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I Used To Be A Songwriter, Part Two

Posted by on Oct 27, 2010

Yesterday was the first day of three where I’m sharing my former attempted life as a songwriter. What I didn’t mention yesterday is that my songs normally took on one of two themes. One was metaphysical couched in shadowy language, like yesterday. Two was love songs, mainly unrequited love, but every once in awhile straight up love songs.

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This first song today is neither of those. It’s partially a true song. My sophomore year in college was the first time I knew anyone who had passed away. Her name was Carol, and we didn’t know it early on but she was troubled. She was also very talented, and played the piano for the choir that year. She attempted suicide twice; the second time she succeeded. None of us knew what to say to her to help at the time; she was actually older than all of us, starting college late. Years later, I was thinking about her one night, and wrote this song about her. I never had a crush on her, but she was one of our gang, so to speak, and she was always very nice to me; I just wish, like everyone else, that we could have known what we could do for her.

The Last One She Touched

Funny I remember the curve of her face
The smile as wide as the sea
The beauty so great, the charm of a doll
The lovely Carol Lee, Carol Lee

Carol was raised in a northeastern town surrounded with love and affection
She never was unhappy and never was scared for she had friends and family for protection
Whomever she touched fell in love with her
And everyone was touched, this I know very well
For the last one she touched was me

Carol was as strong as an autumn breeze, as soft as a kiss on the lips
As cute as a squirrel that sits in the tree, as flowing as the drink that we sip
Whomever she touched fell in love with her
And everyone was touched, this I know very well
For the last one she touched was me

Funny I remember the twinkle in her eye
A heart as big as the sea
But Carol’s no more and I know very well
For the last one she touched was me

Copyright 1986, Sunsets by T. T. Mitchell

This next song doesn’t have a lot of lyrics, but it’s my longest song, coming in at around 9 minutes. I wanted to write a long composed piece, reminiscent of Elton John’s song Tonight. In my mind, it was the signature piece of my entire collection called Seasons, which was my first copywritten collection.


Another soul is being born
The cycle of life, beginning and end it’s all the same
The rain, the heat, the snow, the cold
Why does it go on, what made the seasons start?

The April showers wash away the stale and the gray
The beautiful May flowers hide the trash and the decay
Nature spawns the young lives but the elders feel it too
And as it warms we see the sun, the clouds in the blue
It’s all so peaceful we really can’t believe
It won’t always be the same, does the beauty have to leave?

Then the skies dim, the winds blow, the rain turns to snow
The trees will sway and the leaves will fray, this middle age our foe
The cold becomes the enemy, no protection for the lea
It’s twilight now and it scares us so for we know what soon will be
Then show and ice and bitter chill, it’s winter by and large
The last step of a life has finally taken charge
Throughout the course of history we see the seasons win
Isn’t it comforting to know that the seasons start again?

Copyright 1983, Seasons by T. T. Mitchell

The final song here, as I decided to do 3 this time, is one of those pure love songs. I’d had this crush on this young lady I went to college with, and I wrote a few songs for and about her. This is part of the Seasons collection, and what I did was actually write all the titles I wanted for the collection before I wrote the songs, to make sure the collection covered every season at least once. Now that’s composing! Oh yeah, I never told her I had a crush on her; too bad…

Autumn Sunsets

Hello, I’m glad that you came to talk to me
Today, this may sound strange but I’ve got to ask
Did you ever know I loved you
You don’t have to be scared to say no
But I don’t believe that you never felt a thing for me
Don’t try to make me believe
We were young, it may not have seemed so at the time
So far away from home, but I knew what I wanted then
It’s not so different from now, and I’m not afraid to say anymore
It’s time to even the score
One of us has gotta say we need each other every day
Autumn sunsets come too soon

I go back to the time I first saw you
Your eyes were so dark, and I wondered what the mind beheld
Deep within those pools of thought
I knew that there was something in your soul
And to this day I believe that we formed a mental bond
Hope I’m not the only one
So I’ll say I’m not sure if this is love
But I care for you more than I ever have for anyone
I want to be with you now, and if forever’s more than I ever thought
Your love is all I want
One of us has gotta say we need each other every day
Autumn sunsets come too soon

I want to be with you now, and if forever’s more than I ever thought
Your love is all I want
One of us has gotta say we need each other every day
Autumn sunsets come too soon.

Copyright 1983, Seasons by T. T. Mitchell

That’s two days down; one more to go, and of course two more stories. Meanwhile here’s the link to part one and here’s the link to part three

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Karen Cruz:

Wow Mitch I am impressed. Just reading the the story behind “The Last One She Touched” touched me. You write beautifully I might add and am jealous now :)So did you ever intend to sing the songs you wrote or were they up for grabs for your favorite singer?

October 27th, 2010 | 11:11 AM

Karen, I never had any intention on becoming a singer, even though my voice coach in college wanted me to (he also wanted me to learn German and Italian and sing only operatic pieces; that wasn’t happening lol). There were some songs I wrote specifically for certain artists voices such as Lionel Richie, who was big then, but most of the time I just wrote whatever came to my mind.

October 27th, 2010 | 11:18 AM

You are one talented guy Mitch. The first poem is so moving. Thanks for sharing. They are all so different but beautiful in their own unique way.
Patricia Perth Australia

October 27th, 2010 | 10:51 AM

Thanks Pat. I like to think I had some diversity in my music, although my wife sometimes begs to differ. lol

October 27th, 2010 | 11:17 AM

Again, I would like to commend you for heartfelt prose, Mitch. I particularly like the first song you have here. Looking forward to reading more. 🙂

– Wes –

October 27th, 2010 | 8:55 PM

Thanks Wes; one more day. 😉

October 27th, 2010 | 11:51 PM

Definitely you are talented, I like much more your artwork that all the garbage that is coming out of MTV. I guess, young people don’t know what to listen. We were blessed by good music in the past, not like now.

October 28th, 2010 | 6:49 AM

Ah, young people listen to what’s out there, just like we did when we were young. I never could understand why people loved 60’s music when I was a child of the 70’s, and now I fully understand.

October 28th, 2010 | 11:22 AM