I can’t tell a songwriter how to write,
but I can describe some of my methods that others may find helpful.
On a serious lyric I try to avoid cleverness.
It sucks the sincerity right out of it.
First I stare out the window a while
and mentally put myself in a place and situation,
and see where it goes from there.
In my case, most of them are places and situations I’ve been in.
I set the scene with a few details I call “furniture”,
to get the feel of it, then the story develops from that.
I have some examples.
“Dandelions that grow along the highway,
Silver gray they blow away like foam.
Trucks roll by and make the blackbirds fly away.
Seems like there ain’t no goin’ home.”
I was broke and hitchhiking in the rain outside Phenix City, Alabama.
I had a hangover, a new sore tattoo, and no home to go to.
Until then I’d thought I was the happy wanderer.
I was hitching vaguely northward
because I had remnants of a family somewhere up there.
“Spent what I had left in Phenix City.
Nothin’ in my pocket but my comb.
The way I look this morning ain’t so pretty.
It seems like there ain’t no goin’ home.
Oh, it seems like there ain’t no goin’ home.”
I had walked away from a couple of relationships,
thinking there would always be another waiting in the wings.
I found you can’t depend on that.
These were not perfect relationships,
but on that journey I could have used a partner.
“Over on the hill I see a farmer,
Workin’ in his field behind a mule.
There’ll be smoke from the chimney of his cabin,
In the evening when the air is turning cool;
And a woman cookin’ supper in the kitchen.
That’s not for me, you see my freedom’s all I own.
Here and there I get my share of lovin’,
But it seems like there ain’t no goin’ home.
Yeah, it seems like there ain’t no goin’ home.”
After a lot of rides to nowhere that left me stranded in desolate places,
I wound up in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania with the flu.
It was cold and all I had for warmth was a fold up plastic raincoat.
The town was having a centennial,
and a bunch of good-natured men, including a sheriff,
wanted to arrest me for not having a beard,
as I was sitting shaking in the Greyhound station.
I had somehow come up with bus fare to Buffalo,
where relatives agreed to take me in,
but the bus driver didn’t want to let me on the bus
because of my shaking, and the awful way I looked,
and the wrinkled plastic I was clutching around myself.
But it must have turned out all right because I’m still here,
and I got a song out of it
— Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan…
Grammy & CMA Award Finalists.
Billboard Duet of the Year.
Home Page: www.jackandmisty.com
Mastering & restoration studio: 407 330 1611.
Wildlife guide Conrad Cramer was at the Addo Elephant National Park in South Africa when he came across a baby elephant lifting his head and flaring his ears at a full-grown African Buffalo . Luckily, the calf walked away with nothing more than damaged pride. And according to Cramer, even the elephant’s relatives agreed that the buffalo was in the right. “The other elephants were in no way disturbed by the chain of events,” Cramer said, adding that they viewed the altercation as a “life lesson that the youngster had to learn.” As the old saying goes, don’t let your mouth write checks you can’t cash. It’s too bad more human parents don’t have that attitude.
Waiting is an inescapable part of life in this world. One of the hardest times to wait is during the night, if you’re having trouble sleeping. As the darkness drags on while you’re watching for the first rays of sunlight, you can identify with watchmen waiting for the morning. However, no matter how long the night may feel, dawn eventually comes. Since I created an orderly world, you can count on the rising of the sun.
There is much to learn from this pattern of expectant waiting followed by the dawning of a new day. People who are struggling with long-term problems may feel as if their suffering will go on interminably. But for My children there is every reason to be hopeful, even while circumstances remain dark. Relief will come! I can change situations and relieve suffering in an instant. Moreover, each of My followers is on a pathway leading to heaven.
Just as the night sometimes seems terribly long, yet always ends in dawn, so your journey through this world-no matter how long and hard it seems-will definitely end in Glory!
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning. -Psalm 130:5-6
As for me, I will see Your face in righteousness; I shall be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness. -Psalm 17:15 nkjv
Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. -Ephesians 3:20-21 nkjv
The sun shall be no more your light by day, nor for brightness shall the moon give you light; but the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory. -Isaiah 60:19 esv