Ain't It A Shame

I got this idea after reading a thread on Tunesmith. The thread discussed the use of obscenities in modern media, as well as other issues that some of the Tunesmith community had some opinions about. The thread really got me thinking about society these days. I started thinking about how, these days, it's a "what's in it for me" world. Nobody seems to consider the bigger picture anymore. It really is a shame.

Ain't It A Shame
© 2011 Chelsey Sears

There's a picket line outside
A little white church
Shouting as that casket
Is carried to the hearse
They don't consider that
The soldier laid to rest
Died protecting their freedom
To gather and protest

Ain't it a shame that things have come to this

This ain't no way for us to live

It seems like this world is going down hill every day

Ain't it a shame

She's standing on a bridge
Because her so-called friends
Decided to spread rumors
Around the internet
If just one person had
Really thought it through
Maybe she wouldn't be the feature of
Tomorrow's news

Ain't it a shame that things have come to this

This ain't no way for us to live

It seems like this world is going down hill every day

Ain't it a shame

If we can look past our differences
We can make a change
So that our childrens' children
Will never have to say

Ain't it a shame that things have come to this
This ain't no way for us to live
It seems like this world is going down hill every day
Ain't it a shame

Ain't it a shame
There's still time to change

I haven't forgotten!!!

I swear I haven't forgotten about this blog. Things have just been crazy. Hopefully later today I will be able to write a little something. I've still been checking in. Thank you to my 4 followers!!!

I also re-recorded "He's On His Way"... take a listen if you'd like. All feedback is welcome!

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Hate The Game

It's funny how writing changes the way you think about things. Little events and phrases that you would normally shrug off start sticking in the back of your mind. How, you'll just be driving down the road, and those ideas will creep up and out of nowhere you have a verse...then a prechorus...and a chorus...and so on. This is one of those ideas. I was talking to a guy who was interested in dating me. I was only interested in being friends so, I was honest with him. He was, shall we say, upset by this. He said a few choice words and called me a player? I found this very interesting because I don't play games. I don't run around, I don't lie, I don't cheat, I don't flirt with other men if I am dating someone. Well, I was joking around with my mother about this and she called me a player, to which I responded "Don't hate the player, hate the game. Love is a freakin' monopoly". Well, I started thinking about that phrase and thought "you know, that's almost lyrical". So, I'm going old school...with an idea and a post. No editing, just writing!  This does not reflect personal opinions or beliefs. I do not live by this concept. I just thought it would be a fun write. So don't judge me! :)
 Alright ... here goes nothing!

Hate The Game
© 2011 Chelsey Sears

I learned my first lesson
When I was sixteen
When I liked the captain
Of the football team

But he had eyes for that cheerleader
And yeah, I can't compete
But as he walked off with her
He shared some wisdom with me

Love's just a set of moves
You gotta monopolize
The only way you can get ahead 's
if you're holdin the dice
Don't you know the banker never loses
At the end of the day
Don't hate the player
Hate the game

Those words, they stuck with me
And when I turned twenty-one
I was more dangerous
Than a loaded shotgun

It's not like I was tryin'
I'm a good-girl, I swear
Can't help it if I break their hearts
When I leave 'em standin there

Love's just a set of moves
You gotta monopolize
The only way you can get ahead 's
if you're holdin the dice
Don't you know the banker never loses
At the end of the day
So don't hate the player
Hate the game

Some folks like to leave
Everything to chance
But, you know it's harder to get hurt
If all the cards are in your hand

'Cause
Love's just a set of moves
You gotta monopolize
The only way you can get ahead 's
if you're holdin the dice
Don't you know the banker never loses
At the end of the day
Don't hate the player
Hate the game

No the banker never loses
At the end of the day
So don't hate the player
Hate the game

A HUGE THANK YOU!!

To everyone who followed the audio link for "He's On His Way"! It made the top 30 on the country chart (Out of 50,000+) and it went up to #10 on the country general subgenre (Out of 16,000+). I mean, it's only on the Soundclick chart, which really isn't a big deal...but it still made my day. So again, thank you very much!!!
And, an update on my progress...I'm actually ahead of schedule! I should've had 13 lyrics/songs done by now and I actually have 14 (Soon to be 15). Now, granted, only three of them have music, but there's music on the way for "Hollywood"...and I have a friend who is going to show me a thing or two about playing guitar. So, I might be doing even more recording! I would really like to record "What If" and "That Song" ...and possibly "Country As They Come". However, "Country As They Come" may have to wait until I can bring my electric guitar to school. I really want it to be a strong, driving, country-rock song. It's going to need a little more than an acoustic G/V to bring it home.

