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Tales of 14-Songs-in-14-Days: Live blogging This Challenge (Part 2)

When last we saw our heroine, she was driving across Utah in a blue 2007 Prius, happily writing songs and not feeling tired at all. Really. Not at …. ummmmm ….

Well folks, that’s the last time I try to drive from Austin, TX to Salt Lake City, UT in two days. Day 8 was a total bust where songs were concerned.

But I did get some pretty cool songs out of the challenge this time.

Starting with Day 9:  When I got home and recorded this, it turned out to be a piano song.  I had taken my keyboard with me, but it wasn’t needed at the competition. And due to the size of the room in Albuquerque where my gig there was, it never even got taken out of the car. So I tried for awhile to make this song a guitar song, but it would never behave, so it’s a piano song.

Starting to Care for You

I see you coming toward me on the street
Even blocks away, I’d know your long stride anywhere
With suddenly trembling hands I reach
To smooth my windblown hair.
Oh dear.
I think I’m starting to care
For you.

I know that you are in this room
Even in this crowd I’d know your deep voice anywhere
So when did my new favorite tune
Become each word you share
Oh dear.
I think I’m starting to care
For you.

I recognize the signs
Dry mouth. Pounding heart.
In the movie in my mind
You’re cast in the leading part.

I feel your eyes upon me all the time
Even when I’m alone and you’re not really there.
Those silly songs are right.
Your name is like a whispered prayer
Oh dear.
I think I’m starting to care
For you.

I recognize the signs
Daydreamin’ like a child
Turmoil in my mind
Can’t. Stop. Smilin’.

Repeat last verse.

Day 10:  This one, labeled “Untitled” was in my MasterWriter (the application I usually write songs on) when I opened it.  I didn’t remember starting it, but I thought it would be good inspiration. And it was.  But I think I originally meant it to be the beginning of a song for my daughter’s wedding, and that’s not where it ended up going.  I’m chalking the atmosphere of it up to how very tired I was, and the news of the day.

I Must Apologize

 

I who have known you since you entered this world
I who have witnessed your laughter and tears
And I who have watched you growing up
Applauded your courage in the face of your fears
I who have claimed to have gathered some wisdom
And tried to shine in your eyes
Now I look around me in shame
I must apologize.

I who had so many big dreams
Some that I knew would never be
But I always thought that some of them would
What I would begin, you would complete.
I joked you were born to save the world
But I’ve come to realize
I don’t even know if that would be good
And I must apologize.

Justice lies on the rack of greed
Hatred rises afresh
Fear is winning and love cries in the wilderness.

So here is the torch, may you hold it high
May it light your way to success
Just remember to cast that light on
Those who weep in their distress
And if you succeed where I have failed
I hope you’ll believe that I tried.
And remember my good intentions….
Really … I must apologize.

Day 11:  Leora at this point noticed my Big Brother song, and asked if it was inspired by her song.  I told her it was, and she suggested that we pick a theme for this day and both write a song about it.  She gave me a couple of choices, and I picked this one because it rang some bells for me.

This Old Red Dress

This old red dress, it used to go dancing
Harold and I would step out on the floor
People would smile when they saw us coming
I miss Harold, but I miss dancing more.

This old red dress, once it was new
I loved the way it belled out when we’d twirl
Satin and sequins and rhinestones too.
Red shoes to match. One string of pearls.

I would give anything for one more dance
With Harold and I swept up in the romance
He was my prince and I was his princess
When I danced with Harold
In this old red dress.

I’ve tried dancing with others, don’t get me wrong
Gave each one a chance, but none were as good
That’s how it’s been since Harold’s been gone
Found none to match and I don’t think I could.

I would give anything for one more dance
With Harold and I swept up in the romance
He was my prince and I was his princess
When I danced with Harold
In this old red dress.

Sooner or later I’ll find him again
Whenever I’m finally laid to rest
I’ve already planned what I will be wearing
For sure it will be this old red dress

Chorus

Day 12: Finally! I finally have the song I’m going to sing at Raina and Jesse’s wedding. (My daughter and her fiance, for the uninitiated.) This is the 6th one, but this one I actually like. You won’t get to hear it until after October 6th though, because I want its first performance to be at the wedding.

First Steps

Long ago when you were small
And you were learning how to walk
A bit afraid that you might fall
But walking would be grand.
You were young but you were brave
So you let go of the table
And off ito the future you ran.

Starting school when you were five
You were standing to one side
Watching others on the slide
By the playground fence
You were shy but had a plan
You let go of mama’s hand
And off into the future you went.

It’s those first steps of each new adventure
First steps that take you so far
It’s those first steps that take you to who you are.

