A rootsy version of a song about realising that you're no longer Peter Pan and things are changing, but not always in the ways you might have hoped. 176bpm
Brian Ralston's Selftort is a gathering of fine musician from all over who come together to play, record and perform the music of singer/songwriter Brian Ralson
Story behind the song
The first version of this song was written in the late 1990s when I was playing in a band called "Mid Life Crisis". I wrote it as sort of our equivalent of "Hey Hey We're The Monkees". At the time I was in my 40s and had no concept of getting old. Some years ago I realised that the song needed to be brought up to date as some of the humour that was intended in the song was starting to get a bit close to the bone. Here's the new version for the old man.
Lyrics
The face in the mirror don't look like me
There's skin on my head where my hair once used to be
Can't fit into my last year's clothes
Can't touch my navel, can't see my toes
Not point in bizarre disguises
I won't win no beauty prize
Get used to these extra sizes
Cos I, I, I, I, I'm
Cos I, I, I, I, I'm
Cos I, I, I, I, I'm
Happy with my midlife crisis
No matter what I wear my belt's too tight
I wake up five times every night
Just three red wines alcoholic haze
The hangover lasts for days and days and days
Got to make some sacrifices
Keep away from food with spices
I don't need no extra vices
Cos I, I, I, I, I'm
Cos I, I, I, I, I'm
Cos I, I, I, I, I'm
Happy with my midlife crisis
So where the heck did my prime go
And why the hell won't time slow down
My blood pressure's up but my old fella's down
My libido's dragging on the ground
No point in adult hide and seek
The flesh is useless and the spirit's weak
Don't want no girls with fancy prices
Bringing me afternoon surprises
Leave me to my own devices
Cos I, I, I, I, I'm
Cos I, I, I, I, I'm
Cos I, I, I, I, I'm
Happy with my midlife crisis
