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Not The Wine
04:20
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Knock me out so I can sleep
Wake up just to see
I’ve been a kid on Christmas Eve
Every night lately
It makes me blue
It makes me shine
It’s something new
It’s not the wine
Walking out in Hollywood Cemetery sun
All my thoughts are new now
The road has just begun
I’ve been losing track of time
To keep in touch with you
It’s a given - a win/win
Live it all - lose nothing
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2. |
Water On Fire 2009
02:59
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Trashcan in the sink
It’s getting hard to think
Head’s pounding hard
Dogs barking in the yard
I can’t hear