Thursday, June 19, 2014

FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

Tell me Baby
What's on your mind?
Thoughts of the hopeless
So hard to define

Love, it's a blessing
You soon will find
A promise we both can share
Just all in good time, oh...

You know that we can't erase
A page in a story left untold
When shadows fall
Memories unfold

Oh.... For the rest of my life
I will be holding on
Through the darkness and light
We'll rise above it all
At the end of the day
The promise of love stood tall
From the love that we made

Halfway baby,
Let's compromise
Put an end to this foolish game
It's just you and I

I'll be waiting
Until that time
My hopeless romantic ways
Have served me just fine, oh

Only the lonely
Facing whatever fears we hold
We'll rise above
And get through it all, oh

Oh.... For the rest of my life
I will be holding on
Through the darkness and light
We'll rise above it all
At the end of the day
The promise of love stood tall
From the love that we made

Let your heart remember
Let the heart recall
You know it's only love now after all...

Oh.... For the rest of my life
I will be holding on
Through the darkness and light
We'll rise above it all
At the end of the day
The promise of love stood strong
From the love that we saved

Oh... For the rest of my life
Oh...
Oh... For the rest of my life
Oh

Written by : Augeri/Bergh/Moratti

Steve Augeri : Vocals
Guitars
Bass
Additional Keys

Fredrik Bergh : Keyboards/Synths

Guitar Solos : Tom DeRossi

Drums/Percussion : Pontus Engborg

Produced by : Steve Augeri

Mixed & Mastered by : Mike Orlando @ Sonic Stomp Studios, NYC

Cover by : Adam Augeri

Photo by : Lydia Augeri

Friday, June 13, 2014

WELCOME HOME

Hi All,

Today I experienced what I or any singer or songwriter dreams of and aspires to but seldom achieves.

That is to be moved to tears, tears... by a singer and his or her song. The singer, Steve Perry, and the song penned by The Eels, "It's a Mother Fucker". 

I am / was apprehensive of writing and expressing myself because there will be those who will perceive this to be either a kissing of the "tuckus" or… a show of disrespect to the gentleman who so successfully and beautifully followed us both, Arnel. They are neither, but a tribute to, and an acknowledgement of, an achievement that so many thought no longer obtainable.

This should be a lesson and an inspiration to us all. It certainly is to me.

Welcome home Mr. Perry.

Steve Augeri