May Songwriting Challenge- Day 16: Full Throttle ... and my existential crisis

We are past the half way mark in this challenge. Yesterday I completed the “One Song, Three Ways” exercise…today I’m going to take on the one I’ve been DREADING since Aaron presented it to me. He told me…to write a song that doesn’t rhyme :-O

Okay, if you’ve been reading my blog at all, you know I am a serial rhymer. Hardcore. The first two attempts at this have resulted in existential crises. Brace yourselves y’all, this won’t be pretty. 

Full Throttle

© 2018 Chelsey Sears

V1:

You can say I push the limits

That I like living on the edge

Keep my guardian angels too close

Love my whiskey neat

Women a little fast

Cars, soft top, and cherry red

CH:

Whoa, whoa, we’ve all got our own path

Yeah, yeah, yeah, taking mine full speed

No, no, no, I’m not slowing down

Yeah, yeah, full throttle, full throttle

V2:

It’s true that bones break

When mixed with sticks and stones

But the deepest wounds leave the coolest scars

I’ll wear them proud like tattoos

With my heart on my sleeve

No regrets, ‘til my sand runs out

  

CH:

Whoa, whoa, we’ve all got our own path

Yeah, yeah, yeah, taking mine full speed

No, no, no, I’m not slowing down

Yeah, yeah, full throttle, full throttle

BR:

When St. Peter calls my name

I’m sure we’ll share a laugh

And a good stiff drink

As he waves me on through

CH:

Whoa, whoa, we’ve all got our own path

Yeah, yeah, yeah, taking mine full speed

No, no, no, I’m not slowing down

Yeah, yeah, full throttle, full throttle

No, no, no, I’m not slowing down

Yeah, yeah, full throttle, full throttle