So, on to the writing portion of this blog! I got this idea a little while back when I was talking to an old flame (I say that as if I am, oh, I don't know 30-something. In all reality, it was just a few years ago). We are good as friends...as long as it is on and off. If we talk for long periods of time, it starts to get a little rough on my end. However, I do my best to keep it to myself as long as I can. I don't always succeed, but I tell him that I'm okay, even though that's not true sometimes. So, I attempted to be productive with those unnecessary emotions! (Stupid emotions...they always seem to get in the way. I mean, you can sweep them under the rug and throw them in the closet but they always seem to find a way to sneak out when you finally think everything is sorted out. Those pesky little critters...)
I began writing this about a month ago. It was stashed away in my Managerial Communications notebook. Since discovering One Note, I have been taking all of my notes on my computer so I haven't looked at my notebooks in a long time. Hence why this one has been sitting for a while. Okay, I will stop babbling. Here is "Let Me Lie", a country ballad.

Let Me Lie
© 2011 Chelsey Sears


I may 've had a bit to drink
But I can clearly see
That look in your eyes
So I'll hand you my keys
But that's only if you can
Promise me

That you'll let me lie
Beside you all night long
With my head on your chest
And I'll swear that I won't fall
I'll tell you that I'm not gonna
Regret tonight
So just let me lie

You're too much of a gentleman
To leave before I'm up
But this time, if you do
I promise not to judge
In fact it might be better
For both of us

If you let me lie
Until you're gone
So you're not around
When the tears start comin' on
And later when you call
I'll tell you that I'm fine
So just let me lie

We can't be together
I understand that
But we can't seem to leave
Our past in the past
So this one more time
I'll let you take me back

If you let me lie
In your arms once again
And we'll make love
Like it will ever end
Tomorrow you'll ask if we can still be friends
I'll tell you that's alright
If you can let me lie

Just let me lie

A Return Trip to Nashville?

...It's only been a week since I left but I am feeling the need to return at some point in the near future. I read about this event called the Nashville Songwriter's Festival (www.nashvillesongwritersfestival.org), which will be taking place in June, and is located on Music Row. Sure a lot of people go to play...but the classes caught my eye. I mean, what better way to learn about the art, or craft as it is heavily debated, of songwriting. These classes are inexpensive and they seem, to me, like a great way to gain insight on the industry.
OR
....They are a good excuse to return to Nashville. Also this summer, if I am correct, the Tunesmith Songwriting Challenge (www.tunesmith.net) will be taking place! Which is another excellent excuse to point my pick-up south!! I would really love to have the chance to meet the people who have grown with me through the years, and to thank them for helping and encouraging me.
So, there are some choices to be made. The outcome will depend on a) ...if I can get off of work. and b) ...if the Tunesmith challenge has a first round that you have to make it through to go to Nashville.
Either way, I will be doing my best to return to Nashville.

Oh, and by the way, if anyone would like to donate, oh, I don't know, a few million dollars to the cause, I found my dream farm about 20 miles outside of Nashville. It's only $600,000 (the extra $1.4 million would go to start-up costs, buying a few horses, and converting one of the 5 bedrooms of the house into a recording studio.)...I think it's a worthy cause :)

Hollywood

I got this idea a while ago. However, it has changed a bit since I thought about it. I always wear rhinestone shades, and one day at work, one of the guys started calling me "Hollywood" and I've wanted to write a song about that nickname ever since. But I wanted it to be different. Since a lot of the songs about Hollywood are about fame and fortune, I decided to go the other route and talk about how life never goes how you plan. Especially when you're a seventeen year old girl in a small town looking for a way out. So, I came up with a story about a girl nicknamed "Hollywood" who learns this lesson the hard way. Music to come. Enjoy.


