Charlie Hopper

Charlie Hopper

 Noblesville, Indiana, USA
BandPop

I've got a whole lot of songs about money, food and girls.

Biography

Well, I wrote my first song ("If Your Boy Wants A Peanut Butter Sandwich, Let Him Have One") when I was two. I can't remember it, but ever since I've been writing songs and can't seem to stop.

For years, my friend John and I have had a very occasional band called Mikes House that's essentially a songwriters' project we inflict on rooms full of people in the Midwest, the performances fueled both by cups of coffee getting cold and bottles of Rolling Rock getting warm.

I suppose we're rock or folk or unpopular pop. And to be honest, we don't play that often.

Still, there's my inability to stop. And I have a guitar.

And now I'm trying to learn what Nashville wants, and writing about it for McSweeneys: http://bit.ly/3sAtOd

Lyrics

Paradise Lite

Written By: Charlie Hopper

VERSES 1 & 2
Well, we want to go Jamaican
But I've used all my vacation
And the beach is too far for our old car

So fire up the Weber
And we'll notify the neighbors
We're gonna get away right where we are

LIFT
Call your sister, and tell her:

CHORUS
Bring your friend, her friend and a blender
For rum and reggae—it's Saturday night
And it's almost paradise
It's paradise lite

VERSES 3 & 4
Is that Jimmy on the phone, is
He bringing the Coronas?
Does he own a pair of flipflops that he's willing to wear?

If everyone's relaxing
And they see a little action--
Hey, what happens in the backyard stays back there

REPEAT LIFT & CHORUS

BRIDGE
You, the moon, and me will go walkin'
Two of us hand in hand
It's all the romance of night on the beach—
And none of the sand
(Tell your cousin now)

REPEAT CHORUS

Get To The Ring

Written By: Charlie Hopper

VERSE 1
My buddy's got a girl, they oughta get married
She can keep him in line, even he'll admit it
But she rolls her eyes, pushes back her hair
And jokes about his fear of commitment

LIFT
At her grandma's house the other night
Grandma took him in the kitchen, tried to set him right, said

CHORUS
The ring, Bubba, ring, Bubba
Get to the ring
We can all tell you're procrastinating
You've said she's the one since the spring, Bubba
Get to the ring

VERSE2
He gave me a call, said Let's go to the mall
I'm gonna need help if I'm supposed to buy jewelry
He got confused looking over 'em all
Said, Let's go, that clerk is trying to fool me

LIFT
I said Man you can't leave here today
Till you make a down payment on your wedding day

CHORUS 2
The ring, Bubba, ring, Bubba
Get to the ring
Don't worry how you'll pay for the thing
You've said she's the one since the spring, Bubba
Get to the ring

BRIDGE
He's taking that gal into someplace Italian
He says he's ready but I have my doubts
Heard him rehearse some beautiful words
But when they get to the spaghetti, bet he chickens out

CHORUS 3
The ring, Bubba, ring, Bubba
Get to the ring
Put that girl out of your suffering
You've said she's the one since the spring, Bubba
Get to the ring

SING OUT
Ring, Bubba, ring, Bubba, get to the ring

Without The Farm

Written By: Charlie Hopper

Without The Farm
(Hopper)

VERSE 1
He can't handle the place on his own anymore
Just keeping it mowed is too big of a chore
He's renting out the fields, the barn and the stalls
Can't mend any fence on his own
Mom doesn't want him walking the line alone
He shouldn't go up in the hayloft in case he falls
And I don't know what's gonna happen
He's never had a tan up his whole arm
I can't imagine the farm without Dad
Or Dad without the farm

VERSE 2
Mom and Dad, my wife and me were talking it through
Maybe we could take over, raise a pony or two
I'd have to keep working my day job, though, that'd get hard
Now we agree on an auction instead
We've cleared out the attic, emptied the shed
And Saturday fifty-six years will be spread on the yard
We're hoping for a pretty good turnout
It's supposed to be sunny and warm
Can't imagine the farm without Dad
Or Dad without the farm

BRIDGE
Saturday morning he'll come down the stairs
In the old overalls that he usually wears
And he'll joke with the folks as they're carting away his stuff
Under his hat and his sunglasses clip
He might fight back tears but he won't let 'em slip
Or at least we'll pretend not to notice so he can act tough

