I'm a songwriter, short story writer, essayist, musician, husband, both a cat and a dog person, and these writings will be a fun mixed up jumble of all of me. Thanks for popping by.
This weeks prompt was Stir and I must admit this one was harder. Partly because it just didn't flow and partly because life was in the way.
We’re Cooking Key: A Writing Prompt: Stir Standard Timing
Open the Wine Stir up the sauce grandma’s got a spoon in her hand The kids get lost
We’re cooking. Yes, we’re cooking. Baked apple pie Blues on the hi fi We’re cooking
Winters here it’s cold in the snow going to make some love (tonight) cause it’s 20 below
Chorus Bridge You’ll need ten cups of apples pealed and cored one cup of sugar don’t spill it on the floor You’ll need a teaspoon of cinnamon four tablespoons of flour half cup of water shouldn’t take half an hour.
You get a cup of quick oats another cup of flour cup of brown sugar quarter teaspoon baking powder. We’re going to melt all that butter a whole half a cup cause our hearts are only happy when we’re filling something up
Hello Gang-
Here is another in this series; as I've said before, these are just a weeks worth of work and then I record on video the tunes. I know they need work and they are works in progress.
This one I wrote over the period of like two days. Once I got the first one out and recorded I didn't feel so backed up. You see I felt behind because I joined the group while I was on vacation. If you don't know what I'm talking about well here is a link to last weeks edition in which I explain. LINK Alternately, I can and will just mention a smallish bit here. I joined a songwriting group which gives a prompt every week for us to write about. It doesn't have to be an epic song or anything just something you were inspired to write from the prompt. This weeks prompt was, 'Cab'.
Song Prompt 2: Cab T.A.Marty Am, C, G, F Title: Old Cab
This is a tale of an old wagoneer he was a cowboy, a traveler, a lover (of beer) he’d hitch up his two horses and climb to the chair ride off to nowhere cause it’s better than here.
They called him ‘Old Cab’ and they said it quite clear they were proud of this old man and it was said like a prayer. In the year of 18 hundred and 65 he saved the whole damn town ya he kept them alive.
It rained in the day and it rained in the night it rained that whole (damn) month till the river went wild. It burst through the damns, and it tore up the rocks sent them all tumbling to the town down below
Now Old Cab saw it happen cause he was out on a drunk been chased out of town cause he was dirty and stunk? he jumped up on his pony yes he mounted the nag and he raced that old water through the forests and crags.
He warned the whole town yes he said it quite clear the water was coming the water was near no one believed him no one cared he was just a drunk and a lier get out of here.
Old Cab didn’t give up he continued to fight went down to the mining office to steal the dynamite back up the mountain he went fast and lite to blow off the top and block the waters spite
now back in the town there was drinking and dance nobody knew of the water they didn’t have a chance they’d kicked out old cab they’d sent him away now he’s up on the mountain trying to save the day
then came the rumble of the thunder and rain then came the explosion and the rocks down again/tumbling down the town had been saved the water passed them by saved by a drunk a man/person they passed by. Old Cab
Thanks for popping by and I wish you a dear and beautiful day.
Trevor
