Saturday, October 29, 2022

New Banner, New URL, New Music, Oh My!

 


Sometimes it's just time for a change and when I looked at the blog the other day, I decided it was time for a revamp! We have been writing a lot recently, Aaron has studio time booked to record some new music, and it just felt like a good time to freshen things up a bit around here.

While I loved my photo of my fender on the beach, I was feeling a different vibe. I also decided to finally edit my URL, so it will match my social media handle! Handle? Tag? Nickname? I don't know, but they match now! We love matchy-matchy things, don't we?!

Be on the lookout for some new tunes that are on the way! I'm two lines away from finishing a sassy one that I can't wait to share with y'all! Thanks for the love over the years and I hope y'all enjoy this next phase of Just Keep Writing; The Journey of an Aspiring Songwriter!

Wednesday, October 5, 2022

Last Night’s Lipstick

 I can’t tell you how many times I’ve tried to write around the line “Last Night’s Lipstick”. You may have noticed from my videos that I love a good lip color that pops…and one that can last all night. That’s the trick there. I’m not a dainty, delicate flower, don’t want to mess up my makeup kind of gal. I go out, eat, drink and have a good time. Sometimes my lipstick makes it through the night and I feel like a bit of a rockstar the next day.

Well I’ve used the phrase “last night’s lipstick” a few times before this, but I never loved where it landed. It felt forced. So I jotted it down on my hook page in my notebook and thought “maybe someday I’ll revisit it”. That was during the songwriting challenge so I was grasping by mid month, but I never wrote on it during the challenge. 

Then, one random night, it hit me to write it from a male perspective and something clicked. I was on the patio, drinking bourbon, listening to my favorite artist (I’ve said it was when the new album came out…but it may have been the day after a concert? I can’t remember. Like I said, bourbon was involved and this was months ago. I’ve slept since then. Don’t judge.) I do vaguely remember hollering to my hubby “I got it! I’m going to write a Gary song!” Oh, my poor hubby and the antics he had to deal with that night. 

The chorus came together just like that, and I wrote some verses…drunk me liked them but sober me was like “ehhhhh, I don’t know”. But I really liked the chorus so I told myself that someday I’d finish it. Well I’ve been on a writing kick lately so I revisited it a few weeks ago and the verses started to flow. Then I picked up a guitar and the music came together. Yes, I know it’s three chords but by golly it’s fun to play…I mean “I used a simple chord structure to give potential artists the freedom to adapt it to their unique style”. Yeah. I did it on purpose. We’ll go with that. 



Last Night’s Lipstick

Chelsey Layton

Male Country Rock - Use Your Imagination. I need to buy tires before I can save up for a demo ðŸ¤£


V1:

Head already poundin’, ain’t no early to rise

Kinda Sunday morning til I open my eyes

Lookie to my left, bam I’m wide awake

You let out a little giggle as I double take


CH:

Rockin’ last nights lipstick, hair all a mess

Hint of cigar smoke, bourbon on your breath

Got me weak in the knees, nothing I wouldn’t give 

For another double shot of last night’s lipstick

Rockin’ last night’s lipstick, my rush tshirt 

Smokey blue eyes, tattoo, the works 

I’m a fool, I’m a junky, needing one more hit

Come on now babe, give me a taste of last night’s lipstick


V2:

You know you made it hard to concentrate 

Swinging and a swaying up by the stage

Swore the after party was the cherry on top

But now you’ve made that memory an afterthought 


CH


BR:

The way you’re tangled in my sheets, oh good lord

Got me ravin’ got me cravin’ for more, more, more


CH x2


Monday, August 22, 2022

Long Island

 I wrote this one a few weeks ago after having one of those rough days that leads to a long drive home with the radio off. I was feeling a bit defeated so I contemplated having a drink when I got home. However, after thinking about it for a few minutes I realized that I didn’t know what I wanted. I remembered about all the “tear in my beer” type of songs and realized a beer wouldn’t cut it, but my sassy little self quickly thought “what the hell, I’ll make a Long Island, something in the mix will help”. Within a few days of dabbling here and there, this song came together.





