Lyrics

Lyrics

When people ask me about writing song lyrics it’s usually with a kind of twisted, questioning look. Like “why would you want to do that?”

Robert Boog songs

Check out songs written by Robert Boog on Spotify.

And if I answer with “You’re gonna think I’m crazy, but…” at this point, there’s nothing people can do but mentally congratulate me on my amazing clairvoyance!

Seriously.. the truth is, in 2013 I bought an internet cd where the author claimed if you listened to it for two weeks straight, you would find out your life’s purpose. So I downloaded it and listened to it for two weeks straight and guess what happened? Right. Nothing.

But i noticed that I was scribbling down words more than usual. A friend picked up something I wrote and declared, “I didn’t know you were a songwriter, too.” Me a songwriter? I didn’t know it either! But since he said so, I decided to send my words to a musician. And this musician said, “Yeah, I like this. I can do something on piano with it.” That’s how it started. Strange, but true.

Allow me to clarify things for everybody. I normally like to write because it mentally relaxes me. I go to a quiet room and use a timer in my writing process.

You can listen to some of the songs here

songs by Robert Boog

Again, the truth is, I don’t know why I write song lyrics.  I guess it keeps me out of trouble and spending my money on gambling, loose women and alcohol, right?

I created an entire album of songs called Elephant.  (available on iTunes)  Most of these songs are sung by an 18 year old girl from Malaysia, named Phydra, whose voice reminds me of a young Tracy Chapman… but there are other artists too. One song is a Xmas hip-hop song.

elephant songs by robert boog

Below are  the lyrics to a few of my songs.  Read the lyrics first, and then imagine how they might sound if sung.  Especially “Hashtag” because that one mixes rap-music with a country song!

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Digital Photograph
By Robert Boog

Brought my nose to grandma’s coat
And she is there when I close my eyes.
My cell phone keeps her voice alive
I sometimes hear her say “good bye”.
A butterfly resting on my shoulder
(Often wish I still could hold her)
In her pictures every once in a while
My grandma shares her secret smile.
And I am..  hanging on to the past- yeah
Searching for something that will last- yeah, yeah, yeah
Longer than a digital photograph.                                                                      Warmer than this digital photograph

Hey there’s grandma wearing bobby sox!
(Like an unpretentious Goldilox)
A piece of her heart I saw today — when
my daughter hugged her young friend at play.
A butterfly resting on her shoulder
(Always glad that I can hold her.)
In her pictures every once in a while
My daughter shares her secret smile


And I am hanging on to the past- yeah
Searching for something that will last- yeah, yeah, yeah
Longer than a digital photograph.                                                                  warmer than this digital photograph.

When I was young I’d stay out late
Grandma’d say “You’re in my prayers”
And “try to go to church babe”
I’d laugh as I would head on down the stairs…

Tollhouse cookies and sunglasses
Baseball games and art classes
In my dreams every once in a while
She shares with me oh her secret smile

And I am, hanging on to the past- yeah
Looking for something that will last- yeah, yeah, yeah
Warmer than a digital photograph. Longer than this digital photograph

Brought my nose to grandma’s coat
And she is there when my eyes are closed.
The unconditional love of grandma.
A humble girl holding a book of psalms

——————————————–Now LISTEN to the song by clicking the link below!

Gift of Love

Robert Boog

Jump up –today’s my birthday

and I’m now six years old

I’m a little drunk on freedom-

-don’t always do as I am told.

Head out and my mom is smiling

and now I’m wondering!

There’s popcorn on the cherry trees

and a little bird stares at me.

He’s green with yellow feathers,

And likes to tickle my neck.

I feed him and I water him.

Best birthday present yet!

Gift of love…it’s a gift from above,

and as mommy watches me…

Tears slide from her smiling eyes and I begin to sing

Run out —cuz today’s my birthday…my sister envies me Put my birdy on her shoulder, and then she laughs out suddenly. Show off— today’s my birthday and everywhere I go. Little birdy guards my shoulder cuz he wants everyone to know

He’s a gift of love. A gift from above, and as my mommy watches me…Tears slide from her smiling eyes and I begin to sing He’s a gift of love – a gift from above, a gift of love – a gift from my mom

Wake up — today’s my birthday, and I’m twenty-six years old Buy coffee at the shopping mall and I shiver cuz I’m cold – oh oh                Sun’s out— cuz today is my birthday,  see a little boy and his mom.He smiles at me as he passes by and I watch them move along

He’s gotta green and yellow sweater -n- he laughs out of control  She holds his little hand in hers–they love each other so-oh         He’s a gift of love a gift from above, and as his mommy watches me  Tears slide from her smiling eyes and I begin to sing

He’s a gift of love – a gift from above A gift of love – a gift from above A gift of love – a gift from his mom A gift of love – it’s a gift of love.

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Ruby Ring

by Robert Boog

When I was twelve I had a ruby ring.

I used to think it was such a precious thing.

But one summer day when driving to LA.

I took it off when I went to wash my hands.

Then three days later – I realized that it was gone.

I cried and I cried and I cried the whole night long.

Mom shook her head but, Dad was understanding.

He knew I missed that thing. My little ruby ring.

My little ruby ring. And sometimes when I look at you, I see your smiling eyes gazing back at me Waiting there you stand and inside I think. You’re so loving like I loved my ruby ring My little ruby ring.

Two weeks later, Dad drove five hundred miles.

I checked the bathrooms- even the floor tiles.

