“Toe Tapping Slippers” was a little song I played maybe twice. I liked the idea of the song, but I didn’t end up actually liking the song. And it was MY song. That’s how it goes sometimes in the world of songwriting.

The lyrics were inspired by an album cover. I think even if you’ve read every post or article I’ve ever written, you could never guess which album cover. I’ll give you a hint, below.

Back when I wrote the lyrics I’m sharing with you today I was 18. Life was full of potential. And I loved any words and music that took me to lands and skies of imagination. I didn’t yet play the piano, but the desire to was rising up in me. I’d look at my mom’s old upright piano that never stayed in tune and wish.

The good news right this moment is…I still think life is full of potential. I haven’t nearly used it all up. And I still find words and music and color and scents that take me to lands and skies of imagination. What about you? Do you think there’s still a lot of unfinished business? And do you believe you’ll never quite finish it. If so, then put on your…

Toe Tapping Slippers

A man walked, with his name,
Into a picture,
And a birdie blue flew by.
Oh, are you gonna die young man?
Are you gonna walk down a road that isn’t there…
While the people stare?
A piano player plays his song.
Put another nickel in and sing along
And never remember what you tried to forget.
The time is up, but the end isn’t here yet.
So follow the path that leads to the sun.
You’ll get there soon enough; you don’t need to run.
Wearing your slippers, your toe tapping slippers.
You’ll get there soon enough; you don’t need to run.
The bricks are made of honey.
The clouds are made of money.
There ain’t nothin’ here that’s real.
How ca you die when there’s no one to cry?
How does that make you feel?

© Copyright Tony Funderburk 1973

Your whimsical writer,