Hollywood
© 2011 Chelsey Sears 

She grew up in a little town

With one stop-light, leading in and out

Everybody knew she wanted to leave

She walked to school in her rhinestone shades

Countin' down the days

Until she turned eighteen

They call her Hollywood, down at the diner

Where she's waitin' tables, and waitin' for the time

That she'll find out fast her Pontiac can go

Everyone tells her to give it some thought

Before she just up and takes off

But you can't tell her a thing she doesn't already know

'Cause she's seventeen goin' on thirty-five

Feel's like life is passin' her by

She's convinced all her dreams and hopes

Are hidin' somewhere on the west coast

She won't listen to anyone

When they say "I know where you're comin' from

Take a minute, maybe you should

Slow down Hollywood"

She met him on a weekend trip

To the big city and that was it

She had everything figured out

They've already set a date

It's only been six months, but she cant wait

To be with the man she dreamed about

'Cause she's seventeen goin' on thirty-five

Feels like life is passin' her by

But as soon as she takes his name

Everything is gonna change

She won't listen to anyone

When they say "I know where you're comin from

Take a minute, maybe you should

Just slow down Hollywood"

Their love burned out like a cigarette

Last week he packed up and left

Her with an apartment in Arkansas and a worthless ring

Now she's worried about June

'Cause that's when her daughter is due

And before she knows it, her little girl is gonna be

Seventeen going on thirty-five

Feelin' like life is passing her by

She'll be convinced all her dreams and hopes

Are hiding somewhere on the west coast

She's not gonna listen to her mom

When she says "I know where you're comin' from

Take a minute, maybe you should

Just slow down Hollywood"

Slow down Hollywood

They call her Hollywood, down at the diner
She's waitin' tables, and waitin' for the time
That she'll find out how fast her Pontiac can go

Country As They Come

This idea actually came to me last summer...well...the story in the first verse. I was at a bar for a Justin Moore concert, having a good time. After the show, I started talking to this city-cowboy...you know, the ones who buy a straw hat and a pair of boots and call themselves country. Well, we started talking and he started basically making fun of the guys I had gone to the concert with. He said they weren't country, and that it was all just an act. Well, he was cute, but not cute enough for me to hold back. You should've seen the look in his eyes when I explained that my friends and I grew up in a small town down the road. That they are in the army and that I break horses for a living. That we go fishing, that we like to shoot guns, and that we all drive trucks. Needless to say, I walked away after that point. But my little lecture has always stuck in the back of my mind. So, today I decided it was time to put it in a song.

Country As They Come

© 2011 Chelsey Sears

Last night I dressed up for a show downtown

After the band was done, I was hanging around

When a tall brown eyed man headed my way

We talked about the weather and politics

When I asked what he thought about the music

He shook his head "I can't stand the twang"

"That backwoods, backwards way of life

Well it's always rubbed me wrong"

I don't think he was ready for my answer

When he asked me what I thought

I grew up on a dead end gravel road

In a house my daddy built when I was two years old

Drank my first beer when I was sixteen

At a bonfire party down by the creek

I make my living sweating bullets in the summer sun

I'm country as they come

While I was in Nashville, I took a stroll

Up and down a street they call music row

Met a gentleman in a suit, who offered me advice

He said "you've got to be able to tug at the heart

From the moment that first verse starts

For a few hundred bucks, I'll help you get it right"

I said "Sorry mister, thanks for the offer

But I don't need no help

I've got twenty two years of first hand

Experience under my belt

I broke my back three years ago

When I took a shot at breakin' that colt

I like to head to the bar after work

But no matter how late I'm out, I always make it to church

I've got my own rifle and my own shotgun

I'm country as they come

You can love me, or you can hate me

But whatever you do, don't try to change me

'Cause I grew up on a dead end gravel road

In a house my daddy built when I was two years old

Where I come from, around eighteen

The boys go off to fight over seas

We know how to drive tractors, and we all own trucks

We're country as they come

I'm country as they come

A Rising Star

While in Nashville, I had the opportunity to visit the Bluebird Cafe. I was overwhelmed by the caliber of talent sitting in one room.  There was one individual in particular who stood out to me. At the table next to mine there was a kid who looked to be around 13 or 14 years old. I didn't think anything of it until Brian White invited him to the microphone. His name is Easton Hamlin and he is from Moscow, Kansas. He completely blew me away as he performed his song, Dancing In The Rain, which he co-wrote with White. I had to share this video. Folks, you are about to witness, in my opinion, the next big name in country music.

My last evening in Nashville...

George Jones at
the Ryman Auditorium

...I am quite depressed that this trip is almost over. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to see my family, and my horses, and my dog tomorrow night. But I wish I had one more day. You know what they say, time flies when you are having fun. And this weekend flew right by. On Saturday, I took it a little easy. After sleeping in, and relaxing in the hotel, I wandered around Nashville. I found the Bass Pro Shop, a western wear store, and I explored the Dukes of Hazzard museum, which is adjacent to the old Sun Records studio. After that, I went on a wild goose hunt, in which I got a little lost. While arguing with my GPS, I took an exit ramp to take me back to the Opryland area. Since I was arguing with Helga, I failed to notice the giant tour bus that was attempting to merge onto the ramp. After the potential collision, I finally found my way back to the Opryland exit. As I was waiting at a red light, the tour bus passed me in the turning lane...with a license plate reading "GJ". I didn't think it was possible, but I took a moment to look at a familiar tour bus that night at the Ryman. It's official...I almost wrecked into George Jone's tour bus.