Now you stand to speak your vows
Eyes so shiny, smiles so proud
To say forever right out loud
I do, and so do I
You are young and you are smart
To trust in love and give your heart
And off into your future you fly

Remember
Remember

It’s those first steps of each new adventure
First steps that take you so far
It’s those first steps that take you to who you are.

Day 13:  Another one of my goals for this challenge was to get another song for my Biblical series.  I have been writing story songs for all the characters in the Bible who, although they are an important part of the story, never get to speak or in anyway demonstrate how they feel. About anything.  The first one was “Rachel’s Sister” which is on the CD that I’m finishing up now and have been raising money all month to mix and master. But eventually, I’d like to make a CD with the whole series (which I project to be 10 songs) on it.  On this day, I gave Leora some “titles” and she chose “My Neighbor’s Garden”, but as you see, I changed it on this song. It is the story of David and Bathsheba, told from her point of view.

Your Neighbor’s Garden

I have something to say
Though I may not speak.
I may not show my anger
But I am far from meek.
The Lord will smite us both, David,
And your son won’t last a week.

You spied while I was bathing
And you knew I was alone.
And I had to obey you
When you called to me to come.
While my husband was away, David,
You took me from my home.

Who do you think you are then?
Stealing roses
From your neighbor’s garden.

My husband was a fine man
A loyal man and true.
An honorable and kind man
Not a king like you.
Sent him into mortal danger, David,
While your child within me grew.

Who do you think you are then?
Stealing roses
From your neighbor’s garden.

There are commandments
There are committments
And there are always
Consequences

My name is Bathsheba
And I will be your queen.
And the mother of Solomon
So I will bear the shame.
But the rose you stole, David,
Will forever wear a stain.

Who did you think you are then?
Stealing roses
From your neighbor’s garden.

Day 14:  And a bit of fluff to round things out.

Make Me Cry

Fireworks
and parades
Baby smiles
And holidays
Words of wisdom
Fluffy kittens
Furry mittens too.

Graduations
Wedding vows
Family photos
Lacey clouds
Fields of flowers
Meteor showers
Have the power to

Make me cry
Make my tears fall down
With happiness
I’m just like that I guess
They make me cry.

Sweet reunions
Christmas lights
Hearty laughter
Butterflies
Memories
Ocean breezes
Willow trees do

Make me cry
Make my tears fall down
With happiness
I’m just like that I guess
They make me cry.

I’m a little embarrassed that I tried to get out of this two-week challenge. Even up to the eleventh hour, I was vacillating about doing it. Now that I’ve seen the results, I’m really glad I went ahead and did it.  Here’s Starting to Care:

Starting to Care

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Tales of 14-Songs-in-14-Days: Live blogging This Challenge

Well, it’s live blogging -ish.  I didn’t want to inundate everyone with trivial comments about songs that might not turn out to be “all that”.

So this is a summary at the end of the first week, and a sample of the first week’s best.

Day 1:  Based on a conversation I had with Andy (my husband, for those of you who don’t know him).

Pretty Good

Fact is
Things are not as they should be
I hear it every night on tv
And see it in the news

Y’Come home
And find me in a mess again
And you don’t have to guess again
Why I’ve got the blues

And then we talk for awhile
And you find my smile
Just like I knew you would

And baby, thanks to us
Thanks to us
Thanks to us life is still
Pretty good

Was there always
This much greed and selfishness
Everything and everybody overstressed
And overused.

I come home and find you hangin’ on
By a thread that’s almost gone
So I do my best for you.

And we laugh for awhile
And I find your smile
Just like you knew I would

And baby, thanks to us
Thanks to us
Thanks to us life is still
Pretty good

Day 2:  The first person to contribute to my Indiegogo campaign to raise the funds to mix and master my new CD, was Tommy Adair. I had offered to write a song for the first contributor, so here is the song for Tommy. I didn’t know him personally, so everything I learned about him came from his YouTube channel:

Tommy Pick Your Fiddle Up

Back before he was a teen
He played with the symphony
They said he was a prodigy
But he put his fiddle down
Friends would ask him why he quit
Cuz I want to be a kid
Gonna miss you, teacher said
But he put his fiddle down

Now the strings are old and rusty
On the shelf the case is dusty
And inside of it smells musty
Since he put his fiddle down
Sometimes he imagines when
He felt the bow in his hand
But he hasn’t picked it up again
Since he put his fiddle down.

And everyone who knows him
They all want to tell him

Tommy pick your fiddle up and play us a song
Put a smile on all our faces
Make us dance all night long
Tommy you’ll remember how
It’s not too late
Tommy pick your fiddle up and play.

Tommy thinks that he forgot
How to get sweet music from that box
But he didn’t lose what’s in his heart
When he put his fiddle down
Sometimes he will write a song
And he will sing it all night long
Tommy’s music does go on
But he’s put his fiddle down

And everyone who knows him
They all want to tell him

Tommy pick your fiddle up and play us a song
Put a smile on all our faces
Make us dance all night long
Tommy you’ll remember how
It’s not too late
Tommy pick your fiddle up and play.

