I had an idea for a fun group challenge - a group collaboration.  The idea is that each person add two lines to the lines that already exist.  There is no title yet, intentionally - hopefully, as the lyrics would progress, a title (or hook) would come to someone.  There is no storyline yet as well, also intentionally.  I thought we could all have some fun brainstorming on this one, to see what we come up with. If someone has a great idea for a chorus, go ahead and supply the two lines, but make sure that you let everyone else know that those two lines are the beginning of the chorus.


If you come up with two lines to add to the existing lyrics, copy and paste the existing lyrics into a new reply, and add your two lines.  You can add more than 2 lines to the overall effort, but after adding your two lines, allow someone else to contribute the next couple lines. 


Maybe this will work, maybe it won't.  Maybe I've taken leave of my senses (wouldn't be the first time - LOL!)  Sometimes it's hard enough with just two people collaborating, LOL. This is the first time that something like this has ever been attempted on SongRamp in its 14 year history (that I'm aware of) so let's see what we can do and see what happens. Although it's a challenge, we may surprise ourselves, and make this a SongRamp first!  


I'll start it off with two lines that kind of popped into my head. 


With the holidays right around the corner, maybe we could make this a holiday themed song?  Just an idea. 


It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab 


 

Larry Formolo
#1

It was a cold night in Nashville


As she stepped out of the cab


Free spirit, hiding from life


An angel in olive drab.

Gwyneth Rose Bradley
#2

 


Love this idea Dale, and great pick up Larry. Okay I'll add my 2c hehehe.


 


It was a cold night in Nashville


As she stepped out of the cab


Free spirit, hiding from life


An angel in olive drab.


Sat on a bench in Bradley Park


Waiting for sunrise in the dark

Larry Formolo
#3

It was a cold night in Nashville


As she stepped out of the cab


Free spirit, hiding from life


An angel in olive drab.



Sat on a bench in Bradley Park


Waiting for sunrise in the dark


Knowing the odds weren't good today


Still, hoping that things were gonna change

John Westwood
#4

It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.


Sat on a bench in Bradley Park
Waiting for sunrise in the dark
Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change


"You've given good service" She'd heard them say
But what  good was that  when she  looked at yesterday


Carl B
#5

It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.


 


Sat on a bench in Bradley Park
Waiting for sunrise in the dark
Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change


 


"You've given good service" She'd heard them say
But what  good was that  when she  looked at yesterday


Suddenly her thoughts began to race


As a line of sweat ran down her face


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

Skipp Gooley
#6

It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.


 


 


 


Sat on a bench in Bradley Park
Waiting for sunrise in the dark
Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change


 


 


 


"You've given good service" She'd heard them say
But what  good was that  when she  looked at yesterday


 


Suddenly her thoughts began to race


As a line of sweat ran down her face


She'd never faced the world alone


And now she was so far from home



Carl B
#7

It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.




 Sat on a bench in Bradley Park


Waiting for sunrise in the dark
Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change




 


"You've given good service" She'd heard them say

But what  good was that  when she  looked at yesterday


Suddenly her thoughts began to race

As a line of sweat ran down her face




 


She'd never faced the world alone


And now she was so far from home



So she picked up her backpack

Heading east across the tracks
Tracy Hutchison
#8

Chorus?


She was a Nashville honey


no room no car no money


 


Ok I got four more lines before I could stop then I remembered the rules :D


 

Skipp Gooley
#9

(I think one person should write the chorus, seeing as it's usually a "train of thought") ((just a suggestion))

Carl B
#10

I agree with Skipp.  The chorus might then be stronger as it's one writer's stream of thoughts.


Dale you started us off. What do you think?   : )


 


I'm good either way. 

Tracy Hutchison
#11

Ahh but someone else may come up with a direction I didn't think of.  That's the beauty of these things.  :)

Dale Crockett
#12

Having the Chorus done by just one person works for me.  Go for it!  

Tracy Hutchison
#13

Ok here's the rest of it.  Keep it or sweep it.


 


she came to town to make the rounds


belting out that Country sound


thinking stardom could be found


but all that getting knocked around


put her feet back on the ground

Tracy Hutchison
#14

Or this could replace some lines and be more repetative 


 


She was a Nashville honey


no room no car no money

Tracy Hutchison
#15

Or someone could come up with something entirely different :)

Carl B
#16

It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.






