me in a corner booth, treating closing time like a suggestion[1] Vertigo and butterflies, just because you put your hand in mine Two cars, side by side in the parking lot, carnations in the back seat while we sing Harmonies to songs we thought might turn

If U Died 4 Me

[1]If you died for me[2], that wouldn't really be creative, now would it? Don't you think I'd rather be with a man who can handle a rattlesnake or a biker gang? If you died for me, I think I'd make a miserable widow Do I look like the

Natural Disaster

Megan was an 8, measured on the Richter scale[1] She left cracks in my foundation She delivered aftershock after aftershock She was a natural disaster, She left echoes and echoes of you. Sarah was a shark circling swimming pool She had ways of pulling me under She left bite

Coin

When I'm near you, I feel brand new, I feel shiny as a coin When we're hiking through the forest, I can't wait to climb up in your tent But when you go I'm all status and no quo I'm P-B and no J I'm foul and no play You

Microwave Our Love

O Nicole, we've gotten comfortable We're not as flexible when we roll out of bed I was wrong, my cooking left you wanting Your spicy, saucy palette let down by caprese salad [1] again ...But not tonight, we'll rub your taste buds right We're going to work to heat things

She Dies in the Third Act

Never touched a cigarette Before I met Christine I'd been avoiding cancers and dancers all my life And I still don't like the bitterness of nicotine I still miss all of those secondhand kisses Tumbling home out of her taxi at night When the blues sing you When the lexipro

The Ballad of Haggis McMuffin

Haggis McMuffin[1] loves his whiskey in the morning More than a squirrel loves its nuts I like the sweet potato fries at Lucky Platter [2] But I love you more There's a castle on the hill There's a spaceship in the sky Take my hand before the king of