Eric Folkerth

Eric Folkerth

 Dallas, Texas, USA
SoloFolkPop

Musician, minister, writer and social activist. Eric writes songs to make you think, feel, and find the truth of our life experiences. Audiences and critics alike say Eric is a spellbinding storyteller.

Biography

Musician, minister, writer and social activist. Eric writes songs to make you think, feel, and find the truth of our life experiences. Audiences and critics alike say Eric is a spellbinding storyteller.

* Finalist at the South Florida Folk Festival Competition.
* Finalist at the Fifth Street Festival Competition.
* Eric's song "I Will Sing" has won:
-- Honorable Mention in the Billboard Songwriter Contest
-- Honorable Mention in the Great American Song Contest
-- "New Songs of Peace," United Nations Project

* Eric wrote "Prairie Chapel Road," the "unofficial song of Camp Casey" Cindy Sheehan's anit-war camp in Crawford, Texas.

* Eric leads "Connections," a cover band that has played for tens of thousands of people, and raised more than $260,000 for worthy charities.

* As a solo artist, Eric has shared the stage with David Wilcox, Peter Mayer, Tom Prasada-Rao, Cary Cooper, Jana Stanfield, The Burns Sisters, Rachel Bissex, Peter Mayer, Bethany Yarrow, Rhett Butler, Beth Wood, Brad Thompson, Elizabeth Wills, Bill Nash, Annie Benjamin, Jayson Bales, Elizabeth Wills, and a host of Dallas's best songwriters.

* Bob Ackerman, Dallas singer-songwriter, says "Eric's songs tell stories the way a good movie does."

* Cary Pierce, of Jackopierce, says "Eric's songs have that lullaby quality that reminds me of the stuff I grew up on."


Lyrics

Thanks

Written By: Eric Folkerth

Thanks

For mountains green with aspen stands,
fluttering like waving hands,
for broad lands,
I will give thanks.

For ember orange sunset glow,
purple skies burning low,
the days go,
and I will give thanks.

For silver incandescent moons,
every midnight howl and swoon,
real soon,
I will give thanks.

For each moment here, for each memory clear
For each day I wake, for each breath I take
For each pain I bear, for each love I share....

Thanks.

For berry's taste and coffee's smell
rituals we learn so well
that fortell
that I will give thanks.

For lovers touch and wounds that heal
friends who laugh and think and feel
when it's real
I will give thanks.

For loving those the world rejects
the poor and holy heretics
it connects
that I will give thanks.

For each moment here, for each memory clear
For each day I wake, for each breath I take
For each pain I bear, for each love I share....

Thanks.

And is it really all that tough
to believe one word could say enough?

For every blocked and crooked path
for every door that closed to fast
for the past
I will give thanks.

For every chance yet to forgive
and every second yet to live
that life gives
I will give thanks.

For times when death comes like a friend
and trusting life can never end
it's well then
that I will give thanks.

For each moment here, for each memory clear
For each day I wake, for each breath I take
For each pain I bear, for each love I share....

Thanks.

words and music, Eric Folkerth © 2012. All Rights Reserved.

Changing

Written By: Eric Folkerth

Changing

One night I was taken by a powerful dream
Walking through a field by a clear blue stream
Through grass that grew so tall and green
In the wind.

Then in a moment when I turned my eye
The flowers and the grass and the trees
had died
And the white hot gaze of the Sun had fried
What'd been.

And in a moment more, it was covered in snow
And a Still Small Voice called soft and low
"The field remains, but whatever grows
Must end."

Changing.
Changing.
Changing.
Every day.

Faded pictures from an old scrapbook
That my Dad's old Polaroid camera took
From my very first breath to the way way I look
Today.

A smiling baby with short blonde hair
Self-conscious teen with many cares
And a man still shocked how time bears
Life away.

But looking back, the great mystery
Is that in every shot, me was still me
And in each new frame it will ever be
The same.

