Time Stands Still

Freakishly Amazing

2010-06-29T00:25:00.000-07:00

Written by Meghan Stegall & Dalton Travis Gray

Hiding under the covers in a blanket made of stars
Feel the beat of thunder, can you hear it in my heart?
Captured beneath nature, gusts of love blow in tonight.
Lying in the bed of my truck, watching the sky's show of lights

Hold onto this moment
Soak in every kiss
A storm this beautiful,
Too magical to miss

Freakishly Amazing, a static gravitation
Your touch hits me with a strike
The thunder rolls from deep inside
Beat by beat, through the night
Our electricity is so right
A perfect storm, love is raining
My heart and yours, Freakishly Amazing

Just like the bright green sky,
I can see the spark of light in your eyes
Holding you close, keeping us warm
Our love is defined as a thunderstorm
So, darlin' look up, look all around us
We're surrounded by it, there's no denying it

Hold onto this moment
Soak in every kiss
A storm this beautiful
Too magical to miss

Freakishly Amazing, a static gravitation

Your touch hits me with a strike
The thunder rolls from deep inside
Beat by beat, through the night
Our electricity is so right
A perfect storm, love is raining
My heart and yours, Freakishly Amazing

Baby, let it fall, just let it rain
Break free, bring it on
Our love, our storm
Just let it pour...

Freakishly Amazing, a static gravitation
Your touch hits me with a strike
The thunder rolls from deep inside
Beat by beat, through the night
Our electricity is so right
A perfect storm, a perfect... love is raining
My heart and yours, Freakishly Amazing

Where is my life going?

2010-04-13T00:59:00.000-07:00

Everyday as my life is flying by, everyone that surrounds me, including myself, has the same question: Where are you going?

Where is my life going? What is my purpose of living on this enormous, spinning ball that we call Earth?

I don't want to just live. I want to breathe in life, exhale the life, experience what truly matters, and be an inspiration to others. I want, no, I need tingling goosebumps, overwhelming emotion, heavy, hard-falling teardrops, and deep sighs. I need to feel.

Music is what I feel. Most people just.don't.get.it. And, you know what? That's okay, really. It would be ridiculous for me to expect everyone to see things the way I do.

For the past two years, I have not held a steady job. I have not committed to working for a paycheck every two weeks and I certaintly haven't dedicated my time to earning a decent living. Instead, I act like a lazy bum and sit around, writing in my notebook, pretty much doing whatever I want during the week. On the weekends, my time is spent driving, selling merchandise (I like to call it 'slingin'), opening the pores of my soul so that music may seep in. I hang out with amazing musicians, songwriters, and crews, and am blessed to consider them my friends. Because I did not grow up listening to every genre of music, I have been playing what I like to call "catch-up". Every weekend I consume heavy amounts of inspiration, toke in appreciation, and attempt to fill each shelf in that noggin' of mine full of new learning material.

The love of my life is music.

Am I trying to be a big star? Hell no. Do I love writing? Hell yes. It comes natural and it allows me to express different emotions, tell stories, explain feelings, and create a sense of accomplishment. I'm not trying to push my writing to anyone if I ask them to write with me. Do I hope that if someone, anyone, reads the lyrics they'll feel what I'm trying to say? Hell to the yes. That's my purpose. I just don't have the talent like friends of mine in this industry do to put the music and melody to them. Sometimes I do have a melody but I'm not a musician, so I can kinda hum it out or what not.

The feeling when a musician picks up something little 'ol me has written and immediately "feels" it and is able to put music to it on the spot is unbelievable.

It cuts into my chest, opens my soul, pours itself inside, filling every empty space, and sews me back up. THAT'S HOW I FEEL.

THEN, It's almost ripping at the seams to get out. Like I need to tell someone, share that experience and feeling.

FRIENDS.

Have I cut out most of my friends outside of the music industry? Yes. Do I like it? No and yes. I have a hard time trying to explain what it means to me to friends outside of this industry. Mainstream music on the radio is not what it's all about. Most people don't understand that. They don't see the amazing talent of bands and writers and musicians, etc. They just want to hear what's on the radio. Yea, not me. Houston radio stations SUCK. Yes, they SUCK. One more time. THEY SUCK. If such a HUGE city isn't being exposed to what is real, different artists, etc., then it's almost like they're brainwashed.

"Those that don't & can't do what we do don't understand why we do what we do." -Nick Tate

*Stepping off of my soapbox.* Goodnight.

