Long Awaited Good-Bye

So I realized this morning that, in the past few years, I let this one slip away. I wrote this….wow…back in 2012. At the time, someone tried to put music to it but it was never finalized. Well, today I flipped my notebook open and started thinking about a new song when this tune popped into my head. It was written just as a little in-your-face, “I’m over it and past the point of caring” song that I actually wrote when I was a really good mood. At the time, I was super pumped about it but it was put on the backburner over and over, until I just forgot about it. As soon as it popped into my head this morning, I decided to take it on as my next project while I finish my, as Pat Mc. calls it, snarkalicious tune.

Here’s the dilemma I face with every song. I’ve got a melody in my head. By golly when I’m writing it down, the wheels are turning with vocal runs and cool little guitar riffs. However, my complete lack of formal musical training makes things a little difficult sometimes. Just imagine standing in a café in a foreign country, and you really want a cappuccino. You know just how you want it. You can smell it, you can taste it, you can imagine the warmth running down your throat…but you can’t order it because nobody understands English. After observing others in the café, you eventually figure out how to order your beloved cappuccino, but through trial and error you may end up with a tea or a macchiato along the way.

So here I sit, with a guitar in my hand, googling chords, and trying to figure this crap out. Before you say “just look for online instruction”, I’ve tried. But those little videos often leave me with more questions than answers. That leaves trial and error. It may not be the most efficient way to learn, but it works. I may make a few mistakes…okay, a million mistakes, along the way. Hell I may just screw it up completely. But failure is not an option…it’s not even in my songwriting vocabulary. Failure admits defeat, and lord knows I’m too stubborn to accept that. My arrangements may not be the most musically correct, but they are stepping stones. Someday, maybe this whole music thing will start making sense. Maybe it won’t. But I’m not going to let anything get in my way…even if I don’t know where I’m going.

Long Awaited Good-Bye

© 2012 Chelsey Sears

Two weeks, I put my notice in

At my forty, fifty, sixty hour hell on earth

Counting down ‘til the moment when

I’ll give that ole boss man what he deserves

A dash of attitude, and a piece of my mind

Served up on a long awaited good-bye

Well, I thought I knew you really well

But now I’ve got a hunch

That your hand’s been in the cookie jar

And baby enough ‘s enough

Here’s a dash of attitude, and a piece of my mind

Served up on a long awaited good-bye

The bird’s a flyin’ out my open window

Speeding eighty in a fifty-five

Didn’t pack a single bag

But hell, I’ve got my pride

And the past ain’t nothing but a shadow

In the taillights

Of a long awaited good-bye

As much as I love this little town

You know I’ve had my fill

Of being at the center of

The local rumor mill

So here’s a dash of attitude, and a piece of my mind

Served up on a long awaited good-bye

The bird’s a flyin’ out my open window

Speeding eighty in a fifty-five

Didn’t pack a single bag

But hell, I’ve got my pride

And the past ain’t nothing but a shadow

In the taillights

Of a long awaited good-bye