Day 3: In the middle of trying to sort out bill payments and tax issues, I expressed my discontent with this song about how nice it would be if all I had to do was music. Truth is, I know I’m lucky that ANY  of what I do is music.  But part of my philosophy is that a perfect life contains stuff to gripe about:

Mainly Music

Don’t get to do what I want to do
Wishing I was a kid again
Don’t get to say what I want to say
Wishing I could do what I did back when
I was a child and life was
Mainly music.

Mostly the world is a noisy place
Often the world is so dark
Mostly I’m just trying to walk the path
Of my life with a loving heart
Mostly I want a world that is
Mainly music.

No one knows what heaven looks like
I’m just hoping for some peace
But I’ll bet the angels sing
In exquisite harmonies

I have my share of comfort and joy
I’m a dreamer I suppose
I have my share of disappointments
I’ll try not to dwell on those
If I can have a world that is
Mainly music.

Day 4: This one was started awhile ago, but never finished. Now it’s “finished”. Maybe.  The trigger was exactly what the first verse says:

Question

So if I trip on the sidewalk
And if I skin my knee
Then I may cry for my mommy inside
But the mommy I want is me.

And if I stubbed my heart on someone
And I’ve splintered my self-esteem
And I say that I need a lover to hold
The lover I need is me.

When do we learn to love ourselves
The way we say we want to be loved?
When will I stop seeking someone else’s approval?

If I need a shoulder
Of a friend where I can lean
Why shouldn’t I be my own best friend,
And that shoulder belong to me?
Eh?
That shoulder belongs to me.

Day 5:  Now I’m in my car, driving to Utah. Actually, I started this trip on Day 4, but I had a song for Day 4. So I’m driving through southern Utah.  If you’ve never driven I-70 west from Grand Junction, CO to I-15, you should get in your car immediately (well, asap) and do that.  I thought at one point, “I should get out my camera and get pictures of this”, and then was struck by the utter pointlessness of trying to capture this huge, overwhelming and overwhelmingly spectacular landscape.  I’ve seen wall-size paintings that don’t do it justice.  So I wrote a song instead:

Let Me Take You West

Let me take you west
And fill your eyes with beauty
I could show you pictures
But they’d just be small and puny
And I would not be satisfied
And you would not feel blessed
Like if you saw them with your own eyes
Let me take you west.

Let me take you west
To timeless earthly majesty
In ever-changing robes and jewels
Left here by the sea.
And you will hear me speak of it
And I will seem obsessed
There’s only one solution
Let me take you west.

Let me take you west
Among the brooding silent canyons
And the shouts of pointed rocky spires
Reaching to the heavens
Spend a day or spend a lifetime
Whatever you suggest
Let me show you how I love you
Let me take you west.

Imagine this at sunset
Let me take you west.

Day 6:  There is one other person doing this challenge with me, Leora, because everyone else in the group did it two weeks ago. I was in Hawaii two weeks ago, and I knew I’d never stick with it, if I tried to do it while vacationing. Leora said something in one of her songs, “Virtual”, that triggered a response in me. This was the result:

Big Brother

Back in 1949 George Orwell wrote a story
About people acting like sheep and the world in an endless war
They didn’t question why. They never questioned who.
Everywhere they looked they saw
“Big Brother is watching You.”

And they lived for Big Brother
And they breathed for Big Brother
And they worked for Big Brother
And believed in Big Brother
Cuz Big Brother was watching.

1984 came and went, and tho the picture isn’t pretty
It’s not as dire as predicted. At least not in your city.
And Big Brother never came to pass
Because it didn’t need ta.
We the people volunteered
And called it “Social Media”

And we dance for Big Brother
And we sing for Big Brother
Tell our hopes to Big Brother
And dreams to Big Brother
And Big Brother is watching.

Even if that’s not the intent
We don’t control how the money is spent
After it leaves our hands.

So look out for Big Brother
Tell your friends ‘bout Big Brother
Never doubt that Big Brother
Is watching.
So we must carefully watch
Big Brother too.

Day 7:  This one is so sketchily sketched out, that I can’t post lyrics here.

Also, Day 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 are not yet recorded, which isn’t strictly according to the rules, but those 4 days I spent driving to and from Salt Lake City, where I took 2nd place in the song competition, by the way, were pretty much drive, leap out to play music, drive, sleep (maximum 6 hours) and drive.  No time to record. I lost 6 pounds because there was no time to eat either. I’m catching up as I can.  Maybe by the time of next week’s blog, I’ll have more for you to listen to, but here’s the song from Day 2.

Tommy Pick Your Fiddle Up