Long Island 

Chelsey Layton 2022

V1:
Crazy how a mindless drive
Could lead me across two state lines
Three hundred miles, they go so fast
When you replay all those “who I am”s
On the outskirts, I found myself
Some lounge in a no star hotel
Local on a leanin’ stool
Asked “girl what are we drinking to?”

CH:
It’s that hopeless and stuck in a rut
Kind of lost a beer can’t touch
And like ole grandad guard to say
You don’t waste good whiskey on a bad day
Red or white, I just don’t know
If either them could soothe my soul
No margarita, sex on the beach
Bahama mamma could rescue me
So I’m cryin’ in a Long Island
Bottom shelf cocktail of who knows proof
When only the best of the worst will do 

V2:
Been hoping it was all a phase
A give it time and things will change
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months
Months turn to years then you look up 
And suddenly don’t recognize
The town you lived in all your life
When rock bottom feels like home
You need something tall and strong 

CH:
For that hopeless and stuck in a rut
Kind of lost a beer can’t touch
And like ole grandad guard to say
You don’t waste good whiskey on a bad day
Red or white, I just don’t know
If either them could soothe my soul
No margarita, sex on the beach
Bahama mamma could rescue me
So I’m cryin’ in a Long Island
Bottom shelf cocktail of who knows proof
When only the best of the worst will do 

BR:
Morning comes, I’ll shake it off
Pop a couple Tylenol 
Take a walk, find the strength
To break the cycle, finally shake

CH:
That hopeless and stuck in a rut
Kind of lost a beer can’t touch
And like ole grandad guard to say
You don’t waste good whiskey on a bad day
Red or white, I just don’t know
If either them could soothe my soul
No margarita, sex on the beach
Bahama mamma could rescue me
So I’m cryin’ in a Long Island
Bottom shelf cocktail of who knows proof
When only the best of the worst will do 

Saturday, January 8, 2022

Bring The Bourbon


 I wrote this one over the course of the past few months, after thinking that a Facebook comment that I made sounded catchy. I maybe I’ll get around to demoing it so I can rock it up a little more!


Bring The Bourbon
2022 Chelsey Layton

V1:
Ain’t gone and said your name for prob’ly three months now
I no longer double take at our stompin’ grounds
Just when I think I’m past the point of never looking back
Then you hit me, then you hit me, then you hit me with that

Ch:
Ring, ring, hey what ya doing tonight
Thought we could maybe catch up, you know for old times
Head says no, but this buzz says “ooo it may be worth it”
Baby, you bring the bad ideas, I’ll bring the bourbon 
Like a bad habit that I can’t replace yet
You’re a double shot, mmmm, with a regret chaser
My heart’s a racing, yeah it’s bracing for a hurtin’
Baby, you bring the bad ideas, I’ll bring the bourbon

V2:
My friends, they said our goodbye wouldn’t last very long
Well, I’ve gotta half a mind to stand and prove em wrong
But what they don’t hear about, they can’t judge me for
Ain’t their business that I answered, that I answered your 

Ch:
Ring, ring, hey what ya doing tonight
Thought we could maybe catch up, you know for old times
Head says no, but this buzz says “ooo it may be worth it”
Baby, you bring the bad ideas, I’ll bring the bourbon 
Like a bad habit that I can’t replace yet
You’re a double shot, mmmm, with a regret chaser
My heart’s a racing, yeah it’s bracing for a hurtin’
Baby, you bring the bad ideas, I’ll bring the bourbon

Br:
That smile in your voice, oh I can’t resist ya
What harm could come from a little, little bit of

Ch:
Ring, ring, hey what ya doing tonight
Thought we could maybe catch up, you know for old times
Head says no, but this buzz says “ooo it may be worth it”
Baby, you bring the bad ideas, I’ll bring the bourbon 
Like a bad habit that I can’t replace yet
You’re a double shot, mmmm, with a regret chaser
My heart’s a racing, yeah it’s bracing for a hurtin’
Baby, you bring the bad ideas, I’ll bring the bourbon