Day 6

THE BLUE AND THE GREY

Not a war between the states, per se…. but rather, a battle of states.

Upbeat versus gloomy. Positive versus negative. Light versus dark. 

These are actual places. Genuine destinations where we hide and reside… They each have their role, true, but we often seem to go out of our way to stay entangled in our greys. 

It’s familiar. It’s comfortable. Perhaps too comfortable. 

But beyond the clouds, we grab glimpses. Little patches of blue. And we must accept that it’s perfectly okay to aim for the blue once in a while. It exists. It’s real.

It breathes on the other side of grey.

SO, WHY YANK THE PLUG?

Today’s cut, “The Other Side of Grey,” is one of those ELM TREASON songs that actually sounds like it was built for acoustic guitar. To that end, this seems like a perfect spot to spill the beans on how and why this band acquired its acoustic soul. Dig this:

THE MUSIC (SONG 6) – “THE OTHER SIDE OF GREY”

“The choice was mine. This wasted time kept me from the blue. Now I see.”

Written by Andrew Roman and Robert Steel

Produced by Elm Treason

Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Realm Tones Music

Being an acoustic-guitar grounded band, one might think that folk rock-type stuff would be the norm for us – a kind of mandate, a necessity, even. However, that hasn’t been the case. Not that we are anti-folk rock by any stretch. (Are you kidding?) Today’s voice – “The Other Side of Grey” – actually has that kind of vibe to it… but that’s not how this song started out. Here’s the story:

“THE OTHER SIDE OF GREY”

(Listen now. Let the music play!)

LYRICS


The other side of grey there shines the blue of day, covered while it’s easing smile is veiled by the shade.

Past the dusky skies, the morning sun sings high, soothing light in clearest sight, although I close my eyes

I can see.

The other side of grey, I feel it breathe. The other side of grey ahead of me.

And even when I stray, I always find my way as if my hands had broken in to rip apart the grey.

And it’s gone. Yes, it’s gone.

Tied to tides of time, the clouds filled my mind. Decay set it, the grey within had me cracked and dry.

And when I fell right through, face to face with truth, the choice was mine, this wasted time kept me from the blue.

Now I see.

The other side of grey is here at home. The other side of grey is clear although

when even out of view, I always make it through, as if my hands had broken in to rip apart the gloom.

And it’s gone. Yes, it’s gone.

The other side of grey, I feel it breathe. The other side of grey ahead of me.

And even when I stray, I always find my way as if my hands had broken in to rip apart the grey.

And it’s gone. Yes, it’s gone. Oh, it’s gone. It is gone.

Beyond the clouds, away, where lives the blue of day, absent while it’s cooling smile is curtained by the grey.

Don’t mean it’s not seen, or not reality. The other side of grey is such a song inside of me.

The other side of grey is where my song longs to be. The other side of grey is something I can see.

I can see. I can see. I can see. I can see.

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