(from the forth-forth-forthcoming album, “The Abyss”.)
Who will come along
To save me?
You count your blessings
Like they’re window dressing
Stop hogging all the light
With your heart chasing air
I’ve been so alone
And tired of waiting
For you
You move so gently
My heart is crazy
Stop killing all your kids
Who wants to be alone anyway?
ONE SiDED – Forthcoming Release Schedule
This is a rough schedule of forthcoming releases from ONE SiDED RECORDS.
-2009-
g-rad: “hibernation” – in post-production
-2010-
g-rad: “Monte le Son” – pre-production/writing
-2011 and beyond-
The rest of these albums are fully written and will be released in roughly the following order.
g-rad: “Walk Away” – in production
g-rad: “The Abyss”
g-rad: “…and the shadow of you comes closer”
g-rad: “Somewhere Along The Way part 1 (Brain)”
g-rad: “Somehwere Along The Way part 2 (Heart)”
g-rad: “Heaven on Earth”
Album tracklists coming soon. If you’re a long time fan, most of your favs are scattered in here. And there will be plenty of never before heard material too.
“hibernation” should be available this fall on iTunes and Amazon.
“Monte le Son” is the most recent record I’ve been working on. All new songs written since moving to Oakland. Welcome to Scokland. Except for one track that was written on the Orange County trip for the recording of “hibernation“. To top it off, this will be the album which will debut me as a drummer. I’ve been practicing daily since May of this year. It has been a lot of fun so far. So look out world, g-rad’s a drummer now too.
Plenty of great music to look forward to, starting this Fall, and that trend should continue well into the future…
Two moons come into collision
Two moons join as one
Two suns orbit around each other
Sometimes it’s light, sometimes dark
Oooo
Rockin’ back and forth
Two intersecting solar systems
Two hearts now beat as one
Two hands holding up one another
Two children running around in the sun
Oooo
Runnin’ cold
Runnin’ cold
‘Til we come
Back around again
‘Til we come
Back around again
“hibernation”
in the darkest house
the lights running all day
windows drawn
we’re wasting shade
you kill
in a crowded room
you float
high above
in your own little world
you kill
down the road again, oh no
am i down that road again, i don’t know
everyone’s a circle, head to toe
didn’t feel fast enough to think so
and you don’t even care
and you’re not even there
and you’ve been searchin for a way out
and you don’t even care
you’ve been searchin for a way out
and i don’t even care
you’ve been searchin for a way out
and i don’t even care
come on, it’s time to go
out in the cold
put on your coat
and say goodbye
goodbye
i know it’s kinda cold
but walk out that door
everyone hides
a dirty word
goodbye
i’m afraid of what i might do
so i stay far away from you
and i know it’s been sung before
and i know it’s been said before
and i know i’ve been retarded in a past life
guess there goes my pride
and the trouble is that it never stops
i’m too tired to try to fit in
and i know i’ve been retarded in a time before
guess it all evens out in the end
she’s a lesbian
let’s just be friends
if that’s all it is
if that’s all it is
i’m just an alien
mercedes benz
is this how it ends
is this how it ends?
