Current Month Submitted Songs
Young
September
2020
Graeme Hall
Back in my TAXI days, there was a listing asking for a song for a young artist who didn’t want to have a song about old age or divorce but about fun. Just think girls, girls, fast car and girls! This was my attempt… Unfortunately I could never finish the 2nd verse so I never submitted it. So here it is…somewhat delayed…
Verse 1
Don’t play me songs about old age
About divorce, the depression or dyin’ young
Don’t wanna hear about marital problems
Not when I’m tryna have some fun
Don’t tell me stories ‘bout the good old days
If you wanna make me feel good inside
Give me Rodeo bull ridin’
Beau Duke hood slidin’
Stuff that makes me feel alive
Build
Cause every day I get another day older
Can’t spend life lookin’ over your shoulder
Chorus
So give me girls, give me girls
Fast cars and girls
Hot senoritas every time
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane
Gonna lay it on the line
You can shoot me when I’m old and I’m done
Right now I’m crazy, I’m invincible, I’m young!
Verse 2
Don’t spend your whole life chasing money
It’s just the root of all evil (so they say)
Just earn enough to keep you footloose
That’s my philosophy anyway
Just give me an open top roadster out on the freeway
Two senoritas and the wind in my hair
It’s my plan to stay free
Of all responsibility
Livin’ life without a care
Build
Cause every day I get another day older
Can’t spend life lookin’ over your shoulder
Chorus
So give me girls, give me girls
Fast cars and girls
Hot senoritas every time
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane
Gonna lay it on the line
You can shoot me when I’m old and I’m done
Right now I’m crazy, I’m invincible, I’m young!
Bridge
[missing]
Guitar Break
[missing]
Don’t give up at the first hurdle
No that ain’t how the west was won
So stop cryin’ in your beer
Get your butt on over here
These two fine ladies are just looking for some FUN!
Chorus
So give me girls, give me girls
Fast cars and girls
Hot senoritas every time
I’m livin’ life in the fast lane
Gonna lay it on the line
You can shoot me when I’m old and I’m done
Right now I’m crazy, I’m invincible, I’m just plain dumb!
I Turn Around
September
2020
Jay Harris
Turn Around
I don’t often stop and look around me.
Guess I’m afraid what I may see.
People projecting all their fears out.
God knows I've got enough for me.
I turn around.
It’s not that I can’t be congenial.
I've got friends like no one else.
But this world is acting so amazing.
What’s real or not is hard to tell.
I hear each side expressing all their problems,
Laid out on the ground. Scattered all around.
So how can I address without understanding
The source that fuels it all, I mean what would it be called?
I turn around.
I go back home just turn around
Not my fight no answers found
No winners here nobody crowned
I give up just I turn around.
‘Cause when I’m by myself, at home, no one else.
Peace all around
Then I look outside my window and I see what’s going down.
No one can stop and really tell you.
Just how they want the world to be.
But hate and senseless life destruction.
The only message that I see.
Decades of lies, hurtful misunderstandings
Manifested all around, hear that awful sound.
Walls that divide so thick we can’t penetrate them
In every single town, why can’t we tear ‘em down.
I turn around.
Too big to eat no answer found
Agendas lurking all around
The fix just can’t get off the ground.
We can’t quit let’s turn around.
There’s too much good don’t tear it down.
Let’s talk it out, find common ground.
Hand in hand let’s stick around.
The River
September
2020
Anna Beavers
THE RIVER
© Anna Beavers Sept. 2020
VERSE 1
I lived by the river all my life
Played as a child by the riverside
Texas sun burning through my clothes
Red clay dirt between my toes
The first time it flooded I was nine
We barely made it out in time
Carried to the truck on Daddy’s back
Spare clothes in a paper sack
PRE-CHORUS 1
Small creek, wide Sea
I cried at my mother’s knee
Water as far as I could see
This is what she said to me
CHORUS
The river goes where it wants to be
The river longs to be set free
It’s outside of our control
The river goes where it wants to go
VERSE 2
Sun Shines. Rain ends
The river sleeps to rise again
Farms thrive in a muddy wake
The river gives. The river takes
Life is short and bitter sweet
Love comes. Love leaves
I wish you were here with me
But the river goes where it wants to be
PRE-CHORUS 2
Small creek, wide sea
The river will be what it's gonna to be
Almost gone, around the bend
Out of sight then back again
CHORUS 2
The river goes where it wants to be
The river longs to be set free
It’s outside of your control
The river goes where it wants to go
Tag
The river goes where it wants to go
The river goes where it wants to go
Walking In The Moonlight With You
September
2020
John Taylor
(Recorded on my iPhone. Not looking for audio critiques, just songwriting ones. Thanks for listening!)