The show was phenomenal. My seats were right by the stage, and, despite the drunkards screaming "I love you George" every three minutes, it was an inspiring performance. From the opening act to "He Stopped Loving Her Today", I was completely blown away.

Nashville...
I'll be back :)

So, although I have returned to boring ole Indiana, I am still dangling from cloud nine. I feel blessed to have had the opportunity to visit Tennessee. I met some great people at a little bar, I listened to some amazing songwriters at the Bluebird (On in particular I will speak about at a later time. I have asked permission to post a link to his music. If he approves this, I will go into further detail), I sat on the steps at the Grand Ole Opry to take pictures of some country superstars, and I watched from a bench in the Ryman as the king of country music himself took the stage. It was, hands down, the best Spring Break ever.

He's on His Way



At RCA Studio B



So, day three of my Nashville trip. I'm taking it easy today. To be honest, I'm still a little high on life from yesterday. After visiting the Country Music Hall of Fame and RCA Studio B, I went down to the Pancake Pantry, which I highly recommend. I just had the Buttermilk pancakes and they were phenomenal. Afterwards I visited the Parthenon, which was also very cool. Then I decided that, since it was such a nice day, I would go for a stroll down music row. While walking, I came across Bobby's and went inside to sit down and relax for a second. I met some amazing people there. I met a publicist, an aspiring musician, an Australian who gave me his number, and a really cool bartender. I didn't even have to drink to have a good time. I sat there with my ice water and just got to know people. It was a really unique experience.



Josh Turner at the
Grand Ole Opry



While I was sitting at Bobby's, talking to the folks there, I decided at the last minute to try to score some Opry tickets. They had some left so I reserved the seats and headed back to the motel to get ready. When I got to the opry and got my tickets, the lady told me "Section 5, Row A" ... well, I had never been to the Opry before so I had no idea where I was sitting. It turns out that my seat was about 15' from the stage. I was able to sit on the center stage steps of the Opry stage to take pictures. I was blown away listening to Ricky Skaggs, Ralph Stanley, Bill Anderson, Little Jimmy Dickens, Josh Turner (who is even cuter in person, by the way), and Kenny Rogers.  While taking pictures, I was only a few feet from some amazing musicians. It was an experience that I will never forget.

Kenny Rogers at the
 Grand Ole Opry

So when I woke up this morning, I was feeling truly inspired. I got on here to finish a blog that I began yesterday morning but I couldn't find the words. So, I grabbed my guitar and sat on the sofa with a hotel note-pad. I started thinking about what I wanted to write today. I wanted to write something that would move a listener. I may be a bit biased, but as I wrote the bridge, I got a little choked up for a second.
I have added the audio link as well. Now, just to warn everyone, this is the first time I've composed/recorded any of my material. I'm pretty sure that my guitar was out of tune, and I have no idea if I am in the right key. So bear with me a little. I will re-record this sometime when I get more used to the idea of playing and singing at the same time. So, for your enjoyment, "He's on His Way"

He's On His Way

© 2011 Chelsey Sears

I see her every sunday

In the second row

There's an empty seat beside her

But she's always alone

So one mornin' I asked

"Can I join you on this pew"

She said "I'm sorry sweetie, but this seat's been saved
since 1942"

"But he's on his way
He'll be here soon
Yeah every night I pray
That God will pull him through
They say he's lost
And can't be saved
But I know
He's on his way

Just then those wrinkles
Got a little tight
As she looked down at that ring
A single tear fell from her eye
She said "right before he boarded the bus
He got down on one knee
and promised he would be back
To marry me"

"He's on his way
He'll be here soon
Yeah, every night I pray
That God will pull him thorugh
They say he's lost
And can't be saved
But I know
He's on his way"

A few weeks later
She didn't come to church
I had to sit down
When I got the word
That's why I'm here this mornin'
To lay a flower on her grave
It's right next to a stone
That's marked "M.I.A"

I should probably feel sad
But I don't
Yeah, I can't help but smile
'Cause I know

She's on her way

She'll see him soon

She'll walk through those gates

To a waitin' groom

Soon they'll be dancin'

Yeah I can hear the music play

She's on her way

Now I sit here every sunday

In the second row

There are two empty seats beside me

But I'm not alone

Day two in Nashville...

