| Kerry Anderson's |
| Sideways |
| Sideways is a song that I have loved so much I recorded it twice. First, in Boulder, CO at Coupe Studios in 2002 with a good friend of mine and engineer Ryan Dart. When a couple years ago I brought it to Charles Roane from Headquarters Studio in New York City in 2006 there was much more we wanted to do with it. I remember recording this song in DJ Premiers studio in darkness. Charles tuned off all of the lights in the mix room as well as the vocal booth. There were only a few candles burning. I also remember drinking a few sips of French wine between takes. This song was written before I moved back to Colorado from NJ in 2001. It is a story about a love triangle in which this man falls for a younger woman who is merely pretending to be someone she is not. She is one of those people with "a chameleon" type personality. She falls for her best friends love interest and he falls for her. He still has feelings for the best friend. This song is written from the perspective of the best friend talking to the man. This song is full of pain, betrayal and feeling trapped in chains, holding back her own feelings for the sake of everyone else. The words Sideways is the view in which the woman sees this man. Her head tilted to the side with confusion and sadness. -Kerry |
| The history of Sideways |
| You are sideways to me, how you feel and how you see. With truth and individual light, a cadence to your heart beat tailored sight. You fathom a worry and you think about the distinct difference between gray and pink. Pain for courage, courage for pains, trapped in the madness, trapped in chains. Cradle a rose paralyzed by youth pricked by the rose, reality becomes truth. Braided in three, can not really be A knife to my back and I don't agree You are Sideways to me Intensities trapped you in the hall. A tangled mess locked in a ball. Emotions mixed with a talented lie, Its enough to cause a flood and make you cry You fathom a worry and you think about the distinct difference between gray and pink. Pain for courage, courage for pains, trapped in the madness, trapped in chains. Cradle a rose paralyzed by youth pricked by the rose, reality becomes truth. Braided in three, can not really be A knife to my back and I don't agree You are Sideways to me You are still Sideways to me, a drop of color and maybe you will set yourself free. War bleeding through to your mind a constant distress with peace hard to find. You fathom a worry and you think about the distinct difference between gray and pink. Pain for courage, courage for pains trapped in the madness, trapped in chains. Cradle a rose paralyzed by youth pricked by the rose, reality becomes truth Braided in three, can not really be A knife to my back and I don't agree You are Sideways to me |
| Written by Kerry Anderson Produced by Charles Roane |