...and who would want it any other way?Yesterday realizing my fridge really was broken, I was forced to think like the eskimos...Since it's freezing here, I put my soy milk and pickles in between the screen and door of the back patio. I felt so proud of myself that I was that resourceful.Within the same day, I started tracking this song I wrote a couple weeks ago...I've been searching for just one day to myself to put a song down...then the phone rang...and it rang and just when I was about to turn it off (no-really) My friend Robert called to see if I wanted to go see his partner Ronnie Milsap play at a taping for GAC at the Opry...hmmm, yeah. He didn't mention that we'd be sitting with him or Charlie Daniels, or Trace Adkins, Carrie Underwood and Dierks Bentley and Vince GILLLL... or that Loretta Lynn...omg... would step on my toe and giggle with me as she almost knocked me over with her 5 foot frame...not to be a name dropper, but you have to understand how surreal it was...It was all I could do to not tell Charlie I had just played "Devil Went Down to Georgia" the night before with the society band I just started playing with. Huh? Yes it's a Rodeo......the society band. Last weekend, I was handed over a couple hundred songs, a stack of violin sheet music and 8 hours to 'learn' them...which meant violin, vocals and backing vocals. I admit I actually choked back tears on the phone with a friend. Clearly they had more faith in me than I could ever have myself. It's a reoccurring nightmare that I am found out to be a phony. Ever since my violin teacher convinced my parents I couldn't read music and I was grounded til I could tell them all the notes to "Gavotte" and "Minuet 12", I'm always afraid people will figure out that I really don't have a clue. Though I can read now, it didn't help that I was drowning in doubt that I could play 3 roles...open the gate, ride the bull and be the clown....still, somehow I fooled them and they seemed to be quite happy. I even made some friends...and I NEVER want to do that again...but now I can afford to fix my fridge:)Robert got me home so I could lay a back vocal on my new song before I went to bed...that turned into 4am as I wrestled with a glitch in my recorder. It's fitting that you can sorta hear it right when I say "In tact"...like the other demo's I've been putting up, they all seem to have a beautiful character flaw. I love giving them accidental multiple personalities as I sing what were just words, I find myself making inside jokes with myself or swipe ideas on purpose...yes U2 fans-I purposely did the "I will follow" harmony...maybe I'll be the only one to find humor in what I do...seems to be the story of my life...at the rodeo. I love it. All of it.So the Always Never, Forever...that's the song I wrote for Sam and Jeni's wedding present...whether they wanted it or not;) I agreed to play it last week in Chicago and totally spaced it...so I put it up for my friend. It's a pretty personal tune so if you understand the "small" references or the "forever" or "God" situation, then it might be entertaining...otherwise...well, again...I've entertained myself.In the meantime, I may have a broken fridge but recently was handed some pretty unbelievable-so I won't say it yet...cuz I can't believe it yet...news about the possible direction of my...what is it called-career? Hmmmm...no...it's a rodeo......and I am the luckiest cowgirl on earth.Daniel just pulled up...he likes the rodeo too.I swear I only had a half a cup 'o coffee.
Heather Lynne...
p.s. I think I'm actually finger picking in the new demo!
You laugh in my face
Like a slamming door
Through the mist of your breath…I am drenched
And wade back for more
And I call you …out
But in a moments time
You throw me under the bus
And then you scrape me up
You're so wrong
For me
When you close your eyes
I will follow suit
Like a loyal pet – I hang-
On your every…word
And your minds in tact
No one more clever yet
While your memory selects
To cover up your debts
You're so wrong
So wrong
Every man of whom I've been
Wishes he were you
I don't believe you when
You say you wish you were you too
And you make up new laws
So you'll never belong
Cuz you're really not that tough-she was right
You're wrong…
So wrong for me
This batch has worked before
no, this spell, it ain't new
Romeo, this ain't your fault
Dear God, I asked you to
And I'm back on your bull
Ridin' high on number 99
Hopin this rodeo's our last
For the hundredth time
You're so wrong
For me
You're so wrong
For me
So wrong
Always, Never, Forever...
She's never known a ring before
that symbolized or told a story
quite the way this ruby 'do'
She's never tasted someone's mind
or smelled the lack of reason
while true love's so fresh and new
And never will he say, "forever"
or taint this moment here, together
change-her black to blue...
You-are the smallest thing
He's ever loved
Though you are the biggest one
of all
You- have been sewn inside
his heart
He's never traveled down this road
"the sacred one," or so he's, told
without safety procured
And never has he seen himself
so perfectly reflected in brown eyes
of which was lured
And never will she say, "forever"
fain naivety to think they'd measure
something so fragile and pure, but...
You-are the smallest thing
she's ever loved
And you are the biggest one
of all
You have been sewn inside
her heart
-
And it's about time...it's most certainly time
-
He's never dreamed that he would wish
for one to keep him marching tightly in one line...
But never had he met someone
for better or for worse to read his mind
his twisted mind
And never will they say, "forever"
taint these meanings time has gathered
He say's,' love, don't say, "forever"'
even though it's likely
He could...
You- are the smallest thing
he has ever loved
But baby, you are the biggest one
of all
You-have been sewn inside
You-have been set aside by God
hand selected for his heart