Spinning Empty Bottles

During my Junior year of high school a lot of things happened. I was sick all the time, and missed a lot of school because of it. Some of my friendships dissipated during this time, some remained the same, some became stronger, and a few new friends came into my life. Over the next year and a half some of those friendships grew immensely, and as we all filtered off to our respective colleges, the transformation to life post-high school life didn't change the way we were. A little while after writing the All for One, during the same summer, I was driving around my hometown and thinking about all the things that had changed and all the things that hadn't changed since highschool. Reminiscing, I started to think about Maggie. Maggie is not a person, but a car. My friend Dereks shitty, banged up, green Mitsubishi Galant, to be exact. So much of the time my friends and I spent together both during and after high school (up until she was sold last summer) took place in little old Maggie. Whether we were driving somewhere specific, our simply cruising around with no destination in mind one thing was certain we were listening to music. We had our own little soundtrack. When one of us was sad, or we needed a good cry, we'd listen to 'When the rain comes' by Third Day. When we wanted to reflect on our friendships and scream at the top of our lungs we would listen to "White Houses" or "Who's to Say" by Vanessa Carlton.... Whatever mood we were in we had a song for it. And those songs remain some of my favorites.

Anyhow. So while I was driving and reflecting and probably not paying enough attention to the road while doing so, the line 'driving around in my friends old mitsubishi, singing along to the radio..' came into my head. The rest of the song came easily after that, and in the end I had a song that desribed those friends and those times. It's one of my favorites.

In My Heart (My friends old Mitsubishi)

Life was so simple just those few years ago
But little did we know
We were carrying the weight of the world
On our shoulders
As we grew older and life began its wear and tear
We started to realize
Just how easy everything was
Just those few years ago

When we were driving around
In my friends old Mitsubishi
Screaming along to the radio
We dreamed big dreams
And we wished upon the stars
And those are the times that live on
In my heart
In my heart
In my heart…

The laughter still rings in my ears
I find myself having the same old fears
It feels like the whole world is speeding past me..
And I’m still 16
An Endless road before me
Great expectations have appeared
As the pressure takes its toll
I sit back and think about those few great years

When we were driving around
In my friends old Mitsubishi
Screaming along to the radio
We dreamed big dreams
And we wished upon the stars
And those are the times that live on
In my heart
In my heart
In my heart…

We made promises
Most of which we did not keep
We laughed until we cried
The future seemed so bright
We went our separate ways
Promising never to forget
But somewhere along the road
Those days began to fade
Somewhere along the road

I try to think back
Back to the times
When I felt so at peace
On thing comes to mind
So I’m singing this song in memory of that

When we were driving around
In my friends old Mitsubishi
Screaming along to the radio
We dreamed big dreams
And we wished upon the stars
And those are the times that live on
In my heart
In my heart
In my heart…


When we were just drivin’ around…..
© Blythe Ann Johnson 2009

A Pleasant Surprise

I've been writing stories and poetry and trying to write songs for as long as I can remember. My passion for it probably came from my mother. My earliest memories are of when she would tell me stories when we were in the car. Sometimes I'd tell her what I wanted them to include, sometimes I would interject and give her my two cents on where they were going, and sometimes I wouldn't say anything at all. I'm sure her storytelling started long before then, but the stories she told me in her beloved suburban are my earliest memories. If it hadn't been for those stories, I don't know if I ever would have started to write my own. And in turn find I had a passion for writing. We'll never know, will we? But to her I am forever thankful.

The first song I ever wrote start to finish is called 'All for One.' I wrote it after my freshman year of college, and it's especially a tribute to three special people in my life who I met that year, and whose trust and friendship allowed me to become the person I am today. The songs came easily after that.

If there's anyone out there reading this. Feel free to comment. The lyrics are simple, I know. But it's their simplicity that makes them easy to relate to. I hope everyone meets people who they can share something like this with. Everyone deserves friends like this.

All For One


Those days have long since come to pass
Not gonna lie they sure did kick our ass
The days were rough
the nights were worse
But soon you could no longer
Feel to hurt

All for one
And one for all
Sure I'll catch you
If you fall
Inside jokes
To last all time
Sure we're bicker
But that's alright
I'll always know what's on your mind
All for one
For all time

When times get rough
I always know
Who to call
To cheer me up
Or bring me back
Down to earth
We may gossip
But it's all in good taste
We may have facebooked ourselves
To early graves
But it made us feel so closer
When we were far away


All for one
And one for all
Sure I'll catch you
If you fall
Inside jokes
To last all time
Sure we're bicker
But that's alright
I'll always know what's on your mind
All for one
For all time

Sometimes it seemed like you just might cry
Sometimes it felt like you just might die
Sometimes it seemed like the road before you
Never ended
But anytime you feel scared
Just reach out a hand
Someone will always be there
Cause what else are we here for?
All for one
What else are we here for?
All for one
What else are we here for?

© Blythe Ann Johnson 2009

Make your own kind of music

To be honest, I don't know why I'm doing this.
I'm pretty sure no one will ever read this. But the chance that someone might, is reason enough for me to justify doing it.
On this blog I will post poems, songs, random rambling incoherent thoughts.... whatever feels right.
Writing is my therapy. The things that I write provide insight into many things, and often reveal things I didn't know I was feeling. I also get this from things other people have written, and I'll sometimes post things that inspire me or make me think.
And maybe someday my words can do the same thing for other people that they have done for me.

That would be nice.