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Friday, November 4, 2011

"Finding My Way Back Home"

There aren't enough hours in a day, or months in a year to possibly right all of the wrongs you have made in your life.  There comes a point in your life when you reach a point that you have this realization that nothing you could do can change the past.  With that said, if you knew the end, would you want to experience all of the 'in-betweens'?  Many would answer no to this question, but I would answer yes.  I have seen many ends but I have had more than my share of struggles.  However, sometimes you want to go back.  You want to experience something that you remember.  You want to go back to the time of your childhood innocence.  Sometimes, you need to go home


It's too easy to let this crazy world get the best of you.  Sometimes, we all need to rediscover our roots. 


I think this song is so underrated.  If promoted properly, Lee Ann could've had a humongous hit on her hands.  This song has summertime written all over it.  PLUS, this song has some serious substance.  Come on, on my best day...how hard is it to write a catchy UPTEMPO that actually says something than 'let's be yours again.'  Like come on, this has hit written all over it.  Nashville politics, you failed us, A+.

FM Radio:
Singer: Lee Ann Womack
Songwriters: Craig Wiseman, Chris Stapleton
Song: "Finding My Way Back Home"


I've been hurryin', I've been worryin'. 
I've been runnin' against the wind. 
I've been bettin' my soul on a long shot roll, 
That a good man never wins. 

I've been tossin', and I've been turnin'. 
I've been burnin' it at both ends. 
I've been seein' myself in the rear view, 
And I don't like where I've been...

So I'm takin' my time... 
Holdin' and hopin' and drivin' 
And dreamin' and lovin' every minute of it. 
Just enjoyin' the ride... 
Slowly and soulfully feeling the wheels unwind. 
Finding my way back home..

I've been toolin' along the two lane. 
I got off of the interstate. 
I've been goin' too fast, 
I got off of the gas. 
I've been learnin' the charm of the brake. 

I've been rollin' down all the windows 
And lettin' the world rush in. 
The smell of the grass and the fields that I pass 
And the sun dance on my skin. 

So I'm takin' my time... 
Holdin' and hopin' and drivin' 
And dreamin' and lovin' every minute of it. 
Just enjoyin' the ride... 
Slowly and soulfully feeling the wheels unwind. 
Finding my way back... 

I'm takin' my time... 
Holdin' and hopin' and drivin' 
And dreamin' and lovin' every minute of it... 

I'm takin' my time... 
Holdin' and hopin' and drivin' 
And dreamin' and lovin' every minute of it. 
Just enjoyin' the ride... 
Slowly and soulfully feeling the wheels unwind. 
Slowly and soulfully feeling the wheels unwind. 
Finding my way... back... home... 
I'm finding my way back home...


Thursday, November 3, 2011

"Coming Home"

As all good things come to an end, so did our trip.  Spare all the corniness, at the end of the day...well actually about 5 AM, we came home.  This song is more than just a drive home.  To me, this song is finding a place or a thing that gives you a sense of belonging.  And once you find that niche where you fit, it's about allowing yourself to surrender to it.  This song is brilliant, as are all Hillary Lindsey/Troy Verges penned songs.  Add Tom Douglas & Bob Dipiero into that mix and that is nothing but a hit.  I guess to everyone, this song can mean something different.  But to me, it should've won the Golden Globe & Oscar.  Totally got snubbed.  Oh and who knew Gwenyth Paltrow could sing?!  She is, of course, not comparable to Hillary, but I loved Country Strong.  

FM Radio:
Singer: Gwenyth Paltrow
Songwriters: Hillary Lindsey, Troy Verges, Tom Douglas, Bob Dipiero -            (Dream Team)
Song: "Coming Home"

It's a four letter word
a place you go to heal your hurtIt's an alter, it's a shelterOne place you're always welcomea pink flamingo, double wideOne bedroom in a high risea mansion on a hillWhere the memories always willkeep you companywhenever you're aloneafter all of my runningI'm finally coming
HomeThe world tried to break meI found a road to take meHomeThere ain't nothing but a blue sky nowAfter all of my runningI'm finally comingHome
Well they say its where the heart isand I guess the hardest part iswhen your heart is brokenand you're lost out in the great wide openlooking for a mapfinding your way backto where you belongwell that's where I belong
HomeThe world tried to break meI found a road to take meHomeThere ain't nothing but a blue sky nowAfter all of my runningI'm finally comingHome
Home...Home...
HomeThe world tried to break meI found a road to take meHomeThere ain't nothing but a blue sky nowAfter all of my runningI'm finally comingAfter all of my runningI'm finally comingHome

"Georgia Rain"

On October 8, 2011, my life forever changed.  We went to the Bluebird Cafe in Nashville and saw and heard the most incredible show.  That night's lineup was Karyn Rochelle (aka my new BFF), Tommy Karlas, Lisa Carver (whom I love) and Erin Enderlin.  Let me just say that for me, it was that indescribable feeling of fulfillment, yet desire.  I can't even begin to describe the chills I had.  The type that you feel in your bones.  That feeling that you know you're experiencing something much bigger than yourself.  If I can create that feeling for someone else the way they all did that night, my life is complete.  This was the last song of the night, my body wasn't even in my skin at this point.  Watch the video I took of Karyn singing it.  Of course, her back was to me...but I can't even begin to complain.

FM Radio:
Singer: Trisha Yearwood/Karyn Rochelle
Songwriters: Karyn Rochelle/Ed Hill
Song: "Georgia Rain"

Barefoot in the bed of your truck,
On a blanket lookin' up.
Half a moon peekin' down at us,
From underneath the clouds.
Teenage kids sneakin' out again...
I heard the thunder rollin' in.
We were fallin' the moment when,
It all came pourin' down. 

The Georgia rain on the Jasper county clay,
Couldn't wash away what I felt for you that day.
Just you an' me down an ol' dirt road...
Nothin' in our way except for the Georgia rain.

The cotton fields remember when,
Flash of lightnin' drove us in.
We were soaked down to the skin,
By the time we climbed inside.
An' I don't remember what was poundin' more...
The heart in my chest or the hood of that Ford.
As the sky fell in an' the storm clouds poured,
Worlds away outside


The Georgia rain on the Jasper county clay,
Couldn't wash away all the love we made.
Just you an' me down that ole dirt road...
No one saw a thing except for the Georgia rain.

Screen door flappin' in the wind...
Same ole house I grew up in.
I can't believe I'm back again,
After all these years away.
You fixed your Daddy's house up nice...
I saw it yesterday when I drove by.
Looks like you've made yourself a real good life...
What else can I say?

The Georgia rain on the Jasper county clay,
Couldn't wash away the way I loved you to this day.
The old dirt road's paved over now,
Nothin' here's the same except for the Georgia rain.

Couldn't wash away