When the Fog Rolls In...

Where will you be when I’m 53?

Will you write a letter or die of disease?

It’s these thoughts that swim through my mind,

Of all these people & places & space & time

Open floodgates of love to bright, blue, springs,

Then a season of sorrow ruined everything…

Where were you when winter froze?

Did you bury your head under a mountain of snow?

Or sit by the fire, warm, but all alone?

When the fog comes rolling in…

When the fog comes rolling in…

I guess that’s how the story goes…

You sing the songs that no one knows,

You live your life and you write a line,

But you can’t stop or change the time.

So you just sit back and let the fog roll in

… you need it every now and then…

… to sit back, slow & let the "Neil" sink in…

And where did all the time go…

All the time that just seems to move so slow…

… I guess I lost track of time…

Are the answers revealed in my dreams?

All coded in pictures and hidden meanings,

Or will I wake to find, its all been lost in sleep,

Or is that just the plot of my favorite movie?

And the moon sits behind a broken, grey, sky

But all that I can see are beautiful brown eyes.

I feel the warmth of your smile on a cypress breeze

& I’m lost in thought as I move through the streets,

When the fog comes rolling in…

When the fog comes rolling in…

Today, Tomorrow, Forever

There's a sun drenched scene 

passing through my window

And, for one perfect hour...

you paint the hills golden 
with your soft dimming light

I watch you from a distance

...watch you slowly slip away...

disappear beyond the horizon, 
to light some other mountain

your light was a gift unto my world

i just wish you could have stayed a little longer

given me just another hour

I should have been more present

...instead of focusing to capture you
 in the frame of my picture,

I should have held you in my memory,

convinced you to stay,

to dance,

in the pale yellow haze, 
of your effervescent beauty

Today
Tomorrow

Forever

EVIL EMPTY PAGES

A Frightful tale of a writers addiction...

EVIL EMPTY PAGES!

A bedside lamp blankets my room with a candle-lit feel

the shadows seem as if they’re a moment away from taking over

sleep takes a backseat to the thoughts in the foreground of my mind

its this portrait

every brushstroke is another part of me

EXPOSED for all to see

& in a DESPERATE attempt to salvage what is left...

I slowly cap my pen

...DISCONTENT with lukewarm expressions,

empty pages demand my SURRENDER to them

careful and thorough

they tempt all that lies within

EVIL EMPTY PAGES lure in words with their pearl white grin

but i can't give all the credit to them

i need them

like an eighth DEADLY sin

like heroine

EMPTY pages just seem to whisper... give in... give in...

CURSED as tragically gifted everyday-man

in a battle i can't win

So, tonight i sin again

i give in to my master with a pen...

I spill confessions of REGRET 

as if i'm on a mission

to board a life bound for SADNESS 

all based on a regretful premonition

FOLKin’ Right! I’m gonna FOLK tonight!! ALL FOLK!!! ALL FOLKin’ week!!!!

To the pickers, the grinners, young folks & old
to Words set to Music & Stories to be told
to Rhythm, to Melody, to Harmony, to Rhyme
to the best & the worst, to help ease my mind

This month I will celebrate all things folk!!!  ...by featuring ALL FOLKin SIXSIDEDSOUNDS has to offer!!!!  Check it out!
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“The SLP Song”

“The SLP Song”

From an early age, I felt the call to teach…  It was something that I was good at and also something I loved. At 15, I landed my first job as a soccer coach & camp counselor to kids ages 7-12. It was fun, challenging, and incredibly rewarding. It was easy, in the sense that it didn’t feel like “work” & simultaneously the longest, most exhausting day I had ever experienced in my life.  Although, I’m not sure I knew it at the time… but, I believe that is the ideal job/career. To be clear, I’m not saying that teaching/coaching is the ideal career for everyone… no, no, no… I’m looking at you sophomore English teacher! It is something that your passionate about, something you love doing, something you’re damn good at, something that you would probably do for free anyway, something that makes you smile every time someone asks you what you do for a living, something that you work tirelessly at knowing that all the hard work and long hours you put in, in the end will fulfill you in a way that is incomparable. This is how I feel about teaching. This is how I feel about making music. And, Every once in a while… I get to do both J !!!  …This is one of those times...  This is a song I wrote, with the most original of titles… “The SLP Song” a song about teaching English to kindergartners in Korea, while singing it with em’.

“The SLP Song”

Listen HERE!!!

I started with ABC…

Then came 123…

Next came the silent E...
and that one was tough for me.

