Uploaded August 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
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I decided to try something with a reggae groove. This is what came from that.
How Long?
The guru say to love the ethereal
And your neighbor too
Who is my neighbor, sir?
Why, itās the person in front of you
When did I see you hungry, maāam
Or sick or all alone?
When you did for the least of us
Is when your heart was shown
How long, how long
Will we shout all about loving?
How long, how long
Until we get to the business of neighboring
How can I see a speak of dust
In the eye of another
When there is an enormous plank
Blocking my own vision
Why do I do a thing to you
That I would find distressing?
Should I not do the thing
Which I may find most pleasing?
Please comment! It's fun to know who stopped by š.
I decided to try something with a reggae groove. This is what came from that.
How Long?
The guru say to love the ethereal
And your neighbor too
Who is my neighbor, sir?
Why, itās the person in front of you
When did I see you hungry, maāam
Or sick or all alone?
When you did for the least of us
Is when your heart was shown
How long, how long
Will we shout all about loving?
How long, how long
Until we get to the business of neighboring
How can I see a speak of dust
In the eye of another
When there is an enormous plank
Blocking my own vision
Why do I do a thing to you
That I would find distressing?
Should I not do the thing
Which I may find most pleasing?






![So Ready by The FOG (original song)
Today is our 18th anniversary. This is a song I wrote to be performed at our wedding. I thought it was about time to revisit it.
Lyrics:
So Ready
Met a lady the other day
Pretty lady swept me away
Feel secure, but yet so free
Is she the one to understand me?
Pretty lady gentle yet strong
Is she the one, Ive sought for so long
Her spirits strong, her heart is true
Theres only one thing to say
I love you
Life can be sad, so sad and lonely
But now I realize it was in my power all the time
To add up to two, you must start out with two wholes
Standing together my love grows stronger all the time
Im so ready
To be in love
So ready
To be in love with you
Listen lady to what I say
You came into my life swept me away
Feel secure, but yet so free
You are the one I want with me
Pretty lady, Ive sought you so long
My need is you my love is strong
The spirits high, my heart its true
Theres only one thing to say
I love you
Life can be full of peace and loving
Now I know that one can find it if they try
Facing our trials as two on the same road
Standing together our love grows stronger all the time
[chorus] So Ready by The FOG (original song)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/sKxBdHtZO0c/mqdefault.jpg)
![Leave Those Monsters Behind (original song)
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It would be cool if you could listen to the entire 2:14 ššš¤£.
I actually know what this song is aboutšš¤£. Basically its not letting your past trauma interfere with your current bliss.
Lyrics:
āLeave Those Monsters Behindā
Lost in the dark and canāt find the groove
Haunted by the shadows of the mind
Canāt find the vibe, puzzled by the rhyme
Leave those monsters locked in their time
What about the monsters?
Weāll leave those monsters behind
But what about the monsters?
We will hide in the present moment of time
[ guitar solo]
A rift in the mind where bliss can slip through
A blind mirror where demons are true
Weāll dance on the ashes of lost control
Weāll allow the delectation to breakthrough
[ Chorus]
Leave those monsters behind Leave Those Monsters Behind (original song)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/xY2NU3qxcqY/mqdefault.jpg)

![Bad Checks for Beer The FOG (original blues)
Pls comment, youre my only friends.
Bad Checks for Beer
by the FOG (fat old guy)
Another lonely weekend, baby
My only friends cigarettes and beer
Another lonely weekend, baby
Wishing that you were here
There aint nothing left for me baby
cept for writing bad checks for beer
[guitar]
Another Saturday night now, honey
Cant get you on the phone
Another Saturday night now, honey
And Im sitting home alone
There aint nothing left for me, honey
cept for calling 900 numbers on the phone
[bass solo]
[sax]
A lonely Sunday morning, baby
A breakfast of Cigarettes and beer
A lonely Sunday morning baby
One of many or so I fear
There aint nothing left for me, baby
cept for writing bad checks for beer
[guitar] Bad Checks for Beer The FOG (original blues)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zvsoYzHhDOU/mqdefault.jpg)