Just Keep Writing

I wrote this the other day while sitting in class. I was looking out the window as it started to rain and I began thinking about how I wanted to go for a drive and turn the radio up. That got me thinking about music and how everyone has a song that speaks to them. Currently, Colder Weather from the Zac Brown Band is the song that is speaking to me. This sounds a bit ridiculous, but I wrote this song about how that song makes me feel when it comes on the radio. I can't help but hum along and think about the story, and place myself in the scenario. The following lyric is the result of my rainy-day-dream. That Song © Chelsey Sears 2011 I had to run through the rain To get to my car As soon as I turned the key The radio came on The DJ said "hey y'all Here's somethin' new" By the time it reached the chorus I was wonderin' if you Have heard that song With the wailing steel guitar And that soulful fiddle player That can tug at your heart Did th...

On Valentines day, I bought myself a rose. This isn't the first year I've done it, which is sad. But I found myself the prettiest rose in the bin at Walmart, dug it out, and grabbed some chocolates. It was the first time in a while that I had celebrated Singles Awareness Day, so I decided to do it in style. When I got to my room I put that rose in some water in a mason jar and placed it on my bedside table. I slowly watched that rose wilt, admiring how something so dead could still be beautiful. It was that rose that inspired this next lyric. This is another song about a lost love, which is kind of like a dead rose sitting in a mason jar. Even though the joy it brings is gone, it's still hard sometimes to throw it away and act like it never existed. There is a beauty even in its end. What If © Chelsey Sears 2011 Female Country There's a dead rose on the counter It's been there a couple days I know that I should Pro'lly throw it away But everytime I p...

I don't know if it's because I've been stressed out for the past week, but for some reason I have not been able to lay down a lyric. Well, the other day I was reflecting on all the things I wish I could do, but I can't. The first line of this came from a chat conversation on an (don't judge me) online dating site, when a guy said he was looking for someone who was more attractive. My first response was that I'm not the kind of girl who will turn heads but I'm good at being me. As soon as I sent that message, I closed the chat, blocked the guy, and grabbed my pencil and paper. Bein' Me © Chelsey Sears 2011 I ain't the kind of girl who will turn heads Just walkin' down the street I ain't no blond bombshell but I'm good at bein' me I don't have a frame up on the wall With a doctoral degree I'm not going to save the world But I'm good at being me I work hard every day I pray every night I may not be pullin...

Although I seem to have greater success with leaving songs, I love party songs. There's nothing more appealing to me, from a songwriting point of view, than grabbing a pencil and writing something fast and fun. In recent months I have been a bit stuck on ballads. So, as I began to tap my toe in an environmental seminar yesterday, the I decided it was time for something fun. The following lyric is the result. Straight © Chelsey Sears 2011 Found myself an empty stool As I slid up to the bar To the sound of endless chatter And the tunes of a steel guitar He popped up out of nowhere Offered me a round Said "Darlin' pick your poison" As he laid the money down I said "Give it to me straight. I like it rough It's gonna be long night so Let's get things started up Boys don't even try to send No fruity cocktails my way Just give it to me straight" The bartender's face lit up As he got a clean glass With a little wink he Pull...

Once again, I was sitting in church, armed with a pencil and a blank sheet of paper. Soon the paper was covered in scratched out lines as the service carried on. Feeling a vibration in my pocket, I looked to see who had called or texted me only to find out that my phone had gone bonkers. And when I mean bonkers, I mean I pressed the Facebook application and it sent me to my voicemail. Frustrated, I wrote the line "I just want a cell phone that works" ... the following lyric is based off of that line More Than Enough © Chelsey Sears 2011 I just want a truck that runs Gets me from A to B With a solid gooseneck hitch That's all I need I just want a cell-phone that works No more "can you hear me now?" The bells and whistles don't mean a thing If I can't call out I'd like to think I'm a simple girl And even though I like to dream You can't spend your whole life wantin What's behind curtain three Even though there are days T...

So...isn't it funny how your best ideas either come as you are standing in the shower, or as you are almost about to fall asleep. Well, mine do. And most times I forget about them pretty quick , only remembering "I had a great idea...although I can't recall what it was". Well, I was in the process of washing my hair when I started humming, then singing. Then...about three minutes later, I had a song. However, it was one of those songs that sticks with you because it strikes a nerve and really hits you hard.  This is a very personal lyric for me. I think everyone can relate to having a special connection with someone and losing them. But if life were fair, it wouldn't be as exciting. California © Chelsey Sears 2011 I'm seeing someone new Yeah he's nice It's only been a few months But he's got that look in his eyes He started talking yesterday About futures and kids When he asked what I thought I fought the urge to tell him I wanna go ...

During the first week of FAWM 2011, the challenge was to use numbers. I sat there forever staring at a blank screen trying to come up with something that wasn't too cliche. I figured there would be a million lyrics about "The One"...so that was completely out of the questions. Well, I was chatting with a friend and it was time for me to leave and I was thinking "no, I can wait five more minutes". And suddenly I had my next hook. Here is the first draft. Five More Minutes © Chelsey Sears 2011 Country Ballad She's watchin her daddy As he holds her momma tight That suitcase is by the door Ready for the long drive He looks down at her In her little six-year old eyes Picks her up to hold her He's tryin not to cry When she says "five more minutes daddy it's not very long maybe I can talk you into staying home It's gonna be forever 'til you're back again Just five more minutes" She's standin there waitin O...

So, as I sat quietly in church Sunday, I realized that I have undertaken quite a challenge. I normally write my best pieces somewhere between worship and the altar call. However, as I sat there, only one tune came to mind. This was odd because it was kind of a folk tune. For those who know me, I write very modern country. However, as I sat there trying to think of a different concept, the verse kept coming to me. Therefore, my first write on this blog is a bit of a surprise to me. With an open mind, I enter into this challenge with hopes of eventually writing something unforgettable. Carry Me Home © Chelsey Sears 2011 Carry me home sweet southern music To a simpler place and time When I'd crack open my window And fall asleep to a cricket lullaby Carry me home, like a storm cloud Breaking high over the trees Pure smell of rain, the pitter patter As it falls down through the leaves I've grown so tired of all this running I'm exhausted from the road I...