A LYRICAL EXERCISE
As part of Owen's efforts to take The College Chronicles from the "page to the stage," she penned two sets of lyrics and had former, rock star students turn them into songs.
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A Note about “Skip Lines”:
It’s the opening lines of the novel, a philosophy of living, and now—thanks to the incredible talents of Keon Masters—it’s a song.
SKIP LINES
Lyrics by Kelly Owen
Musical Magic by Keon Masters
Stepping through those gates,
Where my future waits.
Not knowing what I’ll find,
But I’ve got a wide, open mind.
Professor says to leave some space—
if I want to find my place
in this crowded crazy life
of love and hate.
Life’s a course
and love’s a force,
so take your time . . .
Just give yourself some space
and SKIP LINES . . .
So much in my mind,
That I struggle to find—
a world I want to see,
takes it all from me.
Surviving all the madness,
and working through the sad,
All will be fine
when I—Skip Lines.
Life’s a course
and love’s a force,
so take your time.
Just give yourself some space
and Skip Lines.
Just give yourself some space
and Skip Lines.
If I want to make the most of my time - Skip Lines
If I want to make the most of my time - Skip Lines
Professor says to leave space—
if I want to find my place
in this crowded crazy life
of love and hate.
Life’s a course
and love’s a force,
so take your time . . .
Just give yourself some space
and Skip Lines.
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Lyrics
Months before the novel’s publication, I approached John about taking the lyrics in Chapter 20 and recording the song. He wholeheartedly accepted the offer, and what he delivered is beyond what I imagined. Hope you enjoy this earworm.
Sam Morgan - Bass
Adam Williams - Drums
Produced and Mixed by Sam Morgan
Mastered by Ken "Grand" Lanyon
STRUMMIN'
Lyrics by Kelly Owen
Musical Magic by John Shields
In my darkness, trying to write a song,
Words somehow fail me, it all goes wrong.
Oh I suffer for my passion, it’s true I need the muse,
I hope that she’ll come back soon,
But it’s just no use.
At the moment, I wanna give up
And quit this dream,
But then I pick up my guitar
And then my heart comes clean—
In memories of you, I strike the right key—
For a moment in sound I want you to see.
When the world’s too much
And I just can’t pull through,
I get by, just strummin’
To the rhythm of the thoughts of you.
I try but I cannot explain it,
No, the mystery is strong,
And I cannot be without you, oh for very long.
When the world’s too much
And I just can’t pull through
I get by, just strummin’
To the rhythm of the thoughts of you.
Our friction gives life to my lines;
They flow best in our trying times.
If the miles keep us apart, the pain’s too much—
Let your soul feel my touch.
When the world’s too much,
and you think we’re through,
Just know I’m always
Strummin’ to the rhythm of the thoughts of you.