One, two, three/ what a pair are we
Hunting foxes 'till the day is through
You with tags on your sleeve and me
Just walking in the moonlight with you
Walking in the moonlight with you
Walking in the moonlight with you
You with me take from the apple tree, then I'm
Walking in the moonlight with you
Will those that serve see we get what we deserve?
From the garden or the trough?
Me with dust in my shoe and you
In those clothes that you can't take off
Oh I did mean to go and fight for your dream. No more
Sitting 'round talking about bread
'till we got caught in that blackthorn bush. I'm thinking
We should've stayed in bed
One, two, three/ only then I see
That she had no tears to cry
It was only then that I took her hand
'cause we only get one try
Love a Lady
September
2020
Kari Loya
Thanks for the feedback everyone!
Here were the minor changes I made to this version:
1) Modified the melody of the bridge for a little more variety.
2) Modified the lyrics of the bridge
3) Added a second vocal for harmony/fuller sound on the bridge.
4) Added some background "hey"s and "ho"s to the final chorus for some barroom/seafaring party energy!
I work the mines, plow the fields, write the code, swap the yields,
Sip the barley, corn, and rye, Cactus, cane, and rice, no lie!
I scream my lungs at my lads on screen, Give us more points and… less preen!
Stumble from the pub at a wee wee hour, Back to the hub to down my power.
And I know… Yes, I know…
Chorus:
I’ll sail the seas far and wide, I’ll climb the peaks, spelunk inside.
I’ll cross the scorching dunes of sand, On my way to understand…
All the beauty that abounds Savory scents, sights and sounds.
Just one thing’ll make me cryI wanna love a lady before I die.
I stick with numbers, just the facts, Flies, the only thing that attracts.
Butterfly wings are poetry. I’ll try to glide inside of me
And cultivate this garden plot, Though I’d rather be a Russian cosmonaut.
I’ll bring my flowers into the world. Pinks and periwinkles unfurled.
And I know… Yes, I know… I know… Yes I know…
Chorus:
Bridge:
I wanna love a lady but…
I wanna love a lady but…
I speak maps, they speak shoes…
They’re win-win, I’m win lose…
But I got hope. Ain't what I earn.
S'all about them, and what I learn.
[OLD: But I’ve got hope. No matter what I earn…
There’s so much I can learn.]
And I know… Yes, I know…
Chorus:
A Sunday Kind Of Morning
September
2020
Ron Rost
It's a Sunday kind of morning I'm lying in bed
Storm clouds performing their melancholy dance
I'm so into lazy nothing else stands a chance
It's a Sunday kind of morning in bed
Raindrops and rumbles tap a tympani tale
Lullabied ambitions diminish in scale
No need to scurry from where I lay my head
It's a Sunday kind of morning in bed
Chorus - Here I am planning out nothing at all
No set appointment no one to call
Bathed in the moment the slow blissful draw
It’s a Sunday kind of morning in bed
A Sunday kind of morning fait accompli
No chance of bustle far as I see
A casual condition at ease and worry free
It’s a Sunday kind of morning… and
Chorus
instrumental break
A Sunday kind of morning lying in bed
Storm clouds performing their melancholy dance
I'm so into lazy nothing else stands a chance
It's a Sunday kind of morning... and
Here I am planning out nothing at all
No set appointment no one to call
Bathed in the moment the slow blissful draw
It’s a Sunday kind of morning
A Sunday kind of morning
It's a Sunday kind of morning in bed
A Sunday kind of morning
Six String Man
September
2020
Dan DeHart
This song is rough...needs a lot of work and help! But, I am going out of town for a few days and had to rush. Look forward to critiques to help me make it better.
