"I Struggle and Fight"

"I Struggle and Fight"

I struggle real hard and I fight; now I'm down to my last mite

Not sure if there will be enough, for the kids to eat it's been pretty rough

But we plod along even though it looks dour, we can always make bread with a little flour

Vitamins and nutrients is what we need, so vegetable soup is what we'll feed

In times like these I'm usually frank; we may just have to use the food bank

We can cut off the cable and maybe the phone, of course all the kids will probably moan

Things were great when times were good; we always had lots of food

I said to my spouse, don't worry honey, a new job will happen that will make us money

Haven't had any works now for a little while, sometimes it wants to steal your smile

But I'll play guitar as I struggle along, yes, maybe I'll write another song

Please don't write me and ask if it's true, I know that this is what most folks do

We will always make do with what we have; somehow I don't think that we will starve

The economy's bad as we all know, but people are still on the go

The best things in life are just not free; things will turn around just wait and see

Even though we desperately need money, it's a nice warm day and the sky is sunny

In our family though we still have love, I think we'll pray tonight to God above

Written by Chris Turner

February 9, 2016

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Musicians

Musicians

"Musicians are some of the most driven, courageous people on the face of the earth. They deal with more day-to-day rejection in one year than most people do in a lifetime. Every day, they face the financial challenge of living a freelance lifestyle, the disrespect of people who think they should get real jobs, and their own fear that they'll never work again. Every day, they have to ignore the possibility that the vision they have dedicated their lives to be a pipe dream. With every note, they stretch themselves, emotionally and physically, risking criticism and judgement. With every passing year, many of them watch as the other people their age achieve the predictable milestones of normal life…the car, the family, the house, the nest egg. Why? Because musicians are willing to give their entire lives to a moment…to that melody, that lyric, that chord, or that interpretation that will stir the audience's soul. Musicians are beings who have tasted life's nectar in that crystal moment when they poured out their creative spirit and touched another's heart. In that instant, they were as close to magic, God, and perfection as anyone could ever be. And in their own hearts, they know that to dedicate oneself to that moment is worth a thousand lifetimes."……….David Ackert, LA Times.

Homeless on the street (Video)

 Homeless on the street (Video)

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"Making Pizza Tonight"

"Making Pizza Tonight"


Putting my culinary skills to good use.

Making homemade pizza.
mmmm  mmmm

Just working on chords for a new song.

Just working on chords for a new song.

Should have it finished tonight. 

It's called: "Sitting under the Neon Sign"

I wrote it back in 2013.

Here are the lyrics for the first verse and chorus.

1st verse:                                  

Staying at home was all I had; I always thought that it stunk

                                      

So I thought I’d take a hike and leave, and I got really drunk

                             

I was glad to get away from my old man; all he ever did was moan

                                     

I said I can’t handle it anymore; I’m going out on my own

Chorus

                                         

Here I am in the big bright city under the neon sign

                          

It tells me now what life’s about that everything will be just fine

                                  

It sends a message to my soul you have to keep pushing on

                                  

I’m sitting under the neon sign not knowing what’s going on

Where are you Lord?

Where are you Lord?

Why can’t I feel your presence Lord you seem so far away?

Not able to feel you close to me especially when I pray

Even as I write these words I’m hoping that you’ll see

To feel your presence is what I want it would mean the world to me

I’m feeling that I’m in a prison, trying so hard to break out

I’m grabbing to the bars that hold me, trying to figure what life’s about

Hemmed in by life, I’m feeling trapped just like a spiritual game

I feel like, I’m incarcerated, being jailed now for my shame

I’m feeling confined, I’ve been trying to get out, I’m making plans to escape

Nevertheless, I know that there’s a barrier as my life has to be reshaped

The problems seem big, the walls are so high, and I know I can’t get out

I huddle in a corner within my mind, eyes closed I scream, and shout

There’s always something in life where I go astray and know that I’m doing wrong

Reading the bible I find a verse it condemns me all day long

No matter what I do, nothing ever seems right, that is, when it comes to God

When He sees my sin and watches my life He knows I am a sod

I’ve prayed to God asking many things but an answer it does not come

Yet He promises in His word, that He would give me anything, if I only ask through His son

When I pray to God whose up in the Heavens it makes me feel pretty small

God turns His head and looks away as my prayers bounce off the walls

                 I’m just not able to penetrate, to get through to God’s own heart

It’s been like that for many years now, right from the start

However, there you sit on Heavens Throne never worrying about a thing

I only wish that you would care and try to look past my sin

I know dear Lord that there’s nothing else, as my life begins to stray

I realize that I’m nothing to you but just a piece of clay

I know dear God your word tells me, you’re the potter and I’m the clay

I’ve always prayed that you would mould me and make use of me one day

You’re probably sitting up in heaven just thinking I’m being too bold

You think I’m feeling sorry for myself because I’m getting old

However Lord the truth is, I’m feeling tired, exhausted as I pray

Hoping one day that you’ll bend your ear and hear me Lord today

Every day I always feel, just a glimmer of hope, yes, maybe this will be the day

That you will turn your face towards me and finally hear my plea, as I lift my hands to pray

It’s been many years now Lord since I’ve followed you and I’ve called you Lord ever since

Please show me Lord that you are there, just give me a little glimpse

Written by Chris Turner

April 12^th, 2013