i’ll take you back
like a heart attack
i’ll forget you
like an amputee forgets an arm
and you know
i’ll suffocate
if you resuscitate me
i’ll forget you
like an amputee forgets an arm
and you know
you know you never wanna change
you know you never wanna look away
you know you never wanna end the games
that’s why we always play monopoly
you know you never wanna grow
even when you let it go
sometimes the young can make
the old feel young
you know you never wanna break away
you know you never wanna break a leg
you know you never wanna take a chance
if that chance might end up in jeopardy
you know you never wanna end the games
you know you never wanna fade away
you know you never want a video game
in the lobby of your best friend’s job
and you know that the young
can make the old feel young
and you know i just tripped over my tongue
and i know i’ll recover if it takes me back a few steps
cuz that’s just the way it is
if that’s the way it is
if that’s the way it is
sometimes the young make the old
feel so young
sometimes we just feel so dumb
well the joke’s on you
i thought it through
and this ain’t gonna work
cuz i’ve been here before
you’re coming down the road again
you’re begging for change alone again
sell me something good
you’re coming down the road again
i miss you
i miss missing you
i never think about you anymore
you’ll never enter my mind again
good thing i sing from the heart
good thing i sing from the heart
i miss masturbating to images of you in my mind
lying beside one another
no one will ever replace you
i hope i can erase you
you’re a dream to me now
you’re a dream to me now
just like you were
before we ever met
you are a dream to me now
maybe if i change my name
and get a nose job
we’ll meet in a crowded bar
and you’ll fall in love
with me again
with me again
we’ll meet again
we’ll meet again
if i crawl back
in my mother’s arms
would everything
be okay
if i crawl back
into my mother’s arms
will everything
be okay
if my mom and dad
were still in love
would everything
be okay
if they knew what i was going through
and didn’t throw the book
would everything
be okay
if i hadn’t done those pills
would i still be able to feel you
and let
you sing
through me
if i threw those pills
out in the water
would i still
be able
to look you in the face
would things just be okay
time is always running around my head
time is never taking a break, she said
well it’s high time that i gave it a rest
arms locked wide open
and i’m hoping
that i’m trying my best
what do we do now?
i’ve been caught chasing paper like it’s the only thing that matters in this life
lost in this C (sea) of Civilization
well, woe is you if you don’t listen to your heart
all wrapped up in Hollywood tinsel, too strung out to find another part
what do we do now?
who’s in charge anyway
you ain’t making no sense
got all our minds focused
on some future tense
with promises of Heaven
hanging from clouds
but what do we do
with the time we have
what do we do now?
don’t sweat the small things anymore
don’t look back before moving forward
hasn’t anyone told you, you’re doing fine
hasn’t anyone told you, you’re doing fine
don’t lick your wounds unless you want blood in your mouth
don’t look back now, it’s a trap door opening
and the past is over and done with
and the future is so far away
all we have now is this present moment
but what are you gonna do with it
take out your heart
is your collar tall enough
to hide your face in a crowd
who’s gonna stop you now
take out your heart
is your collar tall enough
to hide your face in a crowd
who’s gonna stop you now
but yourself
FIN
I got my soldiers right on
My left and right side, ride on…
I once told my best friend Shawn that if I were to lose a sense, I would choose vision over hearing.
He thought that statement to be quite powerful.
A testament to my love of music.
I find more power in that statement every day
As my vision worsens
And I refuse to wear my glasses.
My hair against the window frame
is the most beautiful sound I’ve heard
today.
My grandma crushes cans for a hobbie.
She’s so used to it from her younger years that she does it to this day.
Even though her family is rich.
They moved here from Vietnam.
She collects cans in the park.
Knows the precise times to come and collect her booty.
A native american tribe owns the park. And they love the firewater. Except nowadays they call it the Hurricane. High Gravity.
We give her our cans.
And when we are hungry,
she gives us bananas from her house.
Or Top Ramen.
Or a dollar if she has no food.
She loves us all and we love her.
Thank you for your hard work, your love, your patience, and your guidance.
I love you, gramma!
On the 6th day he showed up again, and brought his Tupac sneakers.
Grimy VHS rewinder. Stacks of blank cd’s. All he needed was an outlet to plug his blow dryer in and we would feel the heat.
Old and dirty. Missing teeth. Brother Joseph. From the Bible.
Live and Uncut.
If you see him on the streets of Oakland, tell him I’m still looking for him. And I’ll have some more change soon.
I dare you to puff on his rolled cigarettes.
The ink will knock your block off.
Rolling cigarette butts into bus transfers.
Old Dirty Bastard
is an
Old Dirty Genius.
God bless that man.
And I’m the first white member
of the Wu Tang Clan.