May Songwriting Challenge- Day 31: Right On The Money

And with this, the May Songwriting Challenge comes to a close. I’ve officially written more this month than I have in the past year. It was full of ups and down, and I finally feel like my muses have returned to inspire. To wrap this challenge up, I decided to finish one that has been in the back of my mind for a few months. I’ve had the chorus, but the verses just weren’t coming to me. That all changed this morning on my drive into work. I first got this idea after a quarter beer night at the Bluebird (nightclub, not café) and thought it’d be fun to write a song about broke girls going out on ladies night. 

Right on the Money

© 2018 Chelsey Sears

V1:

Once bills are paid, most my hard work ‘s spent

Countin’ down the days ‘til my next check

So hard for broke girls to have any fun

But once a week, that old marquis

Reads “ladies get in free”

Like a beacon calling out to us

CH:

Times are tough and the struggle’s real

So let’s belly on up for a quarter beer

With a crowd thin as dollar wells

We’ll have the whole dance floor to ourselves

With some “best I’ve ever heard” cover band

And a watered down “who knows?” light in hand

Tip my last two bucks for “yeah she’s country”

Tonight’s been right on the money

V2:

I’ve got a Lincoln burnin’ a hole

Let’s see how far this bad boy goes

Start things off with a rough whiskey shot

One down, four large to go

Double Washingtons refill my solo

Eight times as the night rolls on

CH:

Times are tough and the struggle’s real

So let’s belly on up for a quarter beer

With a crowd thin as dollar wells

We’ll have the whole dance floor to ourselves

With some “best I’ve ever heard” cover band

And a watered down “who knows?” light in hand

Tip my last two bucks for “yeah she’s country”

Tonight’s been right on the money

BR:

Yeah just gotta make the best of what we have

Raising cane on a shoestring budget tab

CH:

Times are tough and the struggle’s real

So let’s belly on up for a quarter beer

With a crowd thin as dollar wells

We’ll have the whole dance floor to ourselves

With some “best I’ve ever heard” cover band

And a watered down “who knows?” light in hand

Tip my last two bucks for “yeah she’s country”

Tonight ’s been right on the money

Dance to a “best I’ve ever heard” cover band

With a watered down “who knows?” light in hand

Tip my last two bucks for “yeah, she’s country”

Tonight ’s been right on the money

May Songwriting Challenge- May 30: Karma

Well…it was down to the wire, but do y’all remember when I said I was going to say armadillo in a song? Look, look, look!!! Look at the first verse! Line 4! I SAID ARMADILLO!!! Yay! Why did I want to say armadillo? Because armadillos are armadorable and it’s my songwriting blog so I can write what I want to write, gosh darnit!

Karma

© 2018 Chelsey Sears

V1:

You think it serves you well

To play us women like a fiddle

Hidin’ way in your shell

Some Amarillo armadillo

Popping up, at the worst of times

Rolling in, on that wave of pride

Mastered the heartbreak game

Yeah that charm goes a long, long way

CH:

But someday, you’ll meet your match

Tables can turn, just like that

Fallin’s harder when you’re the one on the ground

Baby, karma, it’s comin’ ‘round, comin’ ‘round

V2:

Boy they’re more than rumors

Wildly circulatin’

Yeah, you’ll find the truth hurts

When you’re on your own, facin’

The facts, your track history

No, girls won’t wanna gamble

Say you’ve changed, but honestly

It’s just more empty ramble

CH:

Someday, you’ll meet your match

Tables can turn, just like that

Fallin’s harder when you’re the one on the ground

Baby, karma, it’s comin’ ‘round, comin’ ‘round

BR:

No it shouldn’t be so tough to figure out

That escapades, they don’t go too far, in a small town

CH:

Someday, you’ll meet your match

Tables can turn, just like that

Fallin’s harder when you’re the one on the ground

Baby karma, it’s comin’ ‘round, comin’ ‘round

May Songwriting Challenge- Day 29: Write On

So, I’ve written this one once…and absolutely hated it. But, on a day when I’ve gone crazy writing, it seems that a song about writing should be my last one to throw together. The Starbucks is closing in ten minutes and I’m officially caught up for the first time in a few weeks!

Write On

© 2018 Chelsey Sears

INTRO:

If your heart ’s got a rhythm, and your soul ’s got a song

Set them free, write on, write on

V1:

You could be a legend, or still stuck in the closet

With a Gibson, or yard sale guitar, strings all rusted

If you’ve got a dream, turn it loose, let it fly

Never know where it might lead, unless you try

CH:

Ideas jotted on bar napkins

Rhymes, lines and hooks, tryin’ to add a twist

Some may laugh, but don’t hold back

Yeah, set out to prove ‘em wrong

If your heart ’s got a rhythm, and your soul ’s got a song

Set them free, write on, write on

V2:

In a studio, or pulled over beside the road

When the spirit hits you, gotta let it flow

Melodies, hummin’ in your head, day in day out

‘Til you find that sweet sweet sound

CH:

Ideas jotted on bar napkins

Rhymes, lines and hooks, tryin’ to add a twist

Some may laugh, but don’t hold back

Yeah, set out to prove ‘em wrong

If your heart ’s got a rhythm, and your soul ’s got a song

Set them free, write on, write on

BR:

Through your highs, through your lows

To the edge and beyond

possibilities endless

Write on, write on

Write on, write on

CH:

Ideas jotted on bar napkins

Rhymes, lines and hooks, tryin’ to add a twist

Some may laugh, but don’t hold back

Yeah, set out to prove ‘em wrong

If your heart ’s got a rhythm, and your soul ’s got a song

Set them free, write on, write on

May Songwriting Challenge- Day 28: Two Tequilas Ago

Almost there folks! I’m almost there! My goal is to catch up by 2:00, so I can hopefully go get my oil changed before our drive to Indiana next weekend. Plus, this starbucks is closing at 2 for a store meeting, so time to hustle! File this one under another one of our “hey, that’d be a fun song” conversations at dinner time. My boyfriend has really been a trooper throughout this challenge, listening to my lyrics and letting me vent my frustrations.

Two Tequilas Ago

© 2018 Chelsey Sears

V1:

The ones who say “don’t run from your problems”

Have obviously, never lost in love

‘Cause my first instinct to solve ‘em

Is to buckle down, with wheels up

Panama City, for the weekend

Rented myself a red corvette

Which helped me pick up a new friend

Sweet little local brunette

CH:

Watchin’ the waves from a beach cantina

She’s sippin’ on mango magaritas

No, I’m not too far behind

Lickin’ salt, suckin limes

A perfect mix, her sunburnt lips, and a taste of Mexico

Yeah, I forgot why I miss you, ‘Bout to tequilas ago

V2:

Band started to play, that girl can salsa

I’ve never seen a woman move quite like that

I don’t usually dance, but man I wanna

Maybe it’s the Cuervo, but I ain’t holdin’ back

She laughed at my moves

Then pulled me in real close

Said “how ‘bout another round

Then you can walk me home”

CH:

Watchin’ the waves from a beach cantina

She’s sippin’ on mango magaritas

No, I’m not too far behind

Lickin’ salt, suckin limes

A perfect mix, her sunburnt lips, and a taste of Mexico

Yeah, I forgot why I miss you, ‘Bout to tequilas ago

BR:

So baby, enjoy your life, with whatever his face

Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a double shot with my name

CH:

Watchin’ the waves from a beach cantina

She’s sippin’ on mango magaritas

No, I’m not too far behind

Lickin’ salt, suckin limes

A perfect mix, her sunburnt lips, and a taste of Mexico

Yeah, I forgot why I miss you, ‘Bout to tequilas ago