The End

2010-03-26T12:18:00.000-07:00

The End

Written by: Meghan Stegall & Jeff Bryant

03/13/2010

If it wasn't for me

And I say this with sympathy

I'm so sorry for ruining your everything

But then again

A heartless soul will run you dry

Leave you cold and wave goodbye

And when you cry, I'll be your friend

Never say goodbye

Never whisper the words The End

If it wasn't for you

I would have never had to

Ease the burn from the hurt of the unspoken truth

But once again

A heartless soul will run you dry

Leave you cold and wave goodbye

And when you cry, I'll be your friend

Never say goodbye

Never whisper the words The End

Look, here I am; Here I stand

Just walk in; Just take my hand

But then again, I'm just your friend

Just your friend, until The End

I'll always be your friend

I'm so sorry

The End

Can't Lie

2010-02-09T13:02:00.000-08:00

I can't lie to myself anymore
Pretending that you really care
Cuz when I desperately need you
You're never even there
The comfort of your voice
is all I need to hear
But your voicemail answers
And again, you're nowhere near

I've been faking this smile
concealing my cries of sorrow
But truth be heard,
I'm starting over, starting tomorrow

Unlike you, I can't lie
Unlike you, I damn sure tried
Your true colors are starting to show
And they sure ain't the colors of the rainbow

Perfect Rockin'

2010-02-09T12:56:00.000-08:00

Star studded jacket & leather jeans

She walked through the bar lookin' damn mean

Locked on stare in my direction

Ooh my myy, she's the definition of perfection

Our eyes focused on each other

She gave me a wink, one eye then the other

The corners of her mouth started to smile

Then she puckered her lips & blew me a kiss

She's what I like to call perfect rockin'

My perfect rockin' baby girl

Mmhmm babygirl's rockin' the groove

A groove so smooth, perfect rockin'

Perfect rockin' baby girl

Well, my imagination ran straight to her

Then I coulda swore that I heard her purr

As her icy hands slipped up the shirt on my back

I felt her hot breath warm the skin on my neck

She grabbed me...by the hand

Took me on a trip to her promise land

Of happily-ever-after.. again & again

She's what I call my perfect rockin' woman

Fool's Madness

2010-02-03T21:56:00.000-08:00

Hey there sugar, how are ya doin'?
Excuse my bad memory but what's your name?
Oh, you're here for the show, yeah i'm so glad you came
Hey, wasn't it you about two years ago?
You gave me no faith, told me no hope?
It was right bout then, I turned and walked away
Cuz Iknew we'd meet again down the road someday
So here we are, standing face to face
Oh let me find the right words cuz Igot somethin to say

Imma tell you somethin, somethin real loud
People like you are called bring-me-downs
"Dreams are not to follow, your heart is saying wrong"
Well hunny I didn't listen and before too long
Your jibber-jabberish is the definition
Of a man tryna ruin a woman's ambition
Your negativity were the fighting word
So here's your punch back in the heart, where it hurts
Strike one! You're out! How loud do I have to shout?!
I don't give any second chances
To a man with the words of a Fool's Madness

Here's a chair darlin, oh please take a seat
I'd sure hate to make ya stand on your feet
I'm just tryna be nice so here's a fair warning
You're gonna feel your soul rock til tomorrow morning
I took what ya said, yeah I wrote it down
And now I'm gonna play it for this sold out crowd
What didn't break my heart is your ridiculous opinion
Cuz you create who you are and this is my way of livin

Imma tell you somethin, somethin real loud
People like you are called bring-me-downs
"Dreams are not to follow, your heart is saying wrong"
Well hunny I didn't listen and before too long
Your jibber-jabberish is the definition
Of a man tryna ruin a woman's ambition
Your negativity were the fighting word
So here's your punch back in the heart, where it hurts
Strike one! You're out! How loud do I have to shout?!
I don't give any second chances
To a man with the words of a Fool's Madness

Rant, Rave, Bliss of a Kiss

2010-01-21T15:16:00.000-08:00

The lipstick stain of an embedded kiss, placed so gently upon the sky. Where the sun of gold is falling dark, calling the stars to shine the night.
Like a scattered glitter with a sparkle so silver covering black construction paper. And the rays of the moonlight beam dance throughout my imaginary dream.

Glitter falls from the sky, graces us with its embrace. You sparkle, I twinkle, together we glow. Don't ever let go. Lock me in your arms, throw away the key. Now I wish upon a star, moments like these are for only you and only me.

For your insecurities, I sincerely apologize. Harm is not my name, soon you will realize. Business of mine is not where your nose belongs. Try your time on someone else cuz it's not me who's doing wrong.

Don't let your weakness pull you down to your knees. Keep your back straight and stand tall with pride. For you have no shame, no reason to hide.

