Every Tunesday I post a boldly imperfect, one-take song draft of a song. This was written during a weekly song meet up on Zoom in May. The prompt was, “Gravity” (You can receive a new prompt most Fridays and find out more about the Fearless Songwriting Challenge by signing up for my mailing list here).
It feels out of Control
Buckshot in a Fairy Tale
Wrapping lemon rinds round a spool
Martinis on the way to jail
Outside is all turning green
Might as well be a magazine
Gravity will have it’s way with you
Every plot twisted and cruel
The river rubs off on stones
Like Daisy Buchanan’s comb
Mumbling complaints out loud
Filling up leather tomes
Pressed to this plot of earth
Selling a pawn shop mirth
Gravity will have it’s way with you
Every plot twisted and cruel
It’s cruel world
A frame Stuck on the silver screen
aWhere they refused the wedding ring
