"Young Love"

65 degree weather turns me into a mid-tempo-summer-love junkie.  Like what has gotten into me?  I heard Hillary Lindsey's demo probably like 5 years ago on Aimee Mayo's Myspace and then it disappeared, nowhere on Earth to be found.  If anyone knows where I can find it or if they have it...I have open arms.

There's something about this song that once you've heard it, you know it like the back of your hand.  The saddest thing in the music business = the death of a song.  Unfortunately, the trio that recorded this amazing song has faded into thin air and like this demo are nowhere to be found.  And with them went this song.  Someone, like Lauren Alaina, could totally get a #1 if not at least a top 5 hit out of this song...paired with an April or May release would be airplay's dream.

FM Radio:
Singers: Carters Chord
Songwriters: Scooter Carusoe, Hillary Lindsey, Aimee Mayo
Song: "Young Love"

Ya had the headlights off so no one could see
Ya sneakin' up the driveway; I was 'bout seventeen
Waitin' there for you at the window 'round midnight

Smilin', arms wide open, runnin' 'cross the lawn
That crazy dog barkin' like a fire alarm
I jumped in the car and said, "Boy, you'd better fly"

You said, "Don't you worry, had a story to tell
"'Cause if we got caught, we were gonna catch hell
"But I'd pay any price for that look in your eyes"

When we ran like wild horses through the night
Stickin' to the back roads and stayin outta sight
Makin' the most of what little time we had left
How sweet it is, how sweet it was
Young love
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Not a cloud in the sky, only the heavens and us
That ole radio singin', the tires kickin' up dust
Oh, in all my years, I don't think I've known a better night

Faded jeans layin' in a field on the ground
You and me smilin' rollin' 'round and 'round
In all my life, don't think I've held on quite as tight

We ran outta time with the rise of the dawn
Autumn was a-callin' for us to move on
And now, I only see you on a memory or two

When we ran like wild horses through the night
Stickin' to the back roads and stayin outta sight
Makin' the most of what little time we had left
How sweet it is, how sweet it was

Makin' the most of what little time we had left
How sweet it is, how sweet it was
Young love

Young love, yeah

"Turning Home"

Being at the biggest crossroad of my life, I relate to this song like no other.  I really believe no matter how far you go, you will carry pieces of your life with you.  And if you don't, they come back to find you.  On the other hand, if your like me, you would want every piece of your life to make the 900 mile trek so you could follow your dreams with them right beside you.  Well, to me, this is what this song is.  This has to be one of those songs that you can do math until you turn blue but it still doesn't add up as to why this song still isn't number 1 on the charts.  Everyone can relate to this, maybe not now, but they will one day.

Hopefully, whether your memories are wonderful or bittersweet, we all carry some part of our innocence/childhood/hometown with us every day.  Do yourself a favor and watch the second video.  The best live radio performance I have ever seen!  

FM Radio:
Singer: David Nail
Songwriters: Kenny Chesney, Scooter Carusoe
Song: "Turning Home"


Usually take one last pass through town
Stop the car and touch the ground
Watch those streetlights swayin’ in the breeze
Decorated store fronts
Rusty old gas pumps
Try to fill my mind up
With somethin’ before I go
Picture postcard memories
You know they always make for good company

I don’t know no town
Like the old town
Even when the miles are many
I feel like I’m still around
Deep inside me
Like rings through an oak tree
Yeah, there something ‘bout a Sunday when I’m gone
That keeps me turning home

I’m standin’ here beneath these billboard lights
Takes me back to those autumn nights
Hometown bleachers packed real tight
As we marched down the field
My feet would swing from a dropped tailgate
Out on Airport Road real late
No one could walk a line too straight
We usually made it home alright
And glory days I cant re-live
Stories I’ll never forget

And I don’t know no friends
Like the old friends
I never seem to laugh now
Like I did with them
But deep inside me
A piece of history
Yeah, I hear their voices even though they’re gone
And it keeps me turning home

Never twice the same way does it start
And sure enough she stole my heart
On the old gym floor, spinnin’ round and round one night
And though we both tried hard to wait
We sure did love the taste
Of the sweet love being made and prayin’ I got it right
Graduation came and went
Along with all the time we spent

And I don’t know no love
Like the first love
When I think about the best times
She’s the one I think of
Deep inside me
All though the taste is bittersweet
I see her smilin’ even though she’s gone
And it keeps me turning home, yeah
And it keeps me turning home