Dad finally said “Hon – I’m sorry it’s just gone.

Somebody’s found it –they might have even pawned it.”

And sometimes when I look at you, I see your smiling eyes gazing back at me. Waiting there you stand -inside I think. I love you more than, my little ruby ring…My little ruby ring.. My little ruby ring

You know how cute I think you are…You’re my soul mate –my rock star  And you love me more and more each day. (So I just want to share my thanks!)

On the way back – Dad stopped to buy some gas,

And fill the truck so –I thought I’d try my luck.

Inside the washroom – Red Sparkle caught my eyes,

Like it had waited for me –when others had passed by.

And sometimes when I look at you, I see your smiling eyes gazing back at me.Waiting there you stand and inside I think. You’re so loving like I found my ruby ring. My little ruby ring.. My little ruby ring.

I found true love like — my little ruby ring

You love me more than –I loved my little, ruby ring

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CLICK HERE –>Hashtag true story

#TrueStory  by Robert Boog ( a country song with rap )

I saw a friend that I had wronged –More than ten years to this day,And she gave me a second look–When I called out her name.Then she flashed a smile towards me–As I quickly crossed the ,street–Her hands well they softly touched me  –She looked beautiful and sweet.

I’d kept her in my heart for oh so many years, And as I kissed her lips her eyes filled up with tears.–I’d forgotten what went wrong –we both had moved on                                                                                                       But I felt for certain, I was guilty for what I’d done.                             Hashtag, bad timing, Hashtag, she’s crying                                               Hashtag, I’m sorry,            Hashtag, a true story

The corners of her mouth turned wide– As I watched her shut her eyes– When we kissed I felt her shiver–Little voice inside me whispered. She said it’s so good to see you–But I’m married, thought you knew. Then she turned, jumped into a cab and she vanished from my view.

I’d kept her in my heart for oh so many years And as I kissed her lips, her eyes filled up with tears. I’d forgotten what went wrong — we both had moved on. But I felt for certain I was guilty for what I’d done. Hashtag, bad timing, Hashtag, she’s crying                              Hashtag, I’m sorry,            Hashtag, a true story

[Rap start]

You find someone cool who will make you feel alive                   With ebony eyes so ya call her “home-slice”.                                                                 Hot-cooked meals that are spiced with love                                                She’ll be everything that you’re dreaming of.                                  But the saddest truth that you’ll ever find..                                                 She may not be The One that ya spend your whole life.                                     Cuz time’s like a circle at the end of a glass                                Sipping on memories – what ya did in the past                                             But deep inside she can start a fire.. that can never die.                                          I write this from the heart.. cuz I got nothing to hide.                        No, I got nothing to hide.

[Rap end]

Hashtag, bad timing, Hashtag, she’s crying

Hashtag, I’m sorry,            Hashtag, a true story

Hashtag, thinking bout you.

Hashtag, sometimes you lose.

Hashtag, hashtag, hashtag…     I’m still in love… with you.

 

Words by Robert Boog Music by Robert Boog,

 

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Reviews

My Real Estate Nightmare Reviews

On this page find the good, the bad and the ugly reviews of Bob Boog’s book, My Real Estate Nightmare. Bob claims that he is going to write 3 funny books. This is the first book of the series. My Real Estate Nightmare is approx 146 pages long.

My Real Estate Nightmare book cover

 

A Reviewer from England writes:

My Real Estate Nightmare is not usually a book I would normally pick up to read but it was recommended to me by a friend and I thought I’d give it a go.  I actually started reading this on my Lunch break at work and before I knew it the break was over and hadn’t looked up at the clock in almost an hour! I love novels like that where you can lose yourself and just focus on the story.

I won’t spoil it by telling you what happens but if you’re looking for a light read which is easy to pick up in-between everyday life then this is the novel for you, It’ll have you laughing and cringing and very thankful that you’re job isn’t as complicated or as involved our poor real estate agent (Bob) who goes above and beyond the call of duty only to face trials he never saw coming. Informative, funny and well-written.

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Here is a Brief Snippet of the Prologue to the Book.

I’m not really a doctor, but I play one at Starbucks. My name is Bob Boog and I am the author of this book and a real estate broker and owner of a small company called Bob Boog Realty.

If you are wondering, I pronounce my last name like “Boogie-man” and not with a long O sound like a “bow” although a friend from Europe told me that “boog” means “bow” or “arch” in Dutch.

My realty company is located in Santa Clarita, CA and for those of you unfamiliar with Southern California, Santa Clarita lies about 33 miles north of downtown Los Angeles, or 35 miles east of the Pacific Ocean, and about 100 miles away from the mountains where in the winter there is skiing or snowboarding.

There is a popular 262 acre theme park called Six Flags Magic Mountain planted four miles away from Santa Clarita, so a lot of people know where that is.

People in real estate will often use minutes instead of miles to help sell our location which I think borders on being a little deceptive. We will tell a house hunter, for example, “Santa Clarita lies only 34 minutes from the beach without traffic,” or “Santa Clarita is just 30 minutes north of downtown LA, without traffic.”

This sounds pretty appealing, doesn’t it?

But who is kidding who?

Because in Los Angeles, there is almost ALWAYS traffic. A person could drive to LAX (Los Angeles International airport) at 2:00 in the morning on a Sunday and STILL probably hit traffic. Thank goodness for those wide, paved road shoulders that important people like me are entitled to use during traffic jams.

Actually, I am not that important because I am a middle child.