Hello everyone.
I wrote a country ballad. It's my first country song, but I had great fun with it, so I don't think it'll be my last.
I'm interested in any and all feedback.
But I'm especially interested in how to move forward with the orchestration and production. Percussion? Strings? Should it not even be piano as the lead instrument, but guitar? I'm after a modern Nashville sound, by the way...
Also, I don't know much about country music (understatement), so I'd be grateful for mentions of relatively recent tracks I could use as references.
Thanks very much!
Matt
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I've been entirely persuaded by the comments below that my first draft was longer than it needed to be. So here's a shortened "radio edit".
https://soundcloud.com/tokenangmoh/maybe-someday-radio-edit***
Maybe Someday Verse 1I remember the first time I saw you
Back at the old county fair.
I was hard to notice, but you were...
Everywhere.
I was too young to know better
In my brother's faded shirt,
So I asked you a foolish question, and you...
You knew the truth would hurt.
Chorus 1So all
You said was maybe,
But all
I heard was yes -
A difference small enough to spend a lifetime lovin',
But big enough to waste it nonetheless.
And all
My years of lovin' you,
They fall
Away like leaves.
Be careful when you're dishin' out the maybes -
Don't give one to a boy who believes.
Verse 2Then it was fifteen years later;
I saw you alone at a dance.
I heard you'd had some heartbreak; I figured,
Now's my chance.
It took me three shots o' the hard stuff
Just to get my nerves to cope,
Then I climbed on up to the gallows, and you...
You handed me the hope.
Chorus 2'Cos all
You said was someday,
But all
I heard was soon -
A distance close enough your fingertips can touch it,
But far enough you're reachin' for the moon.
And all
My years of reachin' out,
They crawl
Away like thieves.
Be careful when you're dishin' out the somedays -
Don't give one to a man who believes
BridgeThat good things come to those who wait -
I always put my trust in fate,
But now the evening's getting late.
And all my nights are heavy with regret,
With dreams I wish I could forget
Of love you didn't give me yet...
CodaAnd all
My wasted yesterdays
Recall
How hope deceives.
Be careful with the maybes and the somedays -
Make sure you never give them to
A man who
Believes.
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