Freakishly Amazing

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?

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

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

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'

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

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

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.