#countrymusic

31 posts
  • kevinosullivan 51w

    Cowboy Songsters

    My heroes have always been cowboy songsters. No, not them born again country pop stars in the tight jeans and polished smiles. My heroes are traveller's, hobos running from pain; crafting music from wandering miles. I too was a hobo, solo hopping on the fly; trying to outrun them demons. Just as the "Harlem River Blues" caught up with Justin as the reeper always will. I also have a temporary reprieve tethered to the salvation of being loved.

    My pack sits dormant and deflated, still smelling of military surplus and sweat. My boots and bedroll beneath the spare bed. Our apartment is simple but filled with life; pets, plants, art and memories. Sometimes we gotta leave to truly appreciate what we have, so I do. Less and less as the lure ebbs and flows as my emotions get tumbled by the frolicking surf.

    Today, I am as stationary as a houseplant who occasionally suns on the front porch. Listening to that frequency that only Benjamin Todd and Charley Crockett currently exalt. In it I hear rail cars brakes squealing on a turn or the air clicking to go when they sing but also know an agreement has been made.

    Just as Justin Townes Earle sang about trudging that road and writing about it all to save his tattered soul. Without a loving woman to anchor and guide one's sad life; we are like a runaway rigs. I carry it all in my heart, heavier with time but easier to breathe.

    Thankfully these few musicians can resonate and remind me of it all. You won't hear them on CMT or country radio as they are that which is authentic. An outlaw grit that exists in their marrow and only from poverty, addiction, crimes of life and loss. Such songs are not made from artificial facades of rodeo buckles, oil or ranching with Jesus. That ever present inner journey rolls through; past people, places and things. Sometimes all we can do is identify with that sentiment of such sad songs; knowing we are not alone.
    ©kevinosullivan

  • outoftune_robert_anthony 85w

    Better Side Of Me

    Ya' see this old house is a hideaway
    where the bandits and lost poets play
    a refuge from our stark reality

    We once had dreams of fame and lights
    but we gave them up for endless nights
    now our shadows are the only thing we see...

    ©outoftune

  • zierra 149w

    This Song

    "Most People Are Good" by Luke Bryan.

    This song will fill your heart with emotion, and maybe even a spark of hope.

  • matthewkennethgray 176w

    Luck

    That night we hugged and I looked in her eyes
    She was beaming like when I won her that prize
    She said she was sorry for how she treated me
    She just felt like we were better as like family
    But then she switched and kissed my lips
    As we sat on the bed of my Silverado truck
    Suddenly I had that girl and a lifetime of luck
    Suddenly I had that girl and a lifetime of luck

    ©matthewkennethgray

  • ramta_jogi 178w

    Jhon Denver country music

    Almost heaven, West Virginia
    Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
    Life is old there, older than the trees
    Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

    Country roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain mama
    Take me home, country roads

    All my memories gather round her
    Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
    Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
    Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

    Country roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain mama
    Take me home, country roads

    I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
    The radio reminds me of my home far away
    And driving down the road I get a feeling
    That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

    Country roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain mama
    Take me home, country roads

    Country roads, take me home
    To the place I belong
    West Virginia, mountain mama
    Take me home, country roads

    Take me home, down country roads
    Take me home, down country roads

  • matthewkennethgray 180w

    If I Only Had a Truck

    I’ve got my T-Shirt, it’s whiter than I’ll ever be
    I’ve got my worn out boots just customized for me
    I’ve got my work-worn jeans from my ten hour days
    And my ol’ baseball hat promoting Chevrolets

    Chorus 1:
    And if I only had a truck
    I might have someone holding me tight
    like that girl I’ve known since grade school
    who wasn’t impressed by my BMX bike
    We’d go muddin’ out in the cornfields
    and have sweet kisses out by the lake
    I’d have it all, the girl and good luck
    If I, If I, If I only had a truck

    I was raised right, got myself mostly A’s & B’s
    At the General Store I’d hear ’em shoot the breeze
    Wanted to be like them – all those hardworkin’ men
    Not like my beachgoing friends who’d go hang ten