Changing.
Changing.
Changing.
Every day.

Beyond the farthest star, transcendently
In the smallest cells, down in you and me
There's a part of God, and the parts we see
Change fast.

Each new moment is a new still frame
A fresh new chance, and a brand new game
Never seen before, but partly the same
As the past

So though it might seem way too odd to you
God's waits for the future you will choose:
To hold onto hate or just let love loose
At last.

Changing.
Changing.
Changing.
Every day.

And each new frame's a new occasion
To follow that Divine persuasion
Let go hate and let love loose
At last.

The One Thing That He Know

Written By: Eric Folkerth

On their first Valentines Day
He didn't know what to say

Standing in the row of cards
Suddenly, the choice seemed hard.

Would their love, so fresh and new
Grow its root, or break in two?

He loved her smile, and tender touch
But was afraid to say too much.

And the one thing that he knows
the one thing that he knows
Is that love means more
love means more
Love means more than chocolates and a rose.

On their twelfth Valentines Day
He didn't know what to say

Standing in the row of cards
The choices always seemed so hard.

They fought about the kids,
What to spend, and how to live.

Sometimes, they both felt so alone.
Sometimes, they were each other's home.

But the one thing that he knows
the one thing that he knows.
Is that love means more
love means more
Love means more than chocolates and a rose.

Every year, always the same
We try to capture and to name
What we really can never really say
What we can just live, day-to-day.

On their last Valentines Day
He didn't know....

But he reaches for her face
That simple lifelong grace.

Distant memories still call
Like faded pictures on their wall

Of a love so deep and true
In this assisted-living room

And the one thing that he knows
the one thing that he knows.
Is that love means more
love means more
Love means more than chocolates and a rose.

So much more than chocolates and a rose.

Words and Music by Eric Folkerth
Copyright © 2013. All Rights Reserved.

The Same Blood

Written By: Eric Folkerth

They're rattling their sabers
Stirring up our fear
Of the ones beyond our borders
Far away from here.

They tell us we're in danger
That the enemy must fall
But after all their shouting
We still hear a different call

The same blood on the day we're born
and our mothers hears our cry.
The same blood on the battlefields
where our children go to die.
The same blood when we lift our prayers
to heaven up above.
The same no matter who we hate
or who we choose to love

We are red and blue states
We are straight and gay
Black and white and brown
Those born here and born away.

The wedges cut so deeply
They almost split the root
But now and then we stop to see
There's a deeper truth

The same blood on the day we're born
and our mothers hears our cry.
The same blood on the battlefields
where our children go to die.
The same blood when we lift our prayers
to heaven up above.
The same no matter who we hate
or who we choose to love

La la la....

We can cling to differences
that keep us all apart
Or choose to love the life that flows
Through every beating heart

La la la....

The same blood on the day we're born
and our mothers hears our cry.
The same blood on the battlefields
where our children go to die.
The same blood when we lift our prayers
to heaven up above.
The same no matter who we hate
or who we choose to love

La la la....
Words and Music, Eric Folkerth.
Copyright © 2013. All Rights Reserved

Walk With Me

Written By: Eric Folkerth

Walk with me down by the lakeside
Just as the Sun disappears
We'll skip a few stones on the smooth side
One for each thrown-away fear.

And as shadows fall
We can pause for the call
Of the night breeze.

The waves and the wind
Can remind us again
We're still free.
We're still free.
˜˜˜˜˜

Walk with me down by the lakeshore
Just as water and sky start to glow
And the glow lights this trail other feet wore
Marking each step that we go.

And with each footfall
We're reminded of all
We can still see.

So as darkness grows
Even if our pace slows
We're still free.
We're still free.
˜˜˜˜˜

Walk with me down by the lake edge
Just as the Moon rises high
We'll sing our goodbyes to the sunset
And a chorus up to the night sky.

In the calm of the night
We're amazed by the sights
We can still see.

