Riding The Blues Train

June 13, 2017 § Leave a comment

Every so often, I like to try my hand at writing a blues lyric. Based on an earlier effort that incorporated a good deal of religious imagery (edited to reflect some changes), I decided I wanted to write something that incorporated the religious notion of giving thanks. For some reason, I also hit upon the metaphor of love as a train.

Say Amen

I saw the proof, I learned the truth
And then, I caught you in a lie
Make no mistake, my heart won’t break
Because I’m telling you goodbye

You can pack your things and get off this train
‘Cause it won’t be stopping here again
I looked for sunshine, all you brought was rain
When you’re gone, I’ll give thanks
And say Amen

Just save your lies, your alibis
‘Cause they don’t mean a thing to me
No memories, no saying please
My eyes are open, and they see

This train’s about to leave the station
And it won’t be coming back again
I’ll say goodbye without hesitation
And when you’re gone, I’ll give thanks
And say Amen

I’ve given all I have
There’s nothing left for you to take
Falling for you was not my first
But it’s my biggest mistake

Closing the file, after a while
I know my heart will start to mend
But after you and all you put me through
It’ll be some time before I love again

You can pack your things and get off this train
‘Cause it won’t be stopping here again
I looked for sunshine, all you brought was rain
When you’re gone, I’ll give thanks
And say Amen

When you’re gone, I’ll give thanks
And say Amen

© 2018 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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Putting Up Some Resistance

June 6, 2017 § Leave a comment

Today’s post borrows from what has become a popular hashtag on both Facebook and Twitter. However, while today’s entry was inspired by that hashtag, this is not a political post.

Instead, today’s lyrical endeavor deals with fighting back against whatever life has handed you. I don’t know if this song will ever be recorded or performed as I envision horns and/or some rocking piano, and neither my wife nor I plays horns or piano. Imagine this slightly uptempo with some horns behind the lyrics in a slightly syncopated jazzy rhythm, and you may get a feel for what I hear in my head with this song.

Resist

Resist, react
If you’re pushed aside
Fight back with all you’ve got
Don’t give up, don’t give in
Don’t surrender, don’t let ’em win
Take a chance – make a move
Even the least of us got something to prove
An open hand can do more than a fist
When you’re feeling disrespected
Resist

Sometimes it feels you’re being pushed away
Even the least of us got something to say
Your beliefs, your point of view
Just ’cause they’re different don’t make ’em less true
I know you feel downhearted
Defeated before you ever get started
Give me your hand; get up and stand
I think it’s time for a brand new plan
So . . .

Resist, react
If you’re pushed aside
Fight back with all you’ve got
Don’t give up, don’t give in
Don’t surrender, don’t let ’em win
Take a chance – make a move
Even the least of us got something to prove
An open hand can do more than a fist
When you’re feeling disrespected
Resist

I see you’re hurtin’
But one thing I know for certain
Now’s not the time to lay down and die
He may be goodbyin’
But there’s no need for cryin’
It’s not too late to act
Once you make your mind up and that’s a fact

Resist, react
If you’re pushed aside
Fight back with all you’ve got
Don’t give up, don’t give in
Don’t surrender, don’t let ’em win
Take a chance – make a move
Even the least of us got something to prove
An open hand can do more than a fist
When you’re feeling disrespected
Resist

When you’re feeling disrespected
Resist

© 2018 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

Writing Through The Pain

June 4, 2017 § Leave a comment

I’ve been writing lyrics for longer than I’d probably care to admit. For most of that time, my lyrics were my therapy, serving to help me cope with emotional pain, setbacks, and even triumphs.

In the last few years, my writing has finally branched out to become more universal, I think, and my songs have gotten better as a result. My lyrics still at times serve a therapeutic purpose, but I think even those seem to speak to something bigger than me and my problems.

Today’s entry comes at the end of a recent creative spurt which found me writing lyrics for three songs in two days. (No, I’m not bragging.) This song was borne out of the misfortune of a fellow singer-songwriter who had her guitar all but destroyed (the jury is still out) by another person.

Based on the pictures I saw of the guitar, I began to imagine a bit of back story, and I came up with the following. I hope she doesn’t mind and is not offended.

Staying True, Staying Strong

Her guitar was bruised and battered
It’d been through the wars
Her feet were on the ground
But her songs reached for the stars

Every scratch, every crack
Had its own story to tell
Amazing what a song has to say
When its singer’s been through hell

Staying true, staying strong
Keeping on the path when others say it’s wrong
Racing time, chasing fate
Hope against hope it’s not too late
To finally follow through
And for once, have a dream come true

She’d seen her share of heartache
Maybe a little more
Trying hard to learn from
Mistakes she’s made before

Every string, every note
Seems to come right from the heart
Hard to say where the music comes from
When your world’s falling apart

Sometimes there’s nothing you can do
But ride the wave and see it through
Time doesn’t always reveal
What’s up ahead
No guarantee that it will heal

Staying true, staying strong
Keeping on the path when others say it’s wrong
Racing time, chasing fate
Hope against hope it’s not too late
To finally follow through
And for once, have a dream come true

Hope against hope it’s not too late
To finally follow through
And for once, have a dream come true

© 2018 Walt Huntsman. All rights reserved.

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