Reminisce

verse 1
There was a corner lot,
a house two stories high,
And a river flowing,
North nearby.
There were mossy oaks,
and palm trees tall.
There was a big duck pond,
right inside the mall!

chorus
Where is that place,
We used to know?
If we could go back,
No doubt, we’d go.
So let’s close our eyes,
and reminisce.
of that place and time,
So many of us miss.

verse 2
There were ten-speed bikes,
and roller skates,
We spent hours making,
New mixed tapes.
We played kick-the-can,
until after dark.
We explored the creek,
winding through Boone park.

chorus
Where is that place,
We used to know?
If we could go back,
We would surely go.
So let’s close our eyes,
and reminisce…..
of that place and time,
So many of us miss.

verse 3
Our makeup ran,
when we’d trick-or-treat.
We lifted up our masks,
to release the heat.
You could smell the ground,
right after rain,
In the distance we,
could hear a train.

Bridge
Those Florida seasons “changed”
With hardly any sign,
Except for the snow that fell,
in 1989.
Right now we crave,
those precious memories,
Like Woolworth’s counter,
Where we ate grilled cheese.

outro
So let’s close our eyes,
and reminisce……
Those were the good ole days…..
All 80s children miss.

Remember James

verse 1
James was a grown man
just trying to survive.
He lived life on his own terms
at the age of 65.

He made a buck when he needed to
with some tools and his two hands,
He’d sip a beer with his conscious clear,
As a proud American.

(full band instrumental)

verse 2
James was a small man,
100 pounds… if he was wet.
A mouth full of rotting teeth,
Still he’d light up a cigarette.

His attitude was that life was good
with a roof over his head.
He didn’t care that the floors were bare
Callin home a backyard shed.

chorus
You can take it from James
that… life will change
and you’ll think you’ve got it rough
But if you trust in the Lord,
and gratitude is stored
then you’ll still have just enough.
Believe it or not,
that stuff you’ve got…
can all go up in flames.
And I’m telling you boys,
fire destroys…
and if it does —
just remember James.

verse 3
James was a poor man,
with a rich man’s attitude.
He rode a bike and he cruised around
Stopping off to get some food.

He’d make a joke about being broke
Still he always had a smile.
A simple man, doing what he can
Being joyful was his style.

chorus
You can take it from James,
that… life will change
and you’ll think you’ve got it rough
But if you trust in the Lord,
and gratitude is stored
then you’ll still have just enough.
Believe it or not,
that stuff you’ve got…
can all go up in flames.
And I’m telling you boys,
fire destroys…
and if it does —
just remember James.

verse 4
James was a flawed man,
and humble to his core.
No matter what cards were dealt him
He knew one thing for sure
God made him to always
get back up for more!

These Years

verse 1
Some little girls
like quiet games.
Some little girls
play school.
Some little girls
stay neat and clean
and follow every rule.

verse 2
Some little girls
are loud and yell.
Some little girls
play rough.
Some little girls
pretend to fly
because swinging
is not enough.

chorus
Then little girls
become grown up girls
Moving on to complexity,
But every grown up girl
misses her younger years,
The less complicated times,
and being free.

verse 3
Some grown up girls
like going out,
Some grown up girls
like to nest.
Some grown up girls
focus on their careers
climbing ladders and invest.

chorus
Then grown up girls
become mid-life girls
moving on to caring less.
But all the mid-life girls
Long for their grown up self
A special time they all confess.

bridge
So ladies don’t neglect these years
You might move forward, but can’t go back.
Make memories that will age with you,
So all those good times….
You can unpack.

This Club No Longer Cares

Words by c.c. Snowden, music and vocals by Songer

For us it has been
a long, winding road—
of hormones shifting,
often ready to explode.

Our weight has gone up,
our feet have spread wide,
and volcanic hot flashes
burn us up inside.

So please excuse us
while we make this claim:
we no longer care,
and we feel zero shame.

We don’t care that
our outfits don’t match.
We don’t care if
pet hair is attached
We don’t care who
spots all of our chin hairs
Observations not needed—
this club no longer cares.

Our brains will forget things,
get muddled and confused.
We’ll search for our glasses
already in use.

We’ll cry at commercials,
then laugh at a reel—
this rollercoaster madness
is perimenopause’s deal.

So please excuse us
while we make this claim:
we no longer care,
we feel zero shame.

