Completing The Trilogy

October 26, 2020 § Leave a comment

In the last two posts, I’ve shared lyrics written during an unexpected additional day’s stay at Three Island State Park in Glenn’s Ferry, Idaho. Today, I share the third of those lyrical efforts. (You can read the other two entries here and here.)

The lyrics shared below were actually the first ones written on that day. I happened to be watching some music programs on one of the PBS channels (PBS Learn or PBS World, perhaps) and realizing that, while I might be a decent songwriter (at least, I like to think so), chances are that I am unlikely to gain renown for my music.

Thinking about that inspired today’s entry, which is basically about the realization that I write because I have to; it’s a part of who I am. I don’t do it to get rich or become famous, although I wouldn’t necessarily reject either of those events should they happen.

The lyrics may come across as a bit defeatist, but the underlying melody in my head is upbeat and hopefully makes this a more positive song than it might at first glance appear. Enjoy!

Keep On Keeping On

I’m a never was who’ll never be
But that lack of fame don’t bother me
I just keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
As long as one person’s listening
I’ll keep on singing my song

I didn’t make it and never will
But that don’t mean I’m over the hill
I just keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
As long as the music is playing
I’ll keep on singing my song

BRIDGE
I may never reach the top of the charts
But that isn’t why I write and sing
I know that music can touch the coldest heart
And for me, that’s everything

I don’t draw big crowds, I’m not a star
And I don’t have a driver for my car
But I keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
You should know that every chance I get
I’ll keep on singing my song

INSTRUMENTAL

BRIDGE

I don’t draw big crowds, I’m not a star
And I don’t have a driver for my car
But I keep on keeping on
Keep on keeping on
You should know that every chance I get
I’ll keep on singing my song

As long as one person’s listening
I’ll keep on singing my song

© 2020 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

Also According To Plan?

October 24, 2020 § 1 Comment

In my post from a couple of days ago, I wrote of spending an unplanned extra day at Three Island Crossing State Park in Glenn’s Ferry, Idaho. At the end of that post, I mentioned that three sets of lyrics came out of that extra day.

Today’s entry features what was actually the third song to come out of that day. I say song because two of the three have been chorded, including the one posted two days ago.

As I was waiting for a mobile RV technician to help me get back on the road, a process that took the better part of a day and a half, I thought about being broken down in Glenn’s Ferry, with no way to go anywhere. My wife had gone home the night before, so I was literally stranded.

Starting with that premise, the story took its own turn and developed pretty quickly. Let me know what you think.

The Dream

I was broken down and stranded near the small town of Glenn’s Ferry
Just a bit concerning and a little scary
Wasn’t quite sure what to do, just a few bucks to my name
Trying hard to keep my cool, but I was nervous just the same

An old pickup stopped beside me, and a voice came from inside
“Looks like you’ve got trouble, maybe you could use a ride”
I thanked the voice and got in, and much to my surprise
A girl with hair of gold and fire burning in her eyes . . .
She asked me

REFRAIN
Have you ever dreamed that you could fly
Saw your spirit soaring way up in the sky
That’s the dream I have most every night
And in the morning, seems I wake up just to die

She drove me to the place she lived, it was on the edge of town
Led me to her kitchen, and she told me to sit down
Then she offered me some breakfast, told me I could stay the night
In her face, I saw an angel, and in her eyes, the devil’s light

BRIDGE
That night turned into several, we just couldn’t quite let go
Though we both knew it had to end one day
I left her in that small town so many years ago
But even now, I still can hear her say

REFRAIN

© 2020 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

The Muse Had A Plan

October 22, 2020 § 2 Comments

Recently, my wife and I spent several days at Idaho’s Three Island State Park, near the small town of Glenn’s Ferry. Due to some complications with our RV, I ended up staying an extra day in order to wait for a mobile RV repair service to get me back on the road.

Thanks to problems lining up a service and delays in their arrival, I managed to binge watch some PBS on television, including an episode of the series Songs at the Center. The episode I saw featured songwriter Tony Arata.

He may not be a name familiar to most people, but at least one of his songs should be. Arata wrote the country classic “The Dance,” which was a huge song for Garth Brooks in 1990.

However, the song that sparked today’s entry was one Arata performed earlier in the program, a co-write with Pat Alger called “My Mother’s Son.” The song got me thinking about my own mother, and that led to today’s entry. Enjoy!

NOTE: This is one of three lyrics produced during that very productive extra day. I’ll be sharing the other two on the blog as well. So be looking for them.

Mama Stood Tall

Mama went to work every night at five
Serving drinks and smiles each night till two
A dollar sixty-five an hour plus tips
Barely enough to make it through

Three children and a deadbeat husband’s mouth to feed
Never had a dollar to her name
Looking to tomorrow for something better
But each day remained the same

REFRAIN
Yet through it all
Through the sorrow and the pain
Mama stood tall
Took God’s lash and Satan’s cane
And even when it seemed she had to hit the wall
Mama stood tall

Married to a man who thought love made him weak
Ruled the household with an iron hand
In place of a heart there burned a hellish fire
I could never understand

REFRAIN

BRIDGE
Day after day, night after night
This little boy prayed to God to make it right
Please let Mama walk out of the darkness
Back into the light

INSTRUMENTAL

REFRAIN

Even with her back against the wall
Mama stood tall

© 2020 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.