Six String Man
Dan DeHart
I have played my guitar in so many bars
Played my songs, both near and far
I’ve Been stuck on the road, lonely and blue
Spending my time just thinking of you
Just give me a chance to shred my parts
And play the strings of your heart
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Chorus
I’m a six string man, I can play in your band
I can play lead guitar, oh yes I can
I’m your six string man, I stay in the groove
I will walk the line, I will stay in tune
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Lead break like verse
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Refrain
The best part of road is touching people’s hearts
The worst part is being apart
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I’m nearing the end of our current tour
Can’t wait to see you, of that I am sure
I’ve made some mistakes; I know that’s true
Just give me a chance, to make it up to you
I’ll do anything you want me to
To show you how much that I love you
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Chorus twice
Is There Anybody Out There
September
2020
Andrew Fischer
Would you rise with the sun? Would you fall with the rain?
Would you blame anyone for the grief and the pain?
Would you rush with the river? Would you howl with the wind?
And if you could, would you ever do it over again?
Is there anybody out there anymore?
Would fly with the clouds? Would you set with the moon?
Would you just wonder how it could happen to you?
Would you blaze like a star? Would you sink like a stone?
In the end, could you ever brave it alone?
Is there anybody out there anymore?
Breathe out
You’re free now
Can’t you see how?
You’re free now
Would you rise with the sun? Would you set with the moon?
Would you just wonder how it could happen to you?
Why Me
September
2020
Ron Tintner
This is the piece to follow "The Message" [ ] in the "Space Opera." Our hero has been getting these prophetic but cryptic "messages" in his head and trying to figure out why he is so lucky and what is he supposed to. In an epic story template, not unlike Moses getting his marching orders from the burning bush - and he asked similar questions.
Why Me? (The Message, Part II)
Words & Music by Ron Tintner © 2020, ASCAP
Over and over I see in my head
A sound of unearthly design
A pulsatile, crystalline, shimmering tone
But with logic and meaning inside
It’s clearly a message, but what does it mean
An omen, a puzzle, a sign?
Stronger and stronger, day after day
Possessing my thoughts and my time
Why me? Of all the people on earth
Why me? Without title or station by birth
Why me? I never volunteered
Why me? Why me? Why me?
I query discretely my fam’ly and friends
I search my resources on-line
No one acknowledges hearing or seeing
The things going on in my mind
I dare not consult doctors or counselors
They’d lock me up in a cell
But still I believe that the message has meaning
I’m not just insane or unwell
Why me? Of all the people on earth
Why me? Without title or station by birth
Why me? I never volunteered
Why me? Why me? Why me?
Break
The meaning has crystallized, I know my task
To carry the message sent from the past
To the ends of the earth
To the ends of the sky
Till the end of the days of my life
The Work Bench
September
2020
Jeanie Rosenberg Trotter, Buddy Trotter and Danny Liggett
We have uploaded revised version of he song based on the comments. Thanks for critiques,
The Work Bench
Jeanie Rosenberg Trotter, Buddy Trotter and Danny Liggett
V1
A little girl sat on the basement steps, thinking it was cool
Her Dad was down there all alone, working with his tools
She watched from her point of view, learning what he knew
Chorus
That old work bench, where Daddy used his tools
That old work bench, where she learned the rules
When something’s broken, doesn’t mean its’ use is through
Cause it can be fixed, just like Daddy used to do
V2
The little girl began to learn what each tool was meant for
From his oil can she learned to oil her bike, with his wrench she fixed much more
With a shoeshine box that she made, polished her shoes with pride
Chorus
Bridge
From morning through afternoon
The life lessons she’d consume
Special times gone too soon
V3
After Daddy passed, she had to go back and open that basement door
She sat on the bench, and thought about the lessons she didn’t ignore
Knowing her life since was shaped by that work bench
Chorus
© 2020 Jeanie Rosenberg Trotter, Buddy Trotter and Danny Liggett
Faith Over Fear
September
2020
Jesse Navarro
As the deer long for streams or water
so I long for you my God
I thirst for you I stand before you
I put my hope in you my savior
I trust in your word let your love rush in
and quiet me with your love
I choose faith over fear
I give you praise
I choose faith over fear
I give you praise
I give you praise
God I love you I need you
your faithful fill my heart full of faith
I trust in your word let your love rush in
and quiet me with your love
I choose faith over fear
every day
you pour love
upon me
every night
I sing your songs of praise
Jasmine's in the Wind Again
September
2020
Todd Bynum
I have a remix of the song. Same lyrics, but give it a new listen. I hope you like it. Thanks for all the comments!