...when can I move here? I mean, if I could find an equine job within 40 miles or so of Nashville I would be the happiest person alive. Today I visited the Country Music Hall of Fame. While standing in the Hall of Fame rotunda, I noticed the little fountain. As I got closer, I saw that people used it as a wishing well of sorts. It was then that I randomly remembered that after my last break-up, I had put a necklace my ex had given me for Christmas in one of the pockets in my purse. I had pulled the chain out to use it for another necklace but I hadn't had a chance to take the pendant into a pawn shop yet. I pulled that little pendant out of my purse and just stood there for a moment. I thought about all the...for lack of better words...crap that I have dealt with over the years. Staring at that pendant I thought about the the times that I had been lied to, that I had been cheated on, and all the things that I had been told, that I can't really say on here. I thought about all the times that I had been knocked down by boyfriends, friends, and complete strangers. That pendant stood for one of the most difficult trials I have ever gone through. I remember standing by him through everything. I remember waiting to hear from him, only to lay in bed at night wondering what was going on. I remember crying myself to sleep the night he almost committed suicide. I remember hoping and praying that things would change, but knowing deep down that they wouldn't. I remember realizing the night that we broke up that he wasn't answering his phone because he was with another woman. Mostly...I remember the feeling I got the morning after it was over. I remember feeling free to be myself again.
So as I stood at that fountain, holding that pendant, I thought about how far I have come since then. As I watched it fall through the water, I remembered all the rough times, and how they don't even matter anymore. While the pennies in that fountain may have held wishes for fame and fortune, that pendant now hold a wish for freedom, and a sense of peace...and a cut with a major artist.
I know this post is not like the others, but this trip has lead to a lot of soul searching. And today, I found another little piece of myself. Now I can go back to working on the puzzle. 12 down...88 to go. And with tomorrow I will post lucky number 13. Goodnight Y'all!

In Common

Nashville Day One... I love this freaking town! Somewhere between cruising down Music Row, shopping on Broadway, and sitting at the Bluebird Cafe listening to some of my favorite songs performed by the original songwriters, something happened. I got this little feeling that I am where I belong. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my equine career and I will pursue it to the fullest extent. But listening at the Bluebird really did something to me. I looked around and thought to myself, "ya know, I wouldn't mind doing this". It gave me a little kick in the rear, and it made me think about how much I enjoy songwriting. So, as I sat at the second show of the night (because one just wasn't enough), with a bar napkin and a hotel pen (which is another song I'm working on, I'll probably finish it in the morning) I began to write. The following lyric ensued. Re-writes to come, I'm sure.

In Common
© 2011 Chelsey Sears

I knew from the moment
That I picked up the phone
Just exactly where this
Conversation would go

Two months ago, you asked for forever
I guess that was just a game
'Cause time has begun to show
That people change

If you were still the same man
I fell for when we met
I'd put up a fight until
I had nothin' left
You're ready to walk away
Trust me, I understand
That's prob'ly the only thing
That we still have in common

Honey, I've got a feelin'
We'll keep goin' round and round
You're gonna build up the walls
I worked so hard to tear down

If I thought we could salvage this
I'd try to take you back
To all the good times we shared
But I think it's too late for that

If you were still the same man
I fell for when we met
I'd put up a fight until
I had nothin' left
You're ready to walk away
Trust me, I understand
That's prob'ly the only thing
That we still have in common

I've never been a quitter
But this time I'm giving up
'Cause good-bye spells freedom
To both of us

If you were still the same man
I fell for when we met
I'd put up a fight until
I had nothin' left
You're ready to walk away
Trust me, I understand
That's prob'ly the only thing
That we still have in common

You say you want to walk away
Trust me I understand
That's prob'ly the only thing
We have in common

Nashville! Here I Come!

Well,I apologize for not posting anything the last few days. Things have been a little crazy. I am currently on Spring Break with some friends in Georgia, which has not allowed much time for writing. However, tomorrow I will be traveling to the Mecca of songwriters, Music City itself, Nashville. I am actually very excited. I won't be playing while I am there, but I hope to dive into the music scene head first to catch a glimpse of the pros in action. Maybe somewhere in my busy day I will stumble upon some inspiration to hammer out another lyric. So, be prepared, my friends. I may do some soul searching, I may cross paths with a country music icon, I might get a tattoo. Hey, anything goes.