We don’t care that
our dark hair turned grey.
We don’t care if
our wrinkles are on display.
We don’t care who
is giving us some stares.
Opinions not needed—
this club no longer cares.

Our faces are honest;
we can’t mask a thought.
So we’ll fake our agreement
and pray that we’re not caught.

We are tired and we’re cranky
Just give us a little space.
Once this phase is over,
You will feel our warm embrace.

Dr. Phil

You’re an ole country boy,
you like to say,
When guests write in
to appear on your stage.

They seek solutions,
attention, sometimes fame,
But you cut straight through
and tell it to them plain.

They bring their conflict
while searching for peace,
They carry denial,
yet hope for release.

They bring excuses,
still longing to heal,
From bitterness and burdens
too heavy to conceal.

Chorus
Put down your phones,
turn off all the noise,
For a few minutes—
be good girls and boys.
Life may feel steady,
not rocky or uphill,
But sooner or later,
we all need Dr. Phil.

They’ll beg for guidance,
but resist the truth,
They’ll be right fighters,
in spite of the proof.
Pointing fingers,
condemning their kin,
Until you ask softly,
“How’s that working out for them?”

Chorus
Put down your phones,
turn off all the noise,
For a few minutes—
be good girls and boys.
Life may feel steady,
not rocky or uphill,
But sooner or later,
we all need Dr. Phil.




** Turned into a song using Songer 👇

Lyrics* © c.c. Snowden 2025

Freedom

“What does freedom mean?”
she asked her mom,
with little eyes
so bright and wide.
“It means resting well
after games and fun,
so you can grow
with peace inside.”

“Why does it matter, though?”
she asked her dad,
with curious ears
that loved to hear.
“It matters so
we can be ourselves,
and live our lives
with less to fear.”

“How did we get it then?”
she asked them both,
her tiny heart,
growing up a notch.
“It took brave people,”
they both agreed,
“who chose to serve,
inspire, and stand watch.”

Then their little girl turned
and looked outside,
at the flag flying in the yard.
And then it clicked,
In her innocent soul,
That it’s not just soldiers,
Who protect and stand guard.

Freedom belongs to everyone,
Caring enough
to make that choice.
From the littlest folks,
to the oldest ones,
Unafraid to use their voice.
© c.c. Snowden 2025 *  RIP Charlie Kirk *

Poem turned into a song using Songer

College Football

When the headlines of the day,
Overwhelm you with dismay.
Hang in there, because on the way…
Is college football!

If you’re bored with every show,
And being cautious with your cash flow.
Just stay home and drink Merlot,
Raise a glass to football!

When you’re ready for changing seasons,
And love fall best for many reasons.
Figure out what jeans to squeeze in…
For GameDay Football!

If you’re skilled and like to cook,
And like to Pinterest for a new look.
Combine the app and your address book,
Part-plan for football!

Last Man Standing


He was the last man standing,
With five decades on the slide.
Just a Simple Man on big stages,
With his hometown full of pride.
A survivor of that plane crash,
That forever changed the band.
Why some were taken and some sparred,
No living person will understand.
But their legacy and their lyrics,
Like fresh waters in a drought.
Keep feeding generations,
that’s what great music’s all about.
From the Westside of the city,
To the best side in the clouds.
Lynyrd Skynyrd is still jamming
for the mortal and heavenly crowds.
Please serenade us
when we get there,
On that guitar the way you do.
Mr. Rossington –
You’re a legend, and we all salute you!


The Dad

“The Dad”

I have heard your stories,
a thousand times.
Of big business deals,
and some childhood crimes.
Still I love to listen,
and drink them up,
Like cold margaritas,
salt and fresh limes.
We have been on trips,
and seen so much.
like distant beaches,
national parks and such.
Thieves could steal,
my every souvenir.
But the memories made,
they cannot touch.
Our amazing God
created life,
without blueprints
or a sketchpad.
And everything he made
is  wonderful,
But I’m most grateful for…
The Dad.
Your hair is white
mine is turning grey,
And I am more aware now
of every passing day.
I guess there is wisdom
in that old cliche…
Don’t blink an eye,
because time slips away.
Our amazing God
created life,
without blueprints
or a sketchpad.
And everything he made
is  wonderful,
But I’m forever grateful
you’re my dad.

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