Turning Point

 I was still up so I tried the 1am EST (that's 11pm for me) FAWM skirmish. Lyrics only at this point. The prompt was "Turning Point."

End of the line, end of the rope,

End of the road

You get to a point

Where life has been good,

Life has been bad

You need to decide

Which way to turn.

Like a turning point in a maze

Will you find your way through

Or hit another dead end

Which way should you go

Are you going to back out

You need to decide

At the turning point.

Push is coming to shove,

It's your moment of truth,

Your personal crossroads,

Your turning point.

There's no map, no GPS,

Just a decision to make,

No or yes.

You decide and

See where it gets you

Follow that road

Until the next turn.

Push is coming to shove,

It's your moment of truth,

Your personal crossroads,

Your turning point.

Turn up the heat

Turn it back down

Turn up the speed

Slow it back down

It's your turning point

You get to choose

You get to decide

If you win or lose

You get to decide what winning means

You get to decide if you give in.

Push is coming to shove,

It's your moment of truth,

Your personal crossroads,

Your turning point.

Into the Night edited lyrics, music added.

 February Album Writing Month (FAWM) title skirmish. I wrote and posted the lyrics on 2/16. Today (2/25) I came up with the music and edited  the lyrics.

Musicbysue · Into Night

The sun shines bright on an old Kentucky Home

Somewhere the deer and antelope might roam

The sunshine could get taken away

Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue.

Here and now life is going up and down

Living the dream, living a nightmare,

Go to sleep every night, get up each morning

Life goes on from day into night.

Just another day

Just another night

Just another day doing what you do

From day into night.

The earth keeps turning, gravity holding

We ride from light to dark

Hanging on as we spin on and on

From day into the night.

Just another day

Just another night

Just another day doing what you do

From day into night.

Just another day turning into night

the sun setting to the west

Maybe a bottle of beer, 

a  glass of wine, 

a cup of tea, as you settle down.

Maybe it was just another day at work

Another day at school

Another day raising kids

Another day with nothing much to do

Another day out on the streets

Another day hustling for a job

Another day happy, another day sad

Light and dark, day to night.

Somewhere, UPDATED/music added.

Musicbysue · Somewhere

Prompt:  25 Words or Fewer. Write a song with no more than 25 unique words.. #25words

Somewhere

We all come from somewhere

Somewhere we come from,

Somewhere we go.

Some return,

Some don't.

Some never leave.

Somewhere, we're always somewhere.

Somewhere, is where we are.

We all come from somewhere,

Bring pieces with us

where we go.

We gather new pieces

As somewhere we go.

Some never leave.

Somewhere, we're always somewhere.

Somewhere, is where we are.

Somewhere, we're always somewhere

Somewhere, I'll always be.

Blade

 Another February Album Writing Month (FAWM) one hour skirmish. The prompt was one word, "Blade."

Trying to land while another jet is taking off

Hoping the crosswind doesn't kick up and 

Two jets touch like blades of grass.

Adjusting the landing path

Does the trick

But for those who knew what happened

They're shaking like blades of windblown grass

Close call

The blade doesn't always need to be sharp

Just seeing the blade up close

Is scary enough.

Trying to get out the door without being seen or heard

Hoping he doesn't come home unexpectedly and see

She can't handle any more words that cut deep

Deep into her heart and mind

They might just be words

But they're sharp as a blade

Being jabbed and turn into her heart. 

Close call

The blade doesn't always need to be sharp

Just seeing the blade up close

Is scary enough.

Chef in the kitchen using his own knives

Says the blades need to be sharpened, to cut thin and precise.

Cook in the kitchen using what's supplied

The blades aren't always sharp

Some aren't straight.

But he's learned how to hold them

To get the blade to cut just right.

But he knows for a Close call

The blade doesn't always need to be sharp

Just seeing the blade up close

Can be scary enough.

Don't want to crash and burn

Don't want to get cut deeper

Don't want to take get cut at all

They watch that blade carefully.

for a Close call

The blade doesn't always need to be sharp

Just seeing the blade up close

Can be scary enough.

Green Boots

February Album Writing Month. A one hour skirmish. The prompt was "Green Boots." 

She's wearing her green Doc Martens

Bought them used, already broken in

She's added a few scuffmarks to show where she's been

And a spot on the right heel where she rubs the chair leg.

These boots have gone on first dates

Nervously swung while waiting and talking

They've danced at bars and parties, tapped during karaoke.

Been left at the door, with the other shoes until reclaimed. 

 

Prechorus:

Green boots showing wear, green boots showing the years

Chorus:

Green boots, they're like an old friend,

Familiar, always there when you need them

Treat them right, they'll be good to you

Those green boots.

These boots have walked miles, ridden buses and the subway

Traveled cross country, survived torrential rains

Been submerged in snow high in Colorado

Baked in the sun in too many places to name.

She looks down at her feet, smiles at a memory

The boots tell the story of where she's been

They're not just another pair of shoes, they're much more.

They're her reliable companion, a reason to keep traveling.

Prechorus:

Green boots showing wear, green boots showing the years

Chorus:

Green boots, they're like an old friend,

Familiar, always there when you need them

Treat them right, they'll be good to you

Those green boots.

Sun On the Rockies

A couple of days ago I was in a 737 going west and looking down at the Rocky Mountains. The lyrics started pouring out of my head. Yesterday I sat down with my Little Martin and let the music flow.

Changing Places

February Album Writing Month (FAWM), one hour song skirmish, title prompt, Changing Places