Why Time Stands Still

2010-01-12T06:51:00.000-08:00

Time Stands Still only in a photograph

Like hitting pause in the middle of a laugh

You're ready to feel the bounce in your toes

Needing the next beat to pulse into your soul

Dancin' to the feelin' of heart pouding rhythm

A picture only shows a one-second-time-frame

And the groovin' is movin', so damnit, hit play
Capture what's real, show the world how you feel

In that moment where Time Stands Still

Kiss Of An Angel

2010-01-08T19:21:00.001-08:00

After 2 years of an empty feeling and not having complete faith believing in myself or my faith in the Lord, I experienced a wonderful emotion that filled my emptiness. This is what I started writing and my friend Travis helped me with some of the lyrics and added his beautiful voice and guitar to the song.

Written by Meghan "Gem" Stegall & Dalton Travis Gray

I felt the shock wave of a kiss

That came from the lips of an Angel

With delicate lips

She let's me know what love is

With a Heavenly twist

My faith has been tested

But my mind is now rested

My cry of plea

Is now whispered ease

The touch of silence

It was the kiss of an Angel

The kiss of an Angel

She's a soft lift candle

A fire deep inside

She's the roses and wine kind

She's the only tear

That's worth any of my crying

It came from kiss of an Angel

She's strength, she's love

She was sent to me from above

She's the kisss of an angel

Sent from above

I get high on that love

Like a heavenly wind

That blew in from the kiss

That came from the lips of an Angel

The kiss of a Heavenly Angel

A heavenly Angel

The kiss of an Angel

Black and Blue Rain

2010-01-04T15:23:00.001-08:00

This particular song is about letting go of pain. As always, every song of mine can be seen in many different perspectives. Maybe you'll relate? The Black and Blue Rain hurts so bad that it leaves you numb, doesn't allow pain to exist anymore. Black and blue are also colors of bruises and bruises are signs of being hurt. Take it how you will and interpret it from your own perspective.

She runs out the door

And collapsed to her knees.

Throws her head back

And she raised her hands high.

A shower of teardrops

Escape from the sky

And one by one, she feels every sting.

Soaking up her skin, rollin' off her cheeks.

And she cries to the sky

Wash me clean, let it sting

Leave me numb, Oh please, God's Son

Let me feel the pain, I need Black and Blue Rain.

There will always be scars

That remind her of the past.

Memory isn't etch-a-sketch easy.

Shake and erase doesn't work on pain.

The only cure is Black and Blue Rain.

And she cries to the sky

Wash me clean, let it sting

Leave me numb, Oh please, God's Son

Let me feel the pain, I need Black and Blue Rain

The blackest blue he gave her

Would be the last damn time

Cuz now she's six feet under

Walls of stone, where her broken bones lay alone.

She's the only angel with tears for cryin'

Cuz everyone needs a little Black and Blue Rain

Drench me in Black and Blue Rain

Rag Doll Me

2009-12-07T05:56:00.000-08:00

Walls of stone as I lay alone, frozen tears escape my eyes, hidden by disguise.

A porcelain doll, no emotion. Shattered on the floor, no longer adored.

Invisible & unseen, broken & mended, no more need for Rag Doll Me.

As you squeeze the last breath from my lungs, I pucker my lips to blow one final kiss.

Someone I Can't Have

2009-11-15T18:39:00.000-08:00

When I feel so alone in the middle of the night

I know we're wrong & it's just not right

But I beg to feel your touch on my skin

Wish you could hold me in your arms again

I miss your body next to mine

Baby just one more time

Wrap me in your arms, hold me all night long

How can a feeling so right be so wrong?

I want to feel you so bad

Why do I need the touch of someone I can't have?

Sometimes I ache for your kiss

It's our passion that I miss

Wrap me in your arms, hold me all night long

How can a feeling so right be so wrong?

I want to feel you so bad

I need the touch of someone I can't have

The someone I can't have

Is someone that I need

I need to feel wanted

But now, baby, I'm haunted

By the way you held me

'Cause your touch is all I need

Wrap me in your arms, hold me all night long

How can a feeling so right be so wrong?

I want to feel you so bad

I need the touch of someone that I can't have.

Oh, I need to feel the touch of someone that I just can't have.

Flows Through My Veins

2009-11-12T04:05:00.000-08:00

On the outside I'm as tough as rock and roll goes.

Lights, camera, action! I can put on a show!

From inside of me, a softness is found, a different sound.

My heart jams to the sound of soul, a groove, the deepness of blues.

My bass keeps me livin', pumpin' the rhythm.

Unless you can feel it, baby, you ain't hearin' my music.

---

Allow the golden warmth

to seep into the greyness

of every crevice

in the dark alleys

and every corner

of the cold and dreary,

heart of wonder.

