New Song, New Day, and some words on songwriting...

I have been getting messages these days from other songwriters regarding the craft of songwriting.  On Wednesday night I played a brand new song tentatively titled "Old Dog." It takes a lot of writing for me to get a song to a place where I feel it is complete.  In reality, most of my writing gets left behind.  I treat the act of writing like keeping my tools sharp and ready.  I try to write even when I know what I am working on is not that great.  This process keeps me writing and prepared when the muse visits.  "Old Dog" is at the point where I can teach it to the band and start performing it 'live'.  For me this means it is a 'contender."  It is not a definite recordable song, in fact I an not sold on the title and as well the words 'old dog'.  It seems a little tired, but it fits so for now it stays.

"Old Dog" is a simple three verse story.  Verse one is the introduction and history of the character, verse two is the current timeframe and verse three is the future.  I like this timeline in a story as it is a nice structure to hang a narrative on.  In this song I am still not sold on the second verse.  Although the company of others is a common thread in the life of a musician, it is not necessarily everybody's choice and somewhere in my mind is a voice telling me 'You can do better" with a second verse.  It is still on the table for now but we will see how it goes.

Hope you enjoy and please leave a comment of question below.

Seems like every meal he’s ever eaten has come at the cost of a song 

not to say he ain’t been hungry for those times you sang along 

and his house is made of many doors the address changes day by day 

been rambling round this world killing time along the way 

 

Its a long way to travel and a dollar for a song 

another town behind and another comes along 

boots are feeling heavy standing on another stage 

fire in his blood shot eyes … again today 

 

And for every girl he’s ever loved whose kindness helped him find his way 

through fumbling tumbling lonely nights to bring colour to the grey 

another lonesome sunrise just ahead shadows tangled on the bed 

life is scattered on the floor, and he’s headed out the door 

 

Its a long way to travel (heaven) and a dollar for a song 

another town behind and another comes along 

boots are feeling heavy standing on another stage 

fire in his blood shot eyes … again today 

 

You wont break him from this road 

too much story still untold 

doesn’t matter what you say he’s been doing it all his days 

he’s al old dog and you’ll never change his ways 

 

and when he dies out on that highway and you check to find he’s cold 

you can pull that old truck over and roll him down beside the road 

cause his life’s been filled with riches found upon that lonely stage 

when he gets his call to glory and he knows his dues are paid 

 

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