I learned the rules of my school

And how my pencil is a tool

All about Rhyming words,

nouns, adjectives and verbs.

And tomorrow I will be,

Bilingual, you will see…

Mom and Dad are proud of me…

And I love it at SLP!

I love it at SLP!

Everyday I study hard…

Knowing, one day I’ll go far…

With hard work I believe,

I’ll achieve all my dreams

So teacher, teacher…

Please help me to succeed

Show me patience and love

Help me earn my degree

And tomorrow I will be,

Bilingual, you will see…

Mom and Dad are proud of me…

And I love it at SLP!

I love it at SLP!

Another Decade, Another Day

In the end, we are the sum of all our parts.  Yet simultaneously, somehow, someway, we can never be anything more than who and what we are at any given moment.


Another Decade, Another Day

Ain't it funny, the path you take...

when you're trying to walk the other way

Ain't it funny, How a heart can break

When the love inside it dies

You know I loved you with all my heart

You up & left me with goodbye

So long to Sunshine, in came the rain

Hello moonshine, Tears & Pain

Another Decade, Another Day

Another "Wrong Way" left me feeling right

Another Toast to Another Love

Now pour one more & let's drink to lust

Cause there's only right now...

Only Today!

NOW or Never!!

GO or stay.

Staring at the Sunshine

Writing Songs about the Moon

Living in the moment

Running far away from you

Looking at the other side

a chance to just be me

find solace in a crowded room

the tallest man unseen

Thinking about all the time

everything that I won't see

All the questions left unanswered

All the things I'll never be

Cause there's only right now...

Only Today!

NOW or Never!!

GO or stay

Tell Me, Help Me, Sing

Tell Me, Help Me, Sing

Gentle Breeze, find my window…

Tell me the things tomorrow will bring,

Tell me a story, of love, I can sing

Tell me… tell me…

Father, Father, help me…

Make me the man you want me to be,

Give me a reason, a reason to sing

Help Me… Help Me…

Mother, mother blessed me…

Gave me her love, of a warm summers breeze,

Gave me a reason, a reason to sing
Sing… Sing...

Late Night Ramblings

where to begin...

...late night weary traveler,

the sands shift is subtle but swift

& your moonwalk dancing can't avoid the clouds

but your nosedive tendencies will surely find the ground

there's a hat facing not quite forward

& a pair of jeans big enough to make two pair in front of you

A Man with a mustache is licking his leftovers with intense eyes and sweat on his brow

Outside, there's a snowstorm.

& the softest whitest sweater, sits, sipping a martini by the window

Like a dream I've been waiting for...

...a moment to be realized...

when you wake at night, & realize...

then the moments gone & you realize... that Nothing Lasts.

It's Endless!?

shifting, tumbling, ticking... tock, tick-tock...

I wait & Wait & WAIT for what?

& for what I wait is worth it's weight...

& for what I wait is wait enough...

Time

30 years now… where’d they go…

30 years… I don’t know…

I sit & I wonder sometimes, where they’ve gone…

Yes… I know that’s not how the song goes.  Though at 31, I am starting to realize what Mr. Seger was talking about in that classic song…  Where did the time go?  & Oh, wouldn’t it be nice to relive those glory days.

I guess I’ve always been fascinated by time.  Consequently, time has become something I often incorporate into my writing…

“Time” by SIXSIDEDSOUNDS is a concept song I started writing about five years ago…  The song is third-person narrative, where time itself is observed as a woman.  In addition, the song intentionally blurs the lines between, the words, phrases & images that represent time and those that paint a portrait of the female form.  Beyond the songs background, “Time” even has 2 different versions, which are played in two different time signatures.   Check out the links to both versions below…

Time

Her hands move slowly,

her movements are precise, & known

She’s orchestrating,

conducts the pace, controls the race

        

But you know that she can’t be predicted

...Always about to come to pass

... she is such an evil mistress...

... such a precious gift...

... her innocence is her existence...

... will prove fatal in the end...

Sit arms crossed waiting,

for her finally to reveal herself

like dawn appearing,

to shed light on the dark of night

& you know that she can’t be predicted

...Always about to come to pass

... she is such an evil mistress...

... such a precious gift...

... her innocence is her existence...

... will prove fatal in the end...

“Time” - SIXSIDEDSOUNDS

http://www.reverbnation.com/SIXSIDEDSOUNDS/song/20540866-time

“Time” (live) – SIXSIDEDSOUNDS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GG_oGi-beFs