    Bridge:
    Instead I learned how to work on cars
    but I didn’t get to labor on a farm
    And I took up pitchin’ in High School
    but Senior year I blew out my arm

    Chorus 2:
    And if I only had a truck
    Things would have worked out differently
    When someone needed help movin’ stuff
    They’d always call & count on me
    Now I’m just a mechanic at a Quick Lube
    and every day on my lunch break
    I try to figure out how I’m gonna get unstuck
    Man, it wouldn’t suck,
    if I, if I, if I… only had a truck

    Instrumental break, then

    Chorus 1:
    If I only had a truck
    I might have someone holding me tight
    like that girl I’ve known since grade school
    who wasn’t impressed by my BMX bike
    We’d go muddin’ out in the cornfields
    and have sweet kisses out by the lake
    I’d have it all, the girl and good luck
    If I, If I, If I only had a truck

    If I, If I, If I only had a truck

    ©matthewkennethgray

  • kevinosullivan 189w

    Confederate Gallery

    Built as the Union Gospel Tabernacle with funds from the reds to build the balcony.
    Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan sold out the Ryman in 1913, must have been a sight.
    This Mother Church of Country Music our Grand Ole Opry.
    Dormant, decaying and facing demolition came a revival akin back to Samuel Porter Jones's tent days. With the soul of Nashville bleeding true blue in skies of gray, the Rymam stands. Its echoes through our history, an undercurrent of a nation; resonating from our rural roots and a country still divided.
    ©kevinosullivan

  • bohemian_ 196w

    Left Behind.

    Come on take a ride with me
    We'll put some gasoline in this truck
    I will fire it up, you let the windows down
    Like there ain't nobody in this town but us
    That's good enough for me
    But that's only in my dreams

    I watch the moon run
    The sun out of the sky
    To dream about us
    For just one more last night and
    For the rest of my life, honey
    I wouldn't mind having you by my side
    All the miles that I would drive
    To be right in front of what I left behind

    All the miles that I would drive
    To be right in front of what I left behind
    ©bohemian_

  • guafevc 196w

    Here's to the girls we annoyed and the ones we kissed goodnight.
    Here's to the nights we won't remember, and the friends we won't forget.
    @LeeBrice

  • paulwrites 205w

    @_suruchi_ @surreal @watchsaad @parikshagaur903 @nakshatrasuroshi @thesoulgazer @angelicface @_aryasmita_ @eye_of_iris @sreemoyee_

    #orchardhouse #novel #serial #serialnovel #romance #love #couples #lovers #desire #passion #longing #redemption #destiny #fate #drama #romantic #america #music #writer #south #sexy #steamy #countryliving #loneliness #writersnetwork #authors #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite
    #farmhouse #appleorchard #radio #countrymusic #dancing #conversation #hearttoheart #loneliness #hurt #kennychesney

    Orchard House & The Heart Of Everything

    Part 10: Kenny In The Kitchen

    “What’s the radio for?” she asked, after we stopped laughing. She pointed to the little transistor I had set on the counter earlier. “It wasn’t here this morning.”“Yeah, I got it from the top of the frig. Was listening to a little music after my walk.”

    She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, do you dance?”

    “Um, no, I can’t dance.”

    “I bet you can.”

    “Nope.”

    “Ever tried?”

    “Yeah,” I said, getting nervous as to where this conversation was leading.

    “Let me guess, it was a rock song.”

    “I’m not sure.”

    She nodded, knowingly. “Yeah, it was a rock song. If you have a great country song you don’t even have to try to dance. Your body will do all the work.”

    “Here, I’ll show you.” She reached for the radio and turned it on. The voice of Kenny Chesney came through the speakers, singing something about no shirt and no shoes. She grinned broadly. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” She got up and kicked her open toed shoes across the floor. “No shoes,” she said.

    “Hey wait,” I started to argue, and then she took off her sweater and set it across one of the dining room chairs.

