Rest

This was written after a couple of weeks on the road. This trip included all of the major music hubs in the U.S. (in my humble opinion of course and for our particular genre). We had stops in New York, Chicago, L.A. and Nashville. We finally got to the end of our journey to a log cabin up in the woods on Traverse City, MI and I slept for basically 48 hours. At the end of the sleep I was able to get up and write some words that needed to be written down. They came to me in a early morning haze. So here it is a poem on rest – enjoy!

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Rest

There is one thing that unifies

This no one can contest

That when we fall asleep

The mind now at rest

The heart

Beats

And beats

And beats

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To no similar tune

But in similar fashion

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The mind at rest

I can attest

This is the best

Way to connect to each other

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There are no preconditions

No medication

Or temptation

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For one to connect

To others

Through this sensation

Of mind cessation

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Temporary of course

But this might lead a course of action

To rest away the weary eyes

To come to negotiation anew

Many a times it has worked for me

And surely will do the same for you

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Lights out in gentle style

Let the mind take the lonely mile

And hearts beat sustain throughout the night

And in the morning

Everything will be alright

A Friends Place

This was written about a recent stay that we, my fiance and myself, made out to LA to see one of my best friends from high school. In addition to being an extremely selfless and giving host – his place was so beautiful and relaxing. It was an amazing escape for what is a crazy city of LA. We had such a peaceful and relaxing time hanging with friends and just kicking it by his indoor fire. It was truly a great experience – I hope this can take you there for just a moment. Enjoy!

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A friends place

Can be as warm

And comforting

As the human embrace

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With a makeshift bed

A simple place to sleep

All is well

When your livin’ cheap

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But with every moment

Passing through these eyes

The sun in the morning

The evening skies

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I notice the faces

Smiling all around

A humble abode

In this huge town

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Shared towels

And washing machines

Life is so sweet

In these passing scenes

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We get in late

Hitch a ride

Made it to LA

And it is about time

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Crisp air

And summers familiar

I would take anything like this

Or anything similar

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The morning we go for food

Meet some friends

Call some more

To meet at days end

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Faces familiar

From a time ago

But we are still connected

Wherever we go

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We enjoy a fire

Snapping soft and sweet

It makes for an easy

Evening treat

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Life is simple

When sharing sustains

Can even take away

Some of life’s pains

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Thank you can not match

It just falls short

You can’t just say

You’ve been a good sport

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The city scene

Has been nice to me

A friend to host

With all sincerity

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We made our way back home now

Hope to be back through

But for now

The only thing we have to say

Is thank you

City Veins

This was written late night on the Blue Line on our way to O’Hare International Airport in Chicago. It was written as an observational piece and I tried to keep it simple. I try to relate the veins to the heart in the final line. Enjoy!

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The veins of the city

Run deep underground

Running people back

Forth

All around

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A majestic lady reads

While a hearty man laughs

Yet another gentle man

Set with a deep stair

With a jolly women next

To him

That is just content

With her chair

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Run me left

Run me right

With the dirt caked

On the trains side

The rattle

Abrupt

The air

Dense and course

For we are on our way to LA

And that is for certain

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“We thank you

For riding

And please come again”

When the weather is better

“But please be on your way”

You jolly jet setter

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Catch a flight at O’Hare

I must not be late

Everything is set in LA

We have set a nice date

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Reflecting on the steel

With polished silver hue

From hands a many

At one moment it may be holding 20

Or 30

Or 40

I cannot really say

The polish runs clean

For it gets buffed everyday

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The silences is now sweet

Yet I could have some chatter

Could use a conversation

On the economy and

What is the matter?

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But for now I sit

Peacefully upon the worn out seat

I am just thankful to be

A part of the cities

Heartbeat

I am no Poet

This was written right after watching the presidential inauguration. I really enjoyed the poet Richard Blanco and his poem “One Today”. I used it, and the rest of the ceremony, for inspiration. I thought that it would be important for me to really focusing on what it is that connect us together as Americans, and also can devise and separate us through erroneous use of our egos etc. I hope you enjoy it! Cheers!

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For I am no poet

No writer, nor musician

No athlete or businessman

I am but nothing and will return

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I must be stripped of all

Before I know what I am

What I am made of

What wiring makes my soul

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All the confusion and static

The noise and the stammer

Of what others want

And I need

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In the confusion I believe one

And forget another

Only to remember

To be reminded of yet another

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So I challenge myself and you

To strip away what is

And to find what will be

What is it that you stand for

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To look at these flesh and bones

And find what the meaning is

Beyond the labels and toys

Finding a simple meaning within

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For we are all connected in a manner

An inner webbing that connects us

That unites us

And if we so choose tears us apart

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Yet we strive for more

To seek meaning that is greater

Than the sum of our parts

And unifies us

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This is our challenge

Our calling

Our honor

To be what we are

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To forget the other meanings

And find our own

Not in our own minds

But from deep within

Net Worth

What is your net worth

Go you! Proclaim it throughout the earth

Ring it on high

Ring it on low

Bring a receipt

Wherever you go

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Remind your friends with cash in hand

