Looking for additional input on this song I've been woodshedding. Already got some good feedback to slow the tempo down a little, deliver the vocal a little more laid back and get more comfortable playing it.

In Franklin County, Virginia
They called them whiskey trippers
Someone had to keep the drunkards sipping
With White lightning in a jar
Was faster than their cars
Illegal but it only made them want it more

She was bright eyed and bold
As the story is told
She was running on the wrong side of town
Her engine it revved
Just as red as she bled
In an attempt to get away from the Feds

Run run run Wille run
With our rum rum rum Willie run

Try as they might
And oh what a sight
But her car it seemed given to flight
No matter your views
On a barrel of booze
Bet against her you're likely to lose

Run run run Wille run
With our rum rum rum Willie run

Oh there after her
Oh but she faster

With a gun to her head
But She'd rather be dead
Then to give up her rights to the Feds
She's the first on the scene
As the sirens they scream
A parade that seems fit for a queen

Run run run Wille run
With our rum rum rum Willie run

The one, and only true friend I have in this world, wants to go sailing with his wife. He wants to even live on this imaginary boat, and give up living in his five bed-room house. All he talks about is "boats!" So, based on our conversations concerning his dream, I wrote this song.

You're in a relationship, and you have to face this army called life, but you're standing with your love, so you know you can face it. But when he/she leaves unexpectedly, you're left to face the Cavalry alone.

This is the the 8th song that I've written as part of a 100 day songwriting challenge - where I have to write a new song every day for 100 days.
It's all about seizing the moment and blocking out all of the stuff that gets in the way - Negative thoughts, existentialism, trivial worries.

Entombing old heartache.

Missing simpler times.

I wrote this whilst on holiday at Bawdsey in Suffolk (the seagulls were recorded on the beach). I was thinking how the river and the driftwood have no choice where they go and what happens to them. We may think we’re the same but We’re not... It’s in dropped D tuning, the verse hanging on a sort of D chord and the end of the verse running down from C to A chromatically.

I have always loved songs about water - rivers and seas particularly. I've tried to be disciplined enough to hold a single chord in the verse to allow the lyrics to breathe. The song is essentially a bit of philosophy exploring the nature of free will.



I hope you like it.

A song about the beauty of unfinished business. (full story here: http://on.fb.me/1OwqbIW)