Meghan's Creative Ramblings

2009-11-10T05:45:00.001-08:00

They always kick themselves later. Maybe not today, tomorrow, or next week. But eventually, it'll catch up to 'em.
Just take a breath and step back for a minute; get a good view. Just let me know what it is I'm supposed to do; I already miss you.
It's called trust, a simple, little word, that sets the solid foundation for which you hope to build on. When you take a jackhammer to it, guess what happens?!
Failure is a choice. The only person that can push our exhausted legs through the finish line of this marathon we call life, is ourself. When your heart beats, it is an involuntary action. Failing is a voluntary action. Do not allow yourself to fall into the dark emptiness we know as failure. Instead, be successful by not allowing yourself to fail.
The light shines through this dark room, showing me a sign of hope, allowing my faith to once again grow. Believe' is seein' and baby, I'm trustin' your lovin'.
Her seams are ripping, falling apart. Needle and thread can't put together the pieces of what's left of her heart.
To blame is a regular, daily occurance in our generation. However, it is only ourselves that can bring change. Take responsibility and take action.
When you're ready to give up, remember how far you have come and how much energy you've put into it. Push a little farther, breathe a little deeper, and take that extra step and you will be content with your outcome.
Glitter falls from the sky, graces us with its embrace. You sparkle, I twinkle, together we glow. Don't ever let go. Lock me in your arms, throw away the key. Now I wish upon a star, moments like these are for only you and only me.
Warning! HIGH VOLTAGE! The electricity from your fingertips lights up my sole!
Let's make something tasty; you be the sugar and I'll be the spice!
Take it slow and hold me close. Where this goes, only we know.
This time, I'm not gonna shelter my heart. I'm not gonna push you away, so here's to a brand new start.
Wounds will eventually heal, with scars to follow, as a reminder of the past. They'll leave a permanent, visible mark of pain and recovery that will remind us of everything we've encountered and overcome.
It is only yourself that allows anyone to mistreat you. You have control of letting someone take advantage and walk all over you. Step up to the plate and take a swing at confidence. Eventually, you will hit a walk-off home run, game winning ball.
Just like the bright green sky, I can see the spark of light in your eyes. Holding you close is keeping us warm. Our love is defined as a thunderstorm.
Step one foot at a time; let's move forward. You don't learn how to walk by moving backwards. Baby steps lead to giant leaps over a matter of time, with practice and patience.
The mystery of life is not knowing what may happen next. The chase for answers is a never ending cycle as each new rising of the Sun brings us another tomorrow. Behind the curtain of insecurity is ourselves. We never know what life may bring and where it may lead us to, but don't be sheltered by the darkness of uncertainty. Enjoy your own mystery novel and look forward to the turning of each new page, every new day.
He didn't handle her carefully, like she told him to. She was a live grenade and he pulled the pin. Of course, he either "threw her away" or "dropped her and ran", just like the rest of the so-called men.
With a green thumb, my broken heart blues have come and gone. My weeds are all pulled and my flowers are beginning to bloom. The garden of disaster is now lively with happiness. All it took was ripping the roots, tossing out the old, planting the new, replacing the past, and enjoying new laughs.
Create a disaster and smile while doing it. They're looking for a change to talk, so let them talk about your beautiful catastrophe.

Change.

2009-11-10T05:35:00.000-08:00

To blame is a regular, daily occurance in our generation. We cannot stand the thought of admitting our own wrongs or the feeling of negative perspective from others. Instead of accepting and trying to change the bad habits and qualities of ourselves, we lay the blame on everything and everyone else. Change is not inevitable; it is simply over-looked. If we all take a step back and look at the big picture, I believe change is possible, and most importantly, needs to happen.

"Others don't like us for who we are, so shame on them," is a much too common thought among young adults. By no means am I trying to persuade everyone to make a 360 degree change of who they are. However, what is it, what qualities, about us, lead other to not want to be around us? It could be a habit of telling small lies thta seem like no big deal to us, but perhaps your tall tales have led others to believe they cannot trust you. Friendship is an important part of our lives and with friendship, comes trust. The only person who can change this flaw is yourself. Blaming others is an easy excuse that leads you to a dead end road.

The way we perceive others is the same way they see us. Noone wants to be around a high school drop-out that can't seem to maintain a job and always needs to borrow money. Being successful amounts to being a likeable person. Change your bad habits and invest your time in becoming successful.

However, do not duck your head under the covers and let everybody walk all over you. Stand up for what you believe in with your head held high. Letting others take advantage of you is noone else's fault but yours. Confidence is attractive; it is a trait that we all look for in peers and relationships. Also, admitting we are wrong shows that we do not hold too much pride. Respect is gained when respect is given.

--Meg