So as night descends
And our journey ends
We're still free.
We're still free.
˜˜˜˜˜

Walk with me down by the lakeside
Just as the Sun disappears
We'll skip a few stones on the smooth side
One for each thrown-away fear.

Copyright © Eric Folkerth, 2009.

Oh My My

Written By: Eric Folkerth

Cotton clouds, drift along in crimson bands
Waves whispering hush kiss golden sand.
Auburn sky turns to purple passion flower
And melts into the sea here in this blue hour

In the beauty, all I do is sigh….

Oh, my my…

Auburn hair, tossin’ round in rollin’ waves
Just one smile from her sends the clouds away.
Whispers on her lips catch me by surprise.
Mystery dances with each thought behind those eyes.

In her beauty, all I do is sigh…

Oh my, my…

In her beauty, all I do is sigh…

Oh my, my…

Whisper on her lips, catch me by surprise.
Mystery dances with each thought behind those eyes.

Lay It Down

Written By: Eric Folkerth

Soldier in the Cold War,
Your weapon was your mind
Ruled by faith in logic,
With a heart too often blind.
To be still, with no advice
Somehow, was never fine.
Your reasons, and your right way,
Became the bind.

Lay it down
Lay it down
Help him find the peace he never found
Take from him this burden,
And put it in the ground,
Help him Lord, finally lay it down.

Child of that Cold War Dad,
I chose a different road.
Learned to feel my feelings,
And hold deep sorrows,
But bearing others burdens,
Has become my heavy load.
So there’s still lesson
Life needs me to know.

Lay it down
Lay it down
Help me find the peace I’ve never found
Take from me this burden
And put it in the ground
Help me Lord, finally lay it down.

You were science.
I was art.
You were logic.
I was heart.
And so we always battled blind
To the other part.
But at your end, to my surprise,
You picked a last song, that made me cry,
My Cold War Dad, asked us to sing…
“Down By the Riverside.”

He ain’t gonna study war no more…

Lay it down
Lay it down
Help us find the peace we never found
Take from us this burden
And put it in the ground
Help us Lord, finally lay it down.
Words and Music, Eric Folkerth. @ 2016.

Frank's Cafe

Written By: Eric Folkerth

The Sun’s not shining bright,
On the road back to the old Kentucky home,
Tree coated with ice,
And across each field, a light dusting of snow.

And with every mile, old ghosts reappear and gather round.
And I’m suddenly aware of what is lost and what is found.

And those voices from the past are all around me
And they echo up through time, right to today.
So say hello, and say goodbye
And sing, “American Pie,”
And toast it all tonight at Frank’s Cafe.

An hour down this road,
I find the old red brick house I still recall
Giant in mind, but today in real life
Strangely small.

We used to walk across that bridge to watch the “Big Red Machine.”
Rummage through that attic, filled with old Time Magazines
Sled Devou Park hills in a deep midwinter snow
And watch the seasons turn, as Ohio River flowed

And those voices from the past are all around me
And they echo up through time, right to today.
So say hello, and say goodbye
And sing, “American Pie,”
And toast it all tonight at Frank’s Cafe.

Now, once upon a time,
This old bar and grill bore my grandfather’s name.
I step inside for just one night
To the sounds of karaoke Don McLean.

And these locals raise their beers to a barkeep they’d never known
And the guy behind the tape machine hands me the microphone
As they gather in that pub, like they’ve done a thousand nights
I stand in that small spotlight, and sing with all my might.

And those voices from the past are all around me
And they echo up through time, right to today.
So say hello, and say goodbye
And sing, “American Pie,”
And toast it all tonight at Frank’s Cafe.

Discography

"Songs for the Time Being"
Released 2001.
Selfish Giant Records

"Gloria Dei Nights Sampler"
Released 2003
Gloria Dei Nights Coffeehouse

"Just Grounds Live"
Released 2004
Selfish Giant Records