Jasmine’s In The Wind
It’s Spring in the park again;
young lovers whisper, “I love you”
walking hand in hand
They pause for a moment
by a wishing pond and close their eyes
And toss a coin in
They both smile because they know
without words they wished the same
and when they go, the sweet air
brings you home home
Chorus:
Jasmine oh Jasmine floating on a soft Spring breeze
you are there unmistakable once again with me
only for a moment and then a me mo ry
Jasmin’s in the wind a—gain
I think of your hand in mine,
when we walked just like those young ones do
Yes, those were good times
Life was so perfect then
We were laughing, loving having fun
like it would never end
I stroll this park all year.
Summer, Fall and winter, too.
And when Spring is here.
I think of you
Chorus
Jasmine oh Jasmine floating on a soft Spring breeze
you are there unmistakable once again with me
only for a moment and then a me mo ry
Jasmin’s in the wind a—gain
BRIDGE
Memories can be bitter-sweet
Without you here to hold
Some day we will meet again
This thing I know
For now I Have
Chorus/Outtro
Jasmine oh Jasmine floating on a soft Spring breeze
you are there unmistakable once again with me
only for a moment and then a me mo ry
Jasmin’s in the wind a—gain
Oh my Jasmin’s in the wind a—gain
to Believe
September
2020
Paul Boedeker
Country music has always been my first love. I wanted to write a song reminiscent of the old master, George Jones. So sit back with a bottle of whatever it is you choose to cry into, and join me in a listen! Thanks!
to Believe
I thought I ought
to believe in you
I knew my wildest dream had come true
I fought, I could not
believe we were through
now I ought to be leaving you
you tell me that it’s easy
this saying “goodbye”
I’m not quite sure, how that is so.
how do I deny
this hurt on the inside
how long does it take it to go?
oh star light, star bright
I wish that I might
wish once and have it come true
please let me forget
the moment we met
maybe then I can get over you
‘cause I thought I ought
to believe in you
I knew my wildest dream had come true
I fought, I could not
believe we were through
now I ought to be leaving you
each night the streetlights
all stare ‘till the dawn
then wink out, each one at a time
I pray that one day
your memory will fade
and leave me a piece of my mind
‘cause I thought I ought
to believe in you
I knew my wildest dream had come true
I fought, I could not
believe we were through
now I ought to be leaving you
oh, I ought to be leaving you.
Grandma and Grandpa's House
September
2020
Patricia Bishop and Jesse Navarro
In honor of Grandparents' Day on September 13
Grandma and Grandpa’s House
Patricia Bishop and Jesse Navarro ©June 2020
V1
When our kids first moved out of the house
We were thrilled to be all alone
For a couple of years, we were both like
Two birds flying on our own
V2
But after a while that feeling wore out
We realized something was missing
That echo of joy through this house
Of children laughing and singing
Pre Chorus - So we started wishing and praying for
grandkids to come along
Chorus
They call us Granny and Pops
Running all around this house
Like a great big circus of fun
We’re their Granny and Pops
Though they wear us both out
We never mind when they come
To their Grandma and Grandpa’s house
V3
We sit on the floor making castles
Out of Lego building blocks
Reading books about Spider Man
And sometimes Goldie Locks
V4
We have more time to play with them
Then our own kids ever had
And if they start misbehaving
We send them back to Mom and Dad
Bridge - There’s nothing sweeter than the sound of “I love you Granny”
There’s nothing sweeter than the sound of “I love you Pops”
Chorus 2X
They call us Granny and Pops
Running all around this house
Like a great big circus of fun
We’re their Granny and Pops
Though they wear us both out
We never mind when they come
To their Grandma and Grandpa’s house
We never mind when they come
To their Grandma and Grandpa’s house
I Ain't Broke
September
2020