A Bit More Uptempo

March 22, 2016 § Leave a comment

A great deal of what I write falls into the country/blues/folk categories, and most of my songs are more ballad-like in nature. For a change of pace, this one has a little bit more of a rock rhythm to it.

Silly Me

You think I’m crazy for the things I do
Why do you treat me this way?
You say you love me
Then you won’t give me the time of day
You got me so I can’t tell day from night
It may be wrong, but it feels so right
Perhaps I’m too blind to see –
Silly me

Silly me for not getting out before it got too late
Now I’m in so deep, my king’s in danger of checkmate
Not a single clue of just what I should do
You set the trap; I took the bait

I know you think I’m just a simple fool
I guess you could be right
Only know it’s you I’m thinking of
Every day and every night
Wish I had some way to reach your heart
But I don’t even know where to start
As you prove constantly –
Silly me

(Instrumental:)

Silly me for not getting out before it got too late
Now I’m in so deep, my king’s in danger of checkmate
Not a single clue of just what I should do
You set the trap; I took the bait

Now I know I’ll never get free –
Silly me

© 2016 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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Drawing From The Past

March 8, 2016 § Leave a comment

Normally when I write, I take inspiration from my surroundings or from something I overhear or see. Lately, though, I have been looking back through my own life for subject matter.

I am currently working on lyrics for songs that draw upon episodes and people in my life. Such is the case with this offering, which sprang from the memory of my first love affair. While there are a few grains of truth sprinkled here and there, much of what came out is a fictionalized rendition of what actually occurred. Hopefully, it will still ring true.

Will I Find It In You Tonight

When I met her, she was almost old enough
To be the mother that I never had
I was just an inexperienced young man,
A bit pathetic, if not sad
She was drinking on a Friday night, alone,
In a bar outside of town not far from home
So I sat down and I asked her if she’d like some company
And this is what she said to me

She said, “I’ve looked for love in a stranger’s eyes
Convinced myself to believe their lies
I’ve been bruised and battered, been knocked down
Through the lonely nights and tears I’ve found
That all I really need’s a little light
Will I find it in you tonight?”

She said her name was Anna,
And her husband was a thousand miles away
Said she should have seen it as an omen
When it rained upon their wedding day
She’d stayed with him to bring up their two girls
Who now were off to carve out their own worlds
She said if I wanted to that I could take her home
Then we wouldn’t spend tonight alone

She said, “I’ve looked for love in a stranger’s eyes
Convinced myself to believe their lies
I’ve been bruised and battered, been knocked down
Through the lonely nights and tears I’ve found
That all I really need’s a little light
Will I find it in you tonight?”

(Instrumental:)

Though years have passed, I still can see her face
Lined with the pain that time could not erase
Seems like I can still recall her tears each time it rains
I guess a little of her still remains

She said, “I’ve looked for love in a stranger’s eyes
Convinced myself to believe their lies
I’ve been bruised and battered, been knocked down
Through the lonely nights and tears I’ve found
That all I really need’s a little light
Will I find it in you tonight?”

© 2016 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

Uplifting Exchange

March 7, 2016 § 2 Comments

A friend of my recently began what I might call an exercise in civility and in raising people spirits. The exercise consists of sending an e-mail to 20 people via blind copy (BCC).

The e-mail I received contained two e-mail addresses, the first, that of a Facebook friend, and the second, hers. The e-mail itself asked that each of the 20 blind copy recipients send a verse/poem/meditation that has helped the sender through difficult times. Then, we were each asked to send the same message via blind copy to 20 additional people, moving her email address to the top spot and putting our email address second.

For me, the most difficult thing was coming up with 20 people to send it to. The verse/poem/meditation part would also have been hard had I not altered the parameters a bit.

I don’t know that I have a specific verse or poem or meditation that I have drawn upon to help me through hard times. What I have always had and relied upon is music, both the music I listen to and the songs I write.

Music has been at various times therapy, meditation, poetry, release, healing, relaxing. In good times and bad I have called upon music to give voice to what I am thinking or feeling. So I decided that my verse/poem/meditation would be about music itself, a choice made easier by the fact that the recipient of my little ditty is herself a composer.

Chords

Kindred spirits
Though never met
Music the common theme
Seek change through song
Not forced but ever flowing
Each note a ripple
The staff the never-ending stream

© 2016 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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