Lyrics:

Love Is Just A Lie

I was leaning on the corner of the bar
There was beer spilling on my shoes
When I saw her standing there and thought I got nothing to lose
I started walking when I see a sketchy dude
Walking to her with the same idea
So I turn around and order up another beer

Now I’m watching their exchange
And thinking how they’re all the same
The girl looks anxious as he tries in vain to change her mind

Love is just a lie
Something the girls tell each other so that they sleep better at night
Even the worst get a taste if you play your cards right
Cause love is just a lie

You were crying on the corner of my bed when your lover had just run off
You were getting over him and I was just getting off
I leaned over and I whispered in your ear
You know it would feel so good
Your heart was broken so I had my way with damaged goods

You were on your way to something real and nothing came
And when you found out what you couldn’t get
You settled for me instead

Love is just a lie
Something the girls tell each other so that they sleep better at night
Even the worst get a taste if you play your cards right
Love is just a lie
I’m in a pack of wolves looking for another deer caught in the headlights
Am I a notch on your belt or your shining knight?
Cause love is just a lie
Love is just a lie

Words and music by David Baron

From the EP “David Baron”

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From the album Gold by Ryan Adams, one of my favorites.

You might have heard the version by Tim McGraw, or maybe you heard Blake Lewis sing it on American Idol. Either way, it’s one of those simple tunes that just feels timeless upon first listen.

With it’s gorgeous melody and beautiful lyrical imagery, there’s no wonder why the song’s been covered so many times, and probably will be for many years to come.

About a year ago, a producer in San Francisco called me into a studio to sing for the video game Karaoke Revolution Presents: American Idol Encore. Apparently the first American Idol Karaoke game had been a big hit (big surprise there), and they wanted to make another one.

Since the original masters of classic songs can be fairly expensive to license, games like Guitar Hero and American Idol sometimes commission musicians to perform cover versions. The interesting thing is, these covers are meant to duplicate exactly the performances heard on the originals. Now for the musicians that shouldn’t be too big of a problem, but for the singers, that can be a little tricky.

I gotta say it was a riot being a 23-year old kid from Florida singing Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” with a faux British accent. I was standing there in the vocal booth, hearing little snippets of the original song played back in my headphones as I tried to mimic Elton’s phrasing and diction into the mic.

Here’s a cover version of me singing “Tiny Dancer,” only this time, I’m not trying to imitate anybody.

In light of yesterday’s passing of Dave Matthews Band saxophonist LeRoi Moore, I wanted to take a moment to pay tribute to a great musician who helped sculpt the sound of one of the most popular bands of the past couple decades, and one of my favorite bands growing up.

My brother Adam introduced me to Dave Matthews Band (everyone called it “Dave”, for short), back when Under The Table and Dreaming came out in the early ’90s.  I was hooked from the first time I heard “Ants Marching,” and went down to my local Peaches record store to buy the single.  The clerk told me they didn’t carry the single, but suggested that I buy the whole album.  I wouldn’t be disappointed, he said.

And I wasn’t.  From the moment you heard Moore’s saxophone in sync with Boyd Tinsley’s violin, each layered atop Carter Beauford’s mind-blowing percussion (to call it “drumming” just wouldn’t do it justice), you knew this was something different.

Some of the best memories of my youth are sitting in the passenger seat of my buddy Scott’s car sophomore year of high school, him speeding to get back from our off-campus lunch break while the two of us blasted the Crash album.  I’d play air drums on the dashboard, we both sang at the top of our lungs, and invariably our company in the backseat would look on appalled.

Here’s “#41”, my favorite song by one of my favorite bands.  Here’s to you, LeRoi.

Starting Now

Here’s a demo of a song I’m working on…

I wrote it for my brother Adam and his fiance.  They’re getting married next month, and I thought I’d sing this during my best man speech.  That’s right: best man! Well, actually, co-best man (I gotta share the title with Ivan, the oldest and wisest brother of us all).  Hey, you take what you can get when you’re the youngest…