Stephen Rickard

Stephen Rickard

 Fayetteville, Georgia, USA
BandCountry

I am a songwriter looking to pitch songs to Nashville publishers for the purpose of getting a major artist cut.

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Lyrics

It's Hell Growing Old

Written By: Stephen Rickard

IT’S HELL GROWING OLD

GET UP IN THE MORNING TO A NEW PAIN I DON’T RECOGNIZE
AND THE POP IN MY BONES CHECK MY HEARING AS I SLOWLY RISE
HEAD TO THE BATHROOM LIKE I DID AT 10, 2 AND 4
SOMETIMES I DON’T THINK I’LL SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT ANYMORE

STARE IN THE MIRROR AT ALL THE NEW LINES IN MY FACE
WATCHING MY HAIRLINE BACK UP JUST A LITTLE EACH DAY
AND ALL OF A SUDDEN MY ARMS ARE TOO SHORT FOR MY EYES
AND WHY DO THEY MAKE MY TOOTHPASTE AND BEN GAY THE SAME SIZE?

CHORUS
IT’S HELL GROWING OLD, A VICTIM OF TIME
TRYING TO COPE WITH WHAT’S LEFT OF MY MIND
WALK IN A ROOM, FORGET WHY I CAME
MY BODY TELLS ME WHEN IT’S GONNA RAIN
AND I DISAGREE, WITH THOSE WHO BELIEVE
THESE DAYS ARE GOLD…IT’S HELL GROWING OLD

LOOKING BACK TRYING TO RECALL WHEN I WENT OUT OF STYLE
AND I ONLY OWN ABOUT 50 PERCENT OF MY SMILE
AND EACH TIME I LEARN SOMETHING NEW SOMETHING OLD GOES AWAY
AND MY GLASSES AND KEYS SEEM TO PLAY HIDE AND SEEK EVERYDAY

CHORUS
IT’S HELL GROWING OLD, A VICTIM OF TIME
TRYING TO COPE WITH WHAT’S LEFT OF MY MIND
WALK IN A ROOM, FORGET WHY I CAME
MY BODY TELLS ME WHEN IT’S GONNA RAIN
AND I DISAGREE, WITH THOSE WHO BELIEVE
THESE DAYS ARE GOLD…IT’S HELL GROWING OLD

BRIDGE
THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO DO, AND THINGS THAT I’M ABLE TO
SUDDENLY DON’T COINCIDE
BUT MY HEART KEEPS BELIEVING, MY MIND KEEPS DECEIVING
AND ALL THAT I’VE DAMAGED SO FAR IS MY PRIDE

CHORUS
IT’S HELL GROWING OLD, A VICTIM OF TIME
TRYING TO COPE WITH WHAT’S LEFT OF MY MIND
WALK IN A ROOM, FORGET WHY I CAME
MY BODY TELLS ME WHEN IT’S GONNA RAIN
AND I DISAGREE, WITH THOSE WHO BELIEVE
THESE DAYS ARE GOLD…IT’S HELL GROWING OLD

Words and music by Stephen Rickard© stephenrickard@att.net Cell: 678-858-3941

Don't Cry For Me

Written By: Stephen Rickard

Don’t Cry For Me
VERSE 1
I LAID THOSE FLOWERS ON THAT STONE
STOOD THERE ALL ALONE
AND WONDERED FOR AT LEAST THE THOUSANDTH TIME
HOW LIFE COULD BE SO CRUEL
DOESN’T FOLLOW ANY RULES
TO TAKE AWAY A MAN STILL IN HIS PRIME

YOUNGEST BROTHER THAT I HAD
SPITTIN’ IMAGE OF MY DAD
FULL OF LIFE UNTIL THE CANCER TOOK CONTROL
AS WE GATHERED ROUND HIS BED
IN A QUIET VOICE HE SAID
THERE’S SOMETHING ON MY MIND BEFORE I GO

CHORUS
DON’T CRY FOR ME, I WOULDN’T WANT TO CHANGE A SINGLE DAY
SEEN ALL I WANT TO SEE, NOW I’M READY FOR WHATEVER COMES MY WAY
DON’T SHED A TEAR, I’LL ALWAYS BE HERE IN YOUR MEMORY
I’M GOING TO A PLACE, WHERE MY SOUL WILL BE SET FREE
SO DON’T CRY FOR ME

BRIDGE
AND MAMA DON’T YOU WORRY NONE I’LL BE JUST FINE
WE CAN’T CHANGE WHAT’S MEANT TO BE
BUT I WON’T BE ALONE WHEN I REACH THE OTHER SIDE
DADDY’S WAITIN THERE TO WELCOME ME

VERSE 2
TWO DAYS LATER HE WAS GONE, THE ANGELS CAME AND TOOK HIM HOME
AND WE BEGAN TO DO WHAT FAMILIES DO
ALL OF HIS OLD FRIENDS, AND THE NEIGHBORS DROPPING IN
DOING ANYTHING TO HELP US THROUGH

AND ON A SUNNY AFTERNOON, WE SAID GOODBYE TOO SOON
AS THE CHOIR BEGAN THE WORDS TO “GO REST HIGH”
AND WHEN THE CROWD BEGAN TO THIN, I HEARD HIS WORDS AGAIN
AS I FELT A TEARDROP FALLING FROM MY EYE

CHORUS

YEA, I’M GOING TO A PLACE WHERE MY SOUL WILL BE SET FREE
SO DON’T CRY FOR ME

I LAID THOSE FLOWERS ON THAT STONE
AND STOOD THERE ALL ALONE