 Sat on a bench in Bradley Park


Waiting for sunrise in the dark
Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change






 "You've given good service" She'd heard them say
But what  good was that  when she  looked at yesterday


Suddenly her thoughts began to race
As a line of sweat ran down her face






 


 


She'd never faced the world alone


And now she was so far from home
So she picked up her backpack


Heading east across the tracks


 


 


She came to town to make the rounds


Belting out that Country sound


Thinking stardom could be found


But all that getting knocked around


 


 


Bags in one hand, guitar in the other


Approached by a man who said he was her brother

Skipp Gooley
#17

It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.




Sat on a bench in Bradley Park



Waiting for sunrise in the dark


Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change




 "You've given good service" She'd heard them say


But what  good was that  when she  looked at yesterday



Suddenly her thoughts began to race


As a line of sweat ran down her face


She'd never faced the world alone


And now she was so far from home


 


So she picked up her backpack


Heading east across the tracks



She came to town to make the rounds


Belting out that Country sound


Thinking stardom could be found


But all that getting knocked around



Bags in one hand, guitar in the other


Approached by a man who said he was her brother


He said "You may not know it but our lives are entwined"


Then he offered her a swig of his wine

Carl B
#18

It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.






Sat on a bench in Bradley Park


Waiting for sunrise in the dark


Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change






 "You've given good service" She'd heard them say


But what  good was that  when she  looked at yesterday

Suddenly her thoughts began to race


As a line of sweat ran down her face

 


 


 


She'd never faced the world alone


And now she was so far from home

 So she picked up her backpack


Heading east across the tracks






 


She came to town to make the rounds


Belting out that Country sound

Thinking stardom could be found


But all that getting knocked around

 


 


 


Bags in one hand, guitar in the other


Approached by a man who said he was her brother

He said "You may not know it but our lives are entwined"


Then he offered her a swig of his wine

 


 


 


She was skeptical at first


But she really had a thirst


 

Tracy Hutchison
#19

Looks like it didn't paste right and my fix didn't take.


It should have read:


she came to town to make the rounds


belting out that Country sound


thinking stardom could be found


but all that getting knocked around


put her feet back on the ground

Tracy Hutchison
#20

SO...altogether it's (too long?)


She was a Nashville honey


no room no car no money


she came to town to make the rounds


belting out that Country sound


thinking stardom could be found


but all that getting knocked around


put her feet back on the ground

Tracy Hutchison
#21

Sorry for any confusion caused by my inherent ineptitude.

Skipp Gooley
#22

You think you're inept Tracy?  Spend a day with me on this thing! LOL!

Carl B
#23

 


Oh, no worries. Come to think of it,  I haven't even been paying attention to meter. This is one big experiment. Love it.  


We can go back and make adjustments if the consensus comes to that.


 


Let me see if I can surgically place Tracy's intended chorus into the stomach of our developing lyric child below.


Is anyone else having trouble with single spacing vs double spacing between lines besides me?   For some reason my  font size doesn't have anything to do with single vs double spacing.   Watch I bet ya' it's somethin' real simple.


 


Anyway   I hope this looks OK.   Woo!  I hope I haven't confused anybody.  Lol


 


V1


It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.



V2


 Sat on a bench in Bradley Park


Waiting for sunrise in the dark


Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change



V3
"You've given good service" She'd heard them say


But what  good was that  when she  looked at yesterday
Suddenly her thoughts began to race


As a line of sweat ran down her face


 V4


She'd never faced the world alone


And now she was so far from home
So she picked up her backpack


Heading east across the tracks






(Chorus)
She was a Nashville honey



No room no car no money


She came to town to make the rounds

Belting out that Country sound


Thinking stardom could be found

But all that getting knocked around



Put her feet back on the ground

 

V5

Bags in one hand, guitar in the other


Approached by a man who said he was her brother
He said "You may not know it but our lives are entwined"


Then he offered her a swig of his wine


 


V6


 She was skeptical at first


But really had a thirst


 


 


 


 


 

Tracy Hutchison
#24

She got a weird double space


from her copy and paste 


so she made a face


and it looked like this  


  > <


  /---\


But I digress