Spring fever?
Who knows... but this song came together during my run yesterday morning... in about 35 minutes... all I hadda do was add a line or two to finish the chorus and edit a little (still needs a little more of that, I'm sure).
The idea kinda launched itself when I caught Little Big Town's "Pontoon" video with the lake party-boaters... and I've been listening to a lot of Eric Church lately (who is one of the two best, current, country writers/artists, in my humble opinion - the other being Jamey Johnson...)
Enny whey, as always, any thoughts, comments, and suggestions are welcome...
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WE JUMPED IN
(c) 2014 - G. Smith (BMI)
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It was almost June, they said it was too soon,
Standing on the river’s edge;
You looked at me and we counted to three,
And stepped out off of that stone ledge.
We climbed out laughing and splashing,
That water was cold, cold, cold;
But a spark jumped between us on that spring day,
That lit a fire in my soul.
When we jumped in;
Would those waters be too deep?
Would we be up to our knees, up to our necks,
Or over our heads when we made that leap?
No-one could tell us nothing,
We wouldn't sink ‘cause we knew we could swim;
And we never gave a thought about treading water,
We just jumped in;
Yeah, we jumped in.
We spent that summer arm in arm,
Or at least we were hand in hand;
Winding up at the river on Friday nights
Sitting together on the wet sand.
One thing led to another,
You know the way that those things do.
How would we tell your mom and dad
Why we missed your curfew.
When we jumped in;
Would those waters be too deep?
Would we be up to our knees, up to our necks,
Or over our heads when we made that leap?
No-one could tell us nothing,
We wouldn't sink ‘cause we knew we could swim;
And we never gave a thought about treading water
We just jumped in;
Yeah, we jumped in.
That was how many years ago?
Ain’t it funny how time flies by?
That baby’s got my smile and nose,
But there ain’t no doubt she’s got your eyes.
I think you think she’s the only thing,
Keeping us together,
My answer’s clear, but it depends on you
And if you wonder whether…
When we jumped in;
Were those waters way too deep?
Would we be up to our knees, up to our necks,
Or over our heads when we made that leap?
No-one could tell us nothing,
We wouldn't sink ‘cause we knew we could swim;
And we never gave a thought about treading water
We just jumped in;
Yeah, we jumped in.
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JUMP ON IN...
Spring fever?
Who knows... but this song came together during my run yesterday morning... in about 35 minutes... all I hadda do was add a line or two to finish the chorus and edit a little (still needs a little more of that, I'm sure).
The idea kinda launched itself when I caught Little Big Town's "Pontoon" video with the lake party-boaters... and I've been listening to a lot of Eric Church lately (who is one of the two best, current, country writers/artists, in my humble opinion - the other being Jamey Johnson...)
Enny whey, as always, any thoughts, comments, and suggestions are welcome... ----------------------------- WE JUMPED IN (c) 2014 - G. Smith (BMI) ------------------------------------------------------------------- It was almost June, they said it was too soon, Standing on the river’s edge; You looked at me and we counted to three, And stepped out off of that stone ledge. We climbed out laughing and splashing, That water was cold, cold, cold; But a spark jumped between us on that spring day, That lit a fire in my soul.
When we jumped in; Would those waters be too deep? Would we be up to our knees, up to our necks, Or over our heads when we made that leap? No-one could tell us nothing, We wouldn't sink ‘cause we knew we could swim; And we never gave a thought about treading water, We just jumped in; Yeah, we jumped in. We spent that summer arm in arm, Or at least we were hand in hand; Winding up at the river on Friday nights Sitting together on the wet sand. One thing led to another, You know the way that those things do. How would we tell your mom and dad Why we missed your curfew. When we jumped in; Would those waters be too deep? Would we be up to our knees, up to our necks, Or over our heads when we made that leap? No-one could tell us nothing, We wouldn't sink ‘cause we knew we could swim; And we never gave a thought about treading water We just jumped in; Yeah, we jumped in. That was how many years ago? Ain’t it funny how time flies by? That baby’s got my smile and nose, But there ain’t no doubt she’s got your eyes. I think you think she’s the only thing, Keeping us together, My answer’s clear, but it depends on you And if you wonder whether… When we jumped in; Were those waters way too deep? Would we be up to our knees, up to our necks, Or over our heads when we made that leap? No-one could tell us nothing, We wouldn't sink ‘cause we knew we could swim; And we never gave a thought about treading water We just jumped in; Yeah, we jumped in. --------------------------
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THIS WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST TIME
Here's one that I've been wrestling since last spring... amazing what being iced in can do to the creative juices, huh...
As always, thoughts, comments, and critiques are not only welcome, but encouraged...
