I talked about the 52 Club hosted by Folk School Coffee Parlor a few weeks ago in one of my posts. In a nutshell, songwriters gather every Wednesday evening and sing a tune based off of the previous weeks prompt. At the end of the evening everyone put a word or two idea in a hat and one is pulled out becoming the prompt for the next week's meeting. The word for tonight is "butterscotch".
After a half dozen or so different first verses ideas hitting the dreaded second verse brick wall, this new idea came together. My co writer was the window I stare out of while stuck knee deep in daydreams.........
Nothing Ever Changes But The Truth
Walt Sample
Digging deep for twenty years one mile down
Sweating on my belly below a brow damp roof
Coal train don't run north anymore I'm livin' in a ghost town
Nothing ever changes nothing ever changes but the truth
Talking walking smokestacks spew butterscotch plumes
Amber clouds of promises so sweet so smooth
He'll change that a vote for him will heal all my wounds
Nothing ever changes nothing ever changes but the truth
Empty pockets swimming in a jobless sea
Red white and blue but our numbers two few
My uncle has no room for me on his bouncing knee
Nothing ever changes nothing ever changes but the truth
My uncle has no room for me on his bouncing knee
Nothing ever changes nothing ever changes but the truth
Come on and join us tonight at 6.
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