    “No shirt,” she teased. Her silky tank top clung to her in all the right places, and with horror I suddenly realized what was coming off next: me from my chair. She grabbed my hands and pulled me up, despite my protests. “Come on, it won’t kill ya.”

    “It might,” I said nervously. She was swaying to the music, a slow country rhythm, a touch of the waltz with a bit of the beach thrown in. She was moving my hands and arms to try and get me to move, but my dancing was like someone tapping their foot and just shifting their weight from one hip to the other.

    “Come on, just loosen up a little. Let the music move you.”

    I couldn’t loosen up. Not like her. She was moving like I hadn’t seen anyone move for a very long time. I thought to myself this must be how a celibate priest feels when they accidentally walk into a honky-tonk bar on ladies’ night.

    “You are stiff as a board, Matthew. Just relax. Here, let me help…” She put both her hands on my hips and began to move them in time with her own.

    It freaked me out a little. I wasn’t used to having my own personal space invaded. “Uh, Summer, can we please stop?”

    She stopped dancing as suddenly as if someone had reached up and punched Chesney in the mouth.

    “I make you uncomfortable, don’t I?”

    “No, it’s not like that, I…”

    “I made you uncomfortable in Wal-Mart, made you uncomfortable asking about Ashley last night, and now I’ve made you uncomfortable dancing in the kitchen and being dressed a little more girly than usual. I think I would make you uncomfortable if I was wearing a burlap sack and sitting in a corner.”

    “I’m sorry, summer. I’m not comfortable around people. Ok, girls. You’re young and pretty and we’re staying in the same house, and this is the most contact I have had with a female since Ashley.”

    A sad look came over her. “Oh my, Matthew. What did that girl do to you?”

    I hung my head. I wanted to cry, but didn’t want her see me do it. She was right after all, Ashley had ruined me. I couldn’t even look at another girl without feeling she wanted to get away from me, too. Or would, one day.

    “Look, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she said. “If you wish, I’ll put on something different, or not look at you when I talk, but it’s not going to fix what she’s done.”

    She picked up her sweater and slipped it back on. Then she walked around the bar, picked up her food and threw it in the trash. Turning from the trash can and walking past me, she said, “I’m going to go now.”

    I didn’t turn to watch her go, but I heard her pick up her sandals and put them back on. Her footsteps seemed to echo across the kitchen linoleum.

    “She left me on our wedding day,” I said. “I loved her like I loved no one. I’d known her since childhood. We dated in school, lived together in college, played house for years after that. Then, one day I decided it wasn’t enough. I had to know she was completely devoted to me, committed to our relationship. So, I asked her to marry me and she said yes. Looking back, I realize she didn’t cry happily or beam proudly, she just said yes. I should have known then. She was about excited over our wedding as you are about sitting down and having a hot dog with me.”

    She walked back to the kitchen bar and sat across from me. “I am very excited about sitting down and having a hot dog with you.”

    I couldn’t look at Summer. I stared down at the bar wishing I could be saying these things from another room. “She never showed up. Do you know what it’s like to be sitting there and waiting and waiting and waiting for someone you love to show up and say ‘hey I just got scared. Forgive me?’ But she couldn’t even do that.”

    “I do know what its like,” she confided. “I waited for someone, too.”

    I looked up. “Really?”

    “Yeah, really. I waited for someone I loved to show up and say those very same things to me. And they never did. Years passed and I never saw their face again. I got beyond caring after a while, but I still think about it sometimes. One day I hope I will forget it completely, but I know I won’t without some kind of closure. And neither will you.”

    I nodded. Suddenly I didn’t feel like my problem was the biggest one. Sitting across from Summer, I wasn’t half as alone as I thought I was. I had a friend. One who understood how I felt. One who wanted to understand how I felt. I was still uncomfortable around her; I wouldn’t be looking in her eyes anytime soon, but if the proverbial ice had been broken, she melted it with her next words.

