Diamond In The Rough

Hello folks! This is an idea that I have had for a while, but I haven't been able to find the words. However, last night they came to me. I have the music for this one, but I have yet to take my computer in to the geek squad so my recording program is still out of action. As soon as it's up, I'll record it.

Diamond In The Rough
© 2011 Chelsey Sears

Us women, we like to be ignored
The more, the better
So if you really wanna show a girl you care
Boy just forget her
Yeah go and make your plans
But don't you dare pick up that phone
'cause heaven forbid she go out tonight
Keep her waiting at home

You know we love a challenge
And we can't walk away
From a man that deep down
We know we'll never change
Some girls get their prince charming
But that leaves the rest of us
hoping that we'll find
A diamond in the rough

If you really want to turn us on
Then go ahead and look
Study every other woman in the room
Like an open book
You better spend half an hour at the bar
When you get our drinks
And come back with some lie
About the lipstick on your cheek

Because you know we love a challenge
And that we wont walk away
From a man that deep down
We know will never change
Some girls get their prince charming
But that leaves the rest of us
Hoping that we'll find
A diamond in the rough

If you really want her to want you
At the end of the day
Let her know how easily
She could be replaced
Yeah the key to winning
Each and every fight
Is to threaten her
With good bye

Cause we love a challenge
And we won't walk away
From a man that deep down
We know we'll never change
Sure some girls get prince charming
But that leaves the rest of us
Hoping that we'll find
A diamond in the rough

Maybe I'll find
A diamond in the rough

Taste of Freedom

Well, it's been a while since I've finished a lyric, so I sat down today and made myself write this one. One day I got a wall post telling me to write a song about riding and feeling the wind in your hair. This is a response to that request.  It's not too commercial, but it's a write. Number #34, if I'm not mistaken.


Taste of Freedom
© 2011 Chelsey Sears

She would spend all week at school
Day-dreamin' 'bout the farm
While all her friends  went to the mall
She was heading to the barn
Her uncle would saddle up
That ole buckskin
She'd set off on three hundred acres
Chasin' the wind

So she could feel it in her hair
Feel it in her bones
Feel it down in
The depths of her soul
Knowing that nothing
Would ever fill her up
Like the sweet taste of freedom

On the day she turned sixteen
Her parents dropped her off
At the dealership so she could
Pick up that ole rag top
Before turning it home
She took it for a spin
Just her and the open road
Chasing the wind

So she could feel it in her hair

Feel it in her bones

Feel it down in

The depths of her soul

Knowing that nothing

Would ever fill her up

Like the sweet taste of freedom

Ten years later, she waited

Until he'd passed out

Then she put her daughter in the car

And sped out of town

Knowing that she'd never have to

Hide the bruises again

She drove off into the sunset

Chasing the wind

So she could feel it in her hair

Feel it in her bones

Feel it down in

The depths of her soul

Knowing that nothing

Would ever fill her up

Like the sweet taste of freedom

Knowing in the world

Would ever fill her up

Like the taste

Like the sweet taste of freedom

"I wanna do it as my next single"

I'm not going to lie, I squealed and jumped up and down a little bit as I read those lines. It was an email that I got from the artist that I wrote with last week. The fact that the first co-write that I've had with an artist is going to be a single is blowing my mind.

I had a second writing session with the artist last week and it was amazing. Maybe it was because it was the first time I'd listened to someone else do a song that I helped to write, but I seriously got chills.

There is a bit of a down side to this new writing gig....I'll probably be screening the lyrics that I post on here from now on. As long as we are still working together, I'll most likely hold off on posting new material until he says that he doesn't want it.  I'll still write, I promise! And I'm guessing he wont like most of my ideas, so they'll make it on here eventually.  But if he does like them....I guess y'all will just have to go out and buy the CD. :)

I could get used to this...

Well, I have officially taken another step towards becoming a songwriter! Last evening I met with a local singer/songwriter for a writing session. I know at this moment any professional who is reading this will be rolling their eyes at me, but it was kind of a big deal. He had posted an ad on craiglist looking to put a band together. I emailed him saying that I was not a musician, but that I had some songs that might suit him well. To my surprise, he responded! What was even more surprising was that he was completely legit! I spent a few hours with him working out the kinks on a lyric while he put it to music. After a while, when the creative juices stopped flowing...around midnight...we both grabbed our guitars and played some of our other songs. Well...he played. I fumbled around with my little five chord arrangements. I'm not sure how well it went from his point of view but let's just say that I'm still on a bit of a music high. So I'm taking a break from my new writes to finish the two he likes. I'm not sure if he will put either of them on his next album...but if he does....y'all will need to go out and buy it! I'm off to write! Later!

Hot Tin Roof

This is an idea that I got while cleaning stalls at work this morning. This will mark song #33. This will be another one that I'll write as I go and hope for the best. This is going to be an upbeat male country song, with bit of a rocking beat. I will be working with a local country artist in the near future and plan on pitching this idea to him.

Hot Tin Roof
© 2011 Chelsey Sears

I'm up with the sun, ev'ry day
Plantin' corn, baling hay
It's simple, yes, but it ain't no easy way of life
Folks around here start to groanin'
When those summer storms start a rollin'
'Cause it's hard to run a farm when you're stuck inside

But I don't mind

When I feel the wind and see those clouds
I turn the ole john deere around
Make a bee-line for the barn
Where she's waiting for me with open arms
'Cause nothin' gets my baby in the mood
Like raindrops fallin' on a hot tin roof

I recall a couple years ago
It poured for six days in a row
Things 'round here came to a screeching stop
While all the folks in town
Were chit-chattin' and sittin' around
She was keepin' me busy up in that loft

Yeah when I feel the wind and see the clouds
I turn that ole john deere around
Make a bee-line for the barn
Where she's waitin' for me with open arms
'Cause nothin' gets my baby in the mood
Like raindrops fallin' on a hot tin roof

Let the weather do its worst
'Cause nothin' really phases her
Yeah, we could be in the middle of a hurricane
When it starts to getting wild
She gets that big ole smile
That says I'm about to be blown away

When I feel the wind and see the clouds
I turn that ole John Deere around
Make a bee-line for the barn
Where she's waitin' for me with open arms
'Cause nothin' gets my baby in the mood
Like breaking out a bottle of 90 proof
Kicking off them dusty boots
Turnin it up and lettin' loose
When rain starts fallin' on a hot tin roof

On a hot tin roof