VERSE 3
Got Mom and him set up in a house in town
A two bedroom ranch with no stairs to fall down
He can sit and swat flies with the paper on the little car port
It's got a garage with an old workbench
He can tinker around or hang out with old friends
Make coffee, talk about the weather report
I don't know how long he'll last there
But lettin' him putter doesn't do any harm
Still it kills me to think of the farm without Dad
Or Dad without the farm

I'm About Over This War

Written By: Charlie Hopper

I’m About Over This War
By Charlie Hopper

VERSE1
Your daughter needs a talking to
We’re not speaking right now
Your son needs help with algebra
I’ve tried but I don’t know how

VERSE2
Got your hello from overseas today
I was at work, crying at my desk
I’m with you all the way
I’m just upset right now I guess

CHORUS
I’m about over this war
Yeah I know what we’re fighting it for
But my eyes are tired, my feet are sore
And I’m here without you
You’re over in the danger zone
I’m holding down the fort alone
Sending out prayers to the Great Unknown
’Cause I don’t know anymore
’Cept I’m about over this war

VERSE3
Waiting up to fold some clothes
’Fore I fall into bed
Sat to make a shopping list
Wrote to you instead

VERSE4
I’m thinking I won’t send it
You don’t need more stress
Putting pen to paper though
Is getting this off my chest

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
You just take care of yourself
And stay out of harm’s way
I’ll take care of everything else
It’ll be okay...

FINAL CHORUS
I’m about over this war
I stood by you in white and swore
To stand by you for rich or poor
But I’m here without you
You’re over there risking your life
I’m marking time as a single wife
I leave it to you to say what’s right
...I don’t know anymore
’Cept I’m about over this war

Under Her Porchlight

Written By: Charlie Hopper

Under Her Porchlight
By Charlie Hopper

VERSE 1
Across the road from her house is a hayfield drying
Sun setting low, barn swallows flying
He's just off work, he's done for the day
He turns down her road though it's not on his way

LIFT 1
He thinks it might be all right
To stop by if he sees her light

CHORUS
Under her porchlight are the numbers to her house
A doorbell and a June bug
Under her porchlight is the latch to her door
And a boy who thinks he's falling in love
Under her porchlight

VERSE 2
Out back of her house there's acres of forest
Two whippoorwills from a Hank Williams chorus
These birds aren't lonesome, they got plenty to say
Looking for some company at the end of the day

LIFT 2
He thought he'd see how she's doin'
Beneath her sixty watt moon

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
It's just about the perfect night
He says, You s'pose we might turn out that light?

FINAL CHORUS
Under her porchlight is a welcome mat
On the screen is that June bug
Under her porchlight is the latch to her door
And a boy who thinks he's falling in love
Under her porchlight

I Suck At Being Your Ex

Written By: Charlie Hopper

I Suck At Being Your Ex
By Charlie Hopper

VERSE 1
I love the way you talk with your hands
Imitate the singers of our favorite bands
I love the look on your face when you decide to dance
And life’s just so good

VERSE 2
I been thinking ’bout the night we fought
We ruined every meal in that restaurant
When I said, You don’t appreciate what you got
Or treat me like you should

LIFT
Today I’d take that back if I could, ’cause

CHORUS
I suck at being your ex
Turns out it’s harder than a guy expects
To say goodbye forever, I want us back together
I’m ready for whatever you say I gotta do next
I suck at being your ex

VERSE 3
Been on dates, guess they went all right
If I try to forget you, sometime I might
But if I get through the day, you’re in my dreams at night
So why even try?

LIFT
I keep thinking that I see you from the corner of my eye

REPEAT CHORUS

BRIDGE
Of course I remember your numbers: work, home, cell
Called to say that I still love you, besides—I don’t like doing what I can’t do well

FINAL CHORUS
And I suck at being your ex
Thought I had figured out the opposite sex
But no, I’m not that clever, I want us back together
I’m ready for whatever you say I gotta do next
I suck at being your ex

Discography

Highlights of the Mikes House catalog are available on CDs entitled, "20 Songs", "20 Other Songs" and "Only 19 Songs."

My output since Mikes House has been mostly just worktapes cranked out as I try to learn and leverage the Nashville style of songwriting.

Set List

I can play one song or twenty.

My set is designed to keep the audience on my side.

Here's some of my song titles: Paradise Lite, Everybody Makes Me Mad, I Got a Girl Who Would Leave Me For Prince, One Thing Right and One Thing Wrong, Things Happen To Her, The Wedding Conga, Cheaper Faster Better, Night of the Living Dead... all serious attempts at writing love songs, mostly.