Ain't Sorry

This is another write from FAWM. I was sitting around listening to some Loretta Lynn and Johnny Cash when I decided to pick up a pencil. I mean, I love modern country, but I still have a soft spot for classics. So I decided to try to write a modern lyric with a classic feel. After posting it on FAWM, Eric contacted me saying that he would try to record some music for it. When I opened the link, it was exactly what I had in mind. THIS is why I write!
So have listen. And if you have a moment to spare, check out Eric's Blog too!

Aint Sorry
© 2011 Chelsey Sears/Eric L.

I heard through the grapevine
You'd been wanderin' around
'Cause you can't keep a secret
In a tiny town

So I started tellin'
A story of my own
Now you're mad because someone
Told you I was gone

Well I ain't sorry
Did what I had to do
Packed up what I needed
And that didn't leave much room
In my rusty pick up truck
For you to tag along
Sure just up an leavin'
Might have been wrong
I don't disagree
But I ain't sorry

But don't worry darlin
Right before I left
I took some things to your place
So you wouldn't forget

I tore up all the pictures
They're blowin' in the breeze
And I painted "Cheater" on your door
For all the world to see

And I ain't sorry
Did what I had to do
Packed up what I needed
And that didn't leave much room
In my rusty pick up truck
For you to tag along
Sure just up an leavin'
Might have been wrong
I don't disagree
But I ain't sorry

Now I've put our past
On the radio waves
Now everybody and their momma knows
The line you walk aint straight

And I ain't sorry
Did what I had to do
Packed up what I needed
And that didn't leave much room
In my rusty pick up truck
For you to tag along
Yeah it was spiteful
To put it in a song
I don't disagree
But I ain't sorry

Wild Ride

Well, I've come to the conclusion that this is going to be a very long year. I already feel like I am falling behind. Here is another FAWM write. I wasn't a big fan of this one until someone expressed interest in collaborating and the end result really pumped me up.
Click on the title to hear the audio.
Wild Ride
© 2011 Chelsey Sears/Rick Amorphis


I ain't gonna keep starin at my phone
I ain't gonna wait for you to call
Sure I like your sweet talkin
But it's gonna take more for me to fall

You best be faster than the wind
As you're chasin' me
'Cause I wanna be loved
But I wanna be free
So boy, saddle up
And hold on tight
If you wanna tame me
It's gonna be a wild ride

I ain't the kind of girl to play games
I ain't a fan of wastin' time
So baby, either make your move
Or I'll see who's next in line

You best be faster than the wind
As you're chasin' me
'Cause I wanna be loved
But I wanna be free
So boy, saddle up
And hold on tight
If you wanna tame me
It's gonna be a wild ride

You keep sayin' that I'm crushin'
Yeah, sugar that might be true
But honey, I'm a woman
and a woman wants to be pursued

You best be faster than the wind
As you're chasin' me
'Cause I wanna be loved
But I wanna be free
So boy, saddle up
And hold on tight
If you wanna tame me
It's gonna be a wild ride

So boy, saddle up
And hold on tight
'Cause if you wanna tame me
It's gonna be a wild ride

Understand

Well, after a very hectic week I found myself facing writers block again. It didn't just affect my writiing, it had an impact on everything. Between dealing with drama and dealing with school and trying to ride everyday, and trying to write, I was completely overwhelmed. So in an attempt to vent my frustrations, I picked up a pen and a piece of paper, locked the doors, and just began to jot down some feeling that I had. Writers block conquered.

Understand
© Chelsey Sears 2011

Sometimes I find myself hiding away
In my little hometown bar
'Cause under the glow of the neon lights
No one can see my battle scars

And with another round
I start hopin that drink can
Make a little sense of
The things I don't understand

Why a so called honest man
Could just walk out
And forget about the woman he said
He couldn't live without
Why all it took was a tall redhead
To pull that ring off of his hand
That's just one of those things
I'll never understand

I throw some quarters in the jukebox
Wander back to my seat
Let that ole steel guitar
Stir up some memories

And before I know it
All that's left is ice
Not only in the glass
But in this heart of mine

I'll never get how your best friend
Could change their mind just like that
How someone can take pleasure
In stabbing you in the back
How decency is a thing of the past
Like an hourglass drained of sand
Yeah, it's one of those things
I'll never understand

There are so many things I'll never understand

So I'll just hide away
In my little hometown bar
'Cause under the glow of the neon lights
No one can see my battle scars