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  Every Second
by Richard Lee Orey
Friday, January 20, 2012
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My original lyrics in a songwriters contest in San Diego and now a :First draft" vocal soundtrack. What's your opinion:
Any hope to hear this on the radio this year?


                                   Radio station KPRI FM in San Diego has proposed the song title "Every Second" 

                            to the San Diego Songwriters Meetup, the job of its members to write the lyrics 

                            and melody to match.  Of an expected 40 entrants, the winner's performance in 

                            will be broadcast in the station's Sunday evening"Homegrown Hour."



                             I wrote the lyrics for the dark ballad "Every Second" in mid-January, 2012.  Now 

                             in mid-March, 2012, I've just received a "first draft" soundtrack of instrumentation 

                             and vocal by Jim Wright of San Diego County (who says he's working to improve

                             his melody and shorten his vocal closer to 3 minutes total). 

                             

                             What do ya think, Gang?


 


                                           Every Second

                 

                                             Vocal by Jim Wright 

                                                                                               
Lyrics by Richard Lee Orey


 


                                                                                                Introduction

                                                                                                I sit alone in my private cell

                                                                                                Reflecting how it came to be

                                                                                               That I lost the singular love of my life

                                                                                               Who meant the world to me.

                                                                                               Verses

                                                                                             
  We had driven down a lonely coast

                                                                                               The memory now comes in view 

                                                                                                Four in the morning meant nothing to me

                                                                                                My heart yearned only for you

                                                                                                On the beach, we shared a lingering kiss 

                                                                                                Or maybe it was two

                                                                                                My throbbing heart pounding my ears

                                                                                                Your loving all I knew

                                                                                                We held each other, O, so close

                                                                                                Silver waves came crashing down

                                                                                                The moon glow stoking our vibrant love

                                                                                                As we drove on into town

                                                                                                I stopped at the Wasted Bar and Grille

                                                                                                To show off my trophy girl

                                                                                                And a drunken stranger winked at her 

                                                                                                And called her Precious Pearl

                                                                                                He moved in close and stroked her hair

                                                                                                And nuzzled in her space 

                                                                                                There was no doubt in mind for me

                                                                                               To put him in his place




                                                                                                Wild jealousy and anger 

                                                                                                Blocked everything in my head

                                                                                                My raging hot blood took control

                                                                                                And I shot him dead! dead! dead!

                                                                                                 Chorus

                                                                                                 Everything has a price, they say,

                                                                                                 And now I know for sure

                                                                                                 That giving in to jealousy

                                                                                                 Is simply not a cure.

                                                                                                 My life is very short now

                                                                                                 Every Second a cherished amount

                                                                                                One... Two... Three.. I say

                                                                                                 As I struggle not to count



                                                                                               Verses

                                                                                               Well, my Pastor's here to comfort me 

                                                                                               The Warden's coming, too

                                                                                               The Executioner's getting ready

                                                                                               To do what he's paid to do.

                                                                                               They lift me up and on my feet

                                                                                                Chains dragging on the ground

                                                                                                 I pray to God Forgive me, Lord 

                                                                                                In religion I've just found

                                                                                               Chorus

                                                                                               
Everything has a price, they say,

                                                                                               And now I know for sure

                                                                                               That giving in to jealousy

                                                                                               Is simply not a cure.

                                                                                               My life is very short now

                                                                                               Every Second a cherished amount

                                                                                               One... Two... Three...  I say

                                                                                               As I struggle not to count

 

                                                                                                   Bridge Verse 

                                                                                               
They strap me on a T-bone table

                                                                                               With a needle in my vein

                                                                                              The memory of a tragic love

                                                                                               My one and only pain

                                                                                               The juice flows in my body

                                                                                               The Devil says, Hello

                                                                                                I scream my Every Second panic

                                                                                               And then I just let go

                                                                                               Chorus

                                                                                               Everything has a price, they say,

                                                                                                And now I know for sure

                                                                                               That giving in to jealousy

                                                                                                Is simply not a cure

                                                                                                My life is very short now

                                                                                                 Every Second a cherished amount

                                                                                                One... Two... Three... I say 

                                                                                                As I struggle not to count

                                                                                                Coda

                                                                                                 Every Second ends in life

                                                                                                There's nothing to let go

                                                                                                The Devil stands there laughing

                                                                                                 As I nod and say Hello







                                                 



  









 


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Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
Wow.. this is a work of pure excellence, Rchard! I am also a songwriter, so I get you.. and your message is powerful: the man asks forgiveness "in religion he just found" It wasn't sincere, or rooted in Christ. It was just speaking words the pastor led him through... offering him a final opportunity for Salvation.

May everyone who reads it, or hears it - get it: that the Devil is real, too. And without regeneration and forgiveness of sin, man is doomed to eternity in hell... no GOD.. absence of Light. Only torment forever.

I applaud you, my gifted Brother, and also the talents of Jim Wright.
Actually, the tune put me in mind of Hotel California, by the Eagles. Another dark ballad.

Well done, good and faithful servant!

Love & Hugs, Rhonda
Reviewed by Connie Faust
Richard, you should have learned a lesson from Tom Dooley. ("Poor boy, he's bound to die.")
I have no idea how to "hear" this in your voice, as Micki mentioned. However, I thought it was a compelling story, well told. The devil should be crying, though, if you found forgiveness in Christ while waiting on Death Row.
Excellent writing!

Connie
Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
MR. WRIGHT DID A TERRIFIC JOB. iT'S A WINNER!

Richard, this poem (song lyrics) is really wonderful. It is the best you've done. The story grabbed me and kept me enthralled right to the end. I could just vision a man sitting in jail counting those minutes and seconds until he would take that last walk to the death room where he would have his last breath. If this is put to music, it will be a winner. Congratulations on your having written such an excellent write.
Reviewed by Micki Peluso
Wow, Richard, that gave me chills. Your wonderful voice gave it so much power!! I'm changing the ending in my mind--God forgives him. Nice work.

All my best,

Micki
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