Song 1 written by Morgan Johnston for February Album Writing Month 2023!

You miss your sister from across the room
Forget that she might be feeling lonely too
What if you told her those thoughts and let them out?

You don’t notice when your friend sends a text
See the word love then leave it unread
What if you heard her thoughts and let them in

There was love to begin with
There’ll be love in the end
Your job is the middle
Spend it with family and friends

You spend all your days moping around
Even your guitar misses your touch
What if you took those thoughts and sang them out?

You see only scars when you look at your palm
Neglecting you’re the one you’ll spend this life with
What if you had those mean thoughts then just let them be

There was love to begin with
There’ll be love in the end
Your job is the middle
Spend it with family and friends

Let there be love love love
Let there be love love love
For all life’s pain
Let there be love
...

"There’ll Be Love" demo

Song 2 written by Morgan Johnston for February Album Writing Month 2023

You don’t blame the bread for not rising
When the yeast was already expired

You don’t blame the flower for not blooming
When there weren’t enough nutrients in the soil

But you blame yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know
Before you learned it

You don’t blame the car for not starting
When the battery’s run out of juice

You don’t blame the guitar for being out of tune
When it got left out in the cold

But you blame yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know
Before you learned it

You don’t blame the pen for not writing
When it’s ink has been all used up

You don’t blame the child for crying
When they skipped a nap that day

But you blame yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know
Before you learned it

So the next time that you blame yourself for the bread not rising
For the flower not blooming
For the car not starting
And the next time that you blame yourself for the guitar (being) out of tune
For the pen not writing
For the child crying

I hope you knead the bread,
Fertilize the soil
Charge the car battery
Bring the guitar out from the cold
Refill the pen
Sing the child a lullaby
But mostly, yes mostly, have compassion for yourself

"The Blame Game" demo

Song 3 written by Morgan Johnston for February Album Writing Month 2023

"Living Your Craft" demo

Written and performed by Morgan Johnston for February Album Writing Month 2023

Jealousy (demo)

All Or Nothing (demo)

What You Want To Hear

Snowflakes (demo)

I’d Write You A Song (demo)

Written and Performed by Morgan Johnston for February Album Writing Month 2023

Who I Am Now (demo)

"Flora And Fauna" Morgan Johnston

I hope you will find this song a Treat, because it is no Trick that I finished writing this just in time for Halloween...

"The Waltz"

Verse 1
And while they will tell you he had no spine
He waltzed with the ladies divine
Spinning them round the ballroom floor
Just tricking the turning time

Verse 2
And while the autumnal air had graced
The castle few weeks ago
The heat and the musty air inside
Bred wallowing women and wine

Verse 3
And while by the time he took her hand
The heat should have given her glow
The closer he drew her into him
The more her doll features feigned flesh

Verse 4
And while all he whispered their fourth dance
Was “join me, I need some air”
That single white lie beneath the blue moon
was enough for any man to make madness

Verse 5
And while they were hidden behind the wall
His intent she quickly found out
But, ladylike, she took time to weigh
Thinking her hesitation harmless

Verse 6
And while she had moved with grace all night
She now pulled back with a jolt
Her heart catching on his sleeve pocket
With a writhing rip of regret

Verse 7
And while the knife that he held so close
Had never betrayed him before
Her porcelain frame now all that remains
Of that wonderous waltz with one misstep

Verse 8
And while to the ball he did return
His new tunic fresh and pressed
The guilt that he wore was as plain to see
As the crippling crimson of crime

Verse 9
For while his old charm drew a lady in
The room spun more than they did
Waltzing so suddenly out of time
He was bracing the balcony breathless

Verse 10
And while like the line of a song like such
One must look down to know what is next
Those women and men wish they never did
At the sight of his splintering spine,
The sight of his splintering spine,
The sight of his splintering spine

Morgan Johnston

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