Down The Drain Part II

So I wrote a lyric called "Down The Drain" in March of 2012. I have no idea where I got the inspiration from to be completely honest. And to be completely honest, I'd forgotten all about it. But a few weeks ago, as I went through my "Lyric" folder, I opened it up just to refresh my memory. I'd been working on a new idea, and was getting nowhere, so I thought "what the heck, I'll take a stab at this one again." So I grabbed the trusty Taylor and stuck my capo on the third fret and just started a little finger picking to get in the mood. Obviously, this was going to be kind of a dark and edgy tune, seeing that the story is about an alcoholic who goes out every night and buys a bottle of whiskey, but when he returns to his empty home, the memory of his ex-wife/ex-girlfriend leaving him because of his addiction is too much for him to handle, so he pours the whiskey ...dun dun duuun... Down The Drain. And he's watching his life slip away, yada yada yada.
So I started humming, started strumming and twenty minutes later....I was almost a little excited about it. This is not a modern country song, by any means. And this will never get cut because it's way too dark and depressing. The rhymes are too simple and the music is too boring. But it was still a fun one to finish and add to my "drinking my life away, this world is miserable, you cheater, I like to party, that dirty whore, I like bad boys, I really like to party" set list.
So here are the revised lyrics, and the mp3 is on the widget to the left. If you do not have a browser capable of supporting the widget, you can take a listen on my Reverbnation , it should be the second song on the playlist. Feel free to Fan me on Reverbnation or Follow my Blog. I don't send out any emails. The only reason I might would be if I actually...someday...possibly...book a gig somewhere. But if you know me, you know I'm not the biggest fan of playing out, so that's unlikely to say the least.

Down The Drain

© Chelsey Sears

An unopened bottle

In a brown paper sack

He shuffles through the door

Swears it will be the last

Even though he knows inside

The promise he just made

It’s going down the drain

His head starts to spin

As the night presses on

Each second lasts for hours

But he’s too far gone

To even care about the time

‘Cause since she drove away

It’s been going down the drain

Yeah the kitchen smells of whiskey

But he hasn’t had a drop

‘Cause in his heart, she’s still cryin'

Beggin’ him to stop

So he stands at the sink

Drowning his pain

Watching everything go down the drain

In ev’ry ounce a mem’ry

Laced with regret

Knowing that his demons

Were the reasons she left

Still there’s a part of him

That wants another taste

But he pours it down the drain

Yeah the kitchen smells of whiskey

But he hasn’t had a drop

‘Cause in his heart, she’s still cryin'

Beggin’ him to stop

So he stands at the sink

Drowning his pain

Watching everything go down the drain

My First Writer's Round...

When I began planning my Nashville trip a few months ago, I decided that I was coming to town to party. I was in the mood to cut loose and get wild, spending every night on Broadway, and every day in recovery. I planned on getting a tattoo, dancing with the cowboys, and hanging out with my main man, Jack. As the days leading up to the trip drug on, I fantasized about the neon lights and the loud music. I was pumped.

But then, as I pulled into town...the writer in me came out. There's just something about the atmosphere down here that brings out that side of me. My plans of going downtown were quickly replaced by plans of swinging by The Commodore to listen to other writers, and to sign up for the open round. 

Sitting there, listening to all the other amazing writers, I knew I was waaay out of my league. During the second round, I seriously debated crossing my name off the list and leaving. I was shaking in my boots, on the verge of a breakdown. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm not a performer. At all. Period. That's why I like writing songs for other people, so they can get up on stage and I can sit in the crowd. But....I stayed in my seat until it was time to tune up. Went to the lobby, got ready, and made my way up to the stage. Listening to the two gentlemen on my left, I was blown away by their musicianship. I was so focused on them, that suddenly it was my turn. Cue the deer in the headlights look!!! I stumbled a bit, and totally messed up both of my songs, but I made it through the round. As I quickly walked off stage, thanking the people who told me "good job" on my way to grab my case, I just wanted to get out of there. I raced to the lobby to throw my Taylor back in its case, but as I put my strap away, it hit me. I just played a writer's round. My first writer's round ever...was in Nashville...at the Commodore. In Nashville...at the Commodore. Now, I know this is no big deal for anyone who is in the music business...but I'm not in the music business. I'm just a girl from Indiana who dreams about being a songwriter someday. Even though nobody from the Commodore will remember who I was, or what I played....I'll remember staring out into the crowd thinking "Oh my God....I'm about to play in Nashville". I won't lie, I was half-tempted to take a selfie on stage...but I had a feeling that would've been frowned upon. For 30 minutes, I sat on the stage that many of my writing idols play on. For 30 minutes...I felt like I was a step closer to my dream.
So I'd like to thank everyone who sat there, and clapped even though my songs were not really worth an applause. I'd like to thank Mr. Stewart for letting me sign up. I'd like to thank the one guy who played in our open round who hung out to talk to me during the last set of the night. You all made this Nashville trip one to remember!