Even pay for them to see your favorite band

“I wonder how much they are worth”

Surely not as much as me

I am sure my banker would agree

Ring the registers from on high

It’s like pie falling from the sky

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I will stand with my hands ready

To grab what is mine

Might just take one of yours

But hey who is keeping score

Now get my car and call me lady

You know this part of town can get quite shady

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Maybe I should not be quite so loud

I mean I do not want to attract a crowd

Who knows what that will mean

It was my pie I found,

I thought I caught it

But please don’t bring those fellows

Who want to conduct the audit

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If leverage is leverage

And bottom line true

The bell rings cold

When the receipt reads past due

Extend me some credit

Just a little more

I just want to settle the score

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But the banker looked confused

This analogy he used

“The way I see it

To make this all easy for me and you

Upon every mans head it should be written

Two decades and a half after their birth

So he may proclaim it throughout the earth

But for now I must ask you again

What is your net worth?”

Over Rated

This is a new song that I have been working on very diligently in the past couple of

weeks. It is about the pressures of always looking for the next best thing and

looking to the future in life – when really all you have to care about is going on

right in front of your eyes. This song will be on our next album out in late 2013.

Enjoy!

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I’m feeling so over rated

My life is so complicated

Not the best but I face it

These feelings are fresh

But I am jaded

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Oh and I feel like I am going

Nowhere

And I feel like I want to be

Someone

I don’t want to write this song

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Forget about tomorrow

If you want to live today

Forget about tomorrow

If you want to live today

If you want to live today

Remember what I say

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My thoughts can be so relentless

You ‘bout gave up when I said this

Now that I know that you’re faded

Well I had to go but I waited

For you

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Oh and I feel like we are going

Nowhere

And I feel like we are missing

Something

And I don’t want to write this song

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Forget about tomorrow

If you want to live today

Forget about tomorrow

If you want to live today

If you want to live today

Remember what I say

Marketing

This was written late night. After a long day of marketing and social media-ing. Long day

and semi frustrated with it all and how it can take away from what you really want to

being doing. Enjoy!

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All the time spent marketing

Now I know why it’s a full time thing

I have to spend some time on twitter

I watch it like a babysitter

With a cute emblem of a little critter

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But it is so much more than that

A tweet is a tweet

For I am winning the race of the rats

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But log on and get your computer

I get distracted by watching McGruber

Eh but why bother who cares

This white screen looks back, it stares

For me to embark on a journey, begin to

Climb the stairs

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But for now I must rest and get some deep sleep

This computer keeps me away from slumber and rest

But now go check Facebook

And get that off your chest

A tweet is for twitter

Status the update

Facebook and Twitter

I can not begin to contemplate

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And then there is sweet little Google

How many peoples eyes ogle over this Google

Search me this search me that

I need to know the top ten ways to burn fat

The questions run on for days even years

But with no response ever to the ears

Unless with Siri she’s the one

She brings it all together

The holy one

She even knows a joke

That’s a lie

But asking her is still fun

But ode to distraction

I must return to my path

This I must proclaim

I must say

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For now I will sneak away

From bots and other things

To rest, rest calm and peaceful

And restore my faith in worldly beings

Down Around Town

This is as much a piece of work as it is a play on words and meaning. I try to utilize the last
word in the last 3 lines of each verse to speak something to the reader – in addition
to what the poem is actually reading. I am trying to find a way to convey meaning
both internally and from the roots of the poem, utilizing words that struck a chord
with the mind frame in which I am writing. Enjoy!
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Words burning up
And falling down
All around

Tinsel town

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Not one man

Today

Can say

And “Play”

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Words collide slowly

Feeling

The ceiling

Cracking and peeling

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A mind collection

Bending

Sending

A thought of pretending

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Through veins pumping

Asking to quit

This shit

And just sit

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Pockets invaded

In time

Not one dime

Will be mine

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Forgetting questions

Ask for yours

For tours

Through U.S. contours

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Tipping crashing

Feeling tall

Until we fall

And beginning to crawl

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Thoughts collapse

With whiskey

A bit risky

And feeling frisky

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Further patience made

In time

A clear mind

Will be a sign

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To clear the stage

Now

Simply adhere to a bow

Replying “Ciao”

The End of Days Mayan Tribute Video

Video

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This is The Bergamot’s ode to the Mayans. Dedicated to the Mayans on the last day of the world, according to their calendars, December 21st 2012.
ENJOY!!!
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LYRICS:
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VERSE 1
If there was no tomorrow
Do you think you’d be alright?
If you had to go with me
Do you think you’d put up a fight?
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OH
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Leaves and limbs are bending
But the trees are standing upright
There is a bitterness in the air
And a coldness in the night
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OH
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CHORUS:
But I don’t
Want to tell you
All the
Dreams I have
I take a breathe
And turn
That’s when it happens
Your gone
Again
OH NO
OH NO
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Anticipation is building
Fear creeps in through the night
Breathe deep and move quickly
Everything will be alright
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OH
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Fields they are burning
As you hold me close tonight
Winds around us are cursing
They hiss with the passing of time
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OH
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CHORUS (REPEAT)