    “Sometimes Matthew, people just get scared. Some of us hide it behind a happy smile.” She smiled to show me she meant herself. “Some of us let the fear show in our every word.” She nodded in my direction. “I think you’re scared to move forward because you think nothing’s out there now.“ She reached across the table and patted my hand in a gentle gesture. “I’m scared that way, too.”

    She squeezed my hand briefly, and let it go. Outside the world went on, while inside we were frozen in time, caught up in our own separate sadness, yet still feeling someone understood. Maybe that was a start in the right direction. Perhaps that’s how you move on, getting someone else to understand how you feel.

    TO BE CONTINUED

    Orchard House & The Heart Of Everything
    Paul D Aronson. All Rights Reserved.

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  • matthewkennethgray 206w

    If This Ain't Winnin', Losin' Ain't So Bad

    She said I was pathetic ‘n unsuccessful
    And I’ll be a loser 'til I pass away
    I gotta say I laughed for a little while
    At our class reunion, here’s what I’ll say

    If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad
    I’ve got a family who loves me very much
    I’m a dedicated husband ‘n Dad
    We live simply ‘n enjoy our friends
    And we’re happy more than sad
    If this ain’t winnin’, losin’ ain’t so bad

    ©matthewkennethgray

  • matthewkennethgray 207w

    Get Your Hand Off My Beer

    Get your hand off my beer
    I worked all week to come here
    And plop on this barstool to drink all night
    Flirt with the ladies, maybe get in a fight
    I’ll buy you a bottle if you want one
    I just don’t want your backwash in mine
    Get your hand off my beer, baby
    Or go over there and get in line

    ©matthewkennethgray

  • matthewkennethgray 209w

    Baby Let's Horse Around

    Let’s horse around
    Baby let’s horse around
    Get these torn up jeans on honey
    I found them rumpled on the ground
    You can wear my favorite band t-shirt
    as long as we’re bar bound
    Let’s go goof off with all our friends
    Baby let’s horse around

    ©matthewkennethgray

  • matthewkennethgray 209w

    Back To The Basics With You

    I wanna snuggle on the couch
    Or head outside for a long, long walk
    Let’s go for a ride in the country
    Or sit on the porch swing and talk
    We’ve been so caught up with
    Our children’s busy lives
    We don’t do what lovers do
    Don’t you want some “us time,” babe
    I wanna get back to the basics with you
    I wanna get back to the basics with you

    ©matthewkennethgray

  • matthewkennethgray 209w

    Southern Girls on the Porch

    They looked at each other and said
    Sure honey, whatcha waiting for
    I was so grateful to those darling
    Sweet southern girls on the porch...

    ©matthewkennethgray

  • mmlive20 257w

    Who else loves this song?? #countryMusic #rawLyrics

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    Who knows how love starts
    I woke up with you in my heart
    Timber! I'm falling in love.

    ~Patty Loveless

  • kkfosterlyrics 291w

    Only One Thing

    When I, feel like I've lost my mind
    and I'm running on empty
    My thoughts won't stop and I lay wondering, wishing I could sleep
    There's only one thing that makes sense
    you’ve become my silver lining
    If there's only one thing I can have
    I need you beside me

    © K.K. Foster Lyrics 2017

  • kkfosterlyrics 291w

    My Favorite

    Cause I feel my breathing change when you say my name
    You're my favorite part of every single week
    I don't need a drink, unless it gets you close to me
    Maybe you should write a song that predicts a love story
    Cause you're my favorite part of every single week
    You're my favorite and I'm taking the leap

    © K.K. Foster Lyrics 2017

  • readwriteunite 291w

    The Moment

    I heard you in the tunes on the radio
    The strum of the guitar in every country song I know
    You became my favorite part of driving in my car
    From the moment you looked me in the eyes
    You took hold of my heart

    © K.K. Foster Lyrics 2017

  • kkfosterlyrics 291w

    The Moment

    I heard you in the tunes on the radio
    The strum of the guitar in every country song I know
    You became my favorite part of driving in my car
    From the moment you looked me in the eyes
    You took hold of my heart

    © K.K. Foster Lyrics 2017