May Songwriting Challenge- Day 2: Hooks, Lines and Stinkers

As I stared at a blank sheet of paper this morning, yesterday’s gusto did not carry over. Driving into work, I was running through some ideas, staring out the windshield, and planning ahead for writing the rest of the month. As soon as I put my truck in park, I jotted down my thoughts, but this morning I wasn’t feeling any of them. Since I was having a hard time writing I thought “what better way to work through writing struggles than to write about writing?”. When I got my challenge notebook, I titled the first page “Hooks, Lines & Stinkers” as a place to jot down my concepts. What better title for a song about songwriting?

Hooks, Lines and Stinkers

© Chelsey Sears 2018

Some out there would think this life, is one of luxury

Sessions, nightly rounds, bankroll of royalties

You pour your heart, in an old guitar, for crowds going wild

With your prose, hit on the nose, no holds barred kind of style

It’s up-down, ‘round and ‘round, verse, chorus, verse

Sure they said it better but you know I said it first

Paying dues hoping that the next one you write

Will be CMA, ACM, Billboard big time

Fueled by the rhythm, wearing “dream cut” blinkers

And rolling down a river of hooks, lines and stinkers

When I moved to Nashville, thought it all would come

Together like a puzzle, but that’s not how it’s done

Got a dozen, dozen, almost somethings, I’ve laid to rest

Because I’ve learned, another’s worst, puts shame to my very best

It’s up-down, ‘round and ‘round, verse, chorus, verse

Sure they said it better but you know I said it first

Paying dues hoping that the next one you write

Will be CMA, ACM, Billboard big time

Fueled by the rhythm, wearing “dream cut” blinkers

And rolling down a river of hooks, lines and stinkers

And right here is where I’m supposed to stick a bridge

But this writer’s block is having none of it

It’s up-down, ‘round and ‘round, verse, chorus, verse

Sure they said it better but you know I said it first

Paying dues hoping that the next one you write

Will be CMA, ACM, Billboard big time

Fueled by the rhythm, wearing “dream cut” blinkers

And rolling down a river of hooks, lines and stinkers