Y'all stay warm... and watch your step...
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--------------------------------------------------------------------- THIS WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST TIME (c) 2014 - G. Smith (BMI) ---------------------------------------------------------- You church-hug me, And you don't say you love me like you used to; Sure, it bugs me, But I'm not sure what to say or what to do. Am I just being petty, Or is something going on? This wouldn't be the first time You told me I was wrong... But you church-hug me.
You rarely kiss me; And I wonder if you miss me when I'm not around. But Baby, this is me, Is there some one new that you have found? Am I just being petty, Or is something going on? This wouldn't be the first time, I hoped that I was wrong... But you rarely kiss me.
You won't hold my hand; And I don't understand why things are strange; This wedding band Is proof that nothing's changed... Am I just being petty, Or is something going on? This wouldn't be the first time, I prayed that I was wrong, But you won't hold my hand...
And you church-hug me...
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Happy New Year' Y'all
Just posted a song I wrote with Herb Ford several years ago about an annual event in Brasstown, North Carolina...
The Lowering of the Opossum at Clay's Corner (http://www.clayscorner.com/new-years-eve.shtml) - and Clay has promised to try getting on local radio up there in the Murphey-Hayesville-Young Harris non-metro-plex - who knows, it might even break out to Ashville and Franklin...
Enny whey... give a listen and have a have fantastic '14, y'all...
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NEWS OF THE DAY
I follow a couple of blogs, and one, Robert Lee Brewer's Poetic Asides (http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides), posts writing prompts throughout the year (weekly on Wednesdays, and daily durning April - National Poetry Month - and November - as "chapbook challenge"). I'll use these as springboards for writing lyrics and/or songs (to varying degrees of success). I'll start posting the prompts (and some results) for those who may want to "play along." What follows is one from last month - write about "the news of the day..." Y'all's thoughts, comments, critiques, or co-writer queries are more than welcome. g ================== THE LATEST EDITION (OF THE FINAL WORD) (c) 2013 - G. Smith (BMI) -------------------------------------- I come in from work and turn on the TV, If it bleeds it leads, or so it seems to me. They can't do nothing with the mess in DC, And no one acts like they know why this has to be. Have you heard... The latest edition of the - final word? Have you heard... The latest edition of the - final word? Jack and Diane are getting divorced, Fighting over custody - it's ugly, of course. And old Mr. Bailey who who works down at the bank, Was seen leavin' this evenin' from the county drunk tank. Have you heard... The latest edition of the - final word? Have you heard... The latest edition of the - final word? BRIDGE: What... Can you say... About the news... Of the day? Twisters in Kansas, fires out west, Where is all the good news? Can't they give it a rest? This may never go above the fold on top of page one, But there's a crescent moon just above the setting sun. The sky is clear, the stars appear, the day's almost done. And you're right here beside me, you make my whole world fun. So have you heard... The latest edition of the - final word? Have you heard... The latest edition of the - final word? Extra! Extra! Read all about it... The latest edition of the - final word... Have you heard... The latest edition of the - final word?
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A Gift (?) from outta the sunset skies...
Sometimes, you know how you'll see something and it takes off at a dead run?
Well, what follows is one-such... During my evening after-dinner run (okay, power walk), I was passed by an SUV with an obvious dad riding shotgun (shotgun... appropriate, perhaps...), and when I passed 'em for the third time attempting to park in an empty space in an empty parking lot, the first verse just sort of fell right out of the clouds...
And so, without further ta do... here's the first draft of: LITTLE GIRL (c) 2012 - G. Smith (BMI) -------------------------------------------------------- Little girl behind the wheel, Trying not to cry, I can't believe that... this is real; Me teaching you to drive. You look so nervous; You look so scared; But I'm the one who's... Unprepared... Little girl behind the wheel; If you won't cry... neither will I.
Little girl in cap and gown, Laughing with your friends; A few more weeks till... you leave town, Before the summer ends... Off to college... Off to school... I'm not sure I... Like these rules... Little girl in cap and gown; If you'll keep laughing... so will I...
It seems like twenty minutes ago I was counting fingers, counting toes; Asking, "Hey - who's got your nose?" It's old but true - how fast time goes... It's old but true... how fast time goes...
Little girl walking down the aisle, Tell me, what's the rush? Don't say a word, I can... see your smile... Did I make you blush...? You look so happy, As you say, "I do..." I guess that I'll get Through this, too.... Little girl walking down the aisle, If you keep smiling.... so will I... If you keep smiling... so will I... ======================= As an after-note... no, I have no daughters, just sons... one of which (who?) graduated this past weekend, making verse two both "easy" and "hard" at the same time...
In enny event... holler if you're so inclined...
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