Songwriting, The Song Well, Tunesday

Tunesday: Dec 1st: Gravity

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).

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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

Songwriting, The Song Well, Tunesday

Tunesday: Nov 17th: My Mother’s Necklace

Every Tunesday I post a boldly imperfect, one-take song draft of a song. This was written during the Fearless Challenge a year ago in November. The prompt was, “My Mother’s Necklace” (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).

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The sun’s not up but it’s acoming
The night’s still dark but it’s arunning

& I’m awaiting on the light
Can’t hardly wait to see that sight

Been feeling like I’m going crazy
Clear blue sky they’re calling hazy

They’ll break a window just to call it broke
They’ll set a fire so they can yell out smoke

The night’s been long but not much longer
The night’s been long but not much longer

I see the dawning of the light
And good goddamn what a pretty sight

Songwriting, The Song Well, Tunesday

Tunesday: Nov 9th: Broken Windows

Every Tunesday I post a boldly imperfect, one-take song draft of a song. This was written from the Fearless Challenge’s Day 1 prompt, “Broken Windows” (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).

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The sun’s not up but it’s acoming
The night’s still dark but it’s arunning

& I’m awaiting on the light
Can’t hardly wait to see that sight

Been feeling like I’m going crazy
Clear blue sky they’re calling hazy

They’ll break a window just to call it broke
They’ll set a fire so they can yell out smoke

The night’s been long but not much longer
The night’s been long but not much longer

I see the dawning of the light
And good goddamn what a pretty sight

Songwriting, The Song Well, Tunesday

Tunesday: Nov 3rd: It’s Shadow Shall Appear

Every Tunesday I post a boldly imperfect, one-take song draft of a song. This was written from this past Saturday’s prompt, “It’s Shadow Shall Appear” (You can receive a new prompt every Friday in time for Happy Hour by signing up here).

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Tunesday: Oct 27th: Through the Woods

Every Tunesday I post a boldly imperfect, one-take song draft of a song. This was written from this past Saturday’s prompt, “Through the Woods” (You can receive a new prompt every Friday in time for Happy Hour by signing up here).

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I’ve been a jack
I’ve yelled timber out for the things I loved before
I’ve being a shill
rubbing nickels to bring a genie’d grant me more
I’ve been dirt in a sad song that sings goodbye
I’ve been last call with a jukebox and no dime

These Treetop are always swaying
While I’ve lived and wondered who I want to be
I ain’t through the woods I think that’s what i’m saying
The end of this is surely certainty

I’ve been two roads
Both crooked love and the straight line of regret
I’ve been fresh snow
And the first step in a patch of wet cement
I’ve been the last dance with tequila and a lime
I’ve been shaky words upon page unsigned

I’ve been three beds
I’ve been lumpy like cold porridge and just right
I’ve been beat red
Yelling at these teeth that stalk me in the night
I’ve been moaning ghosts and high spirits that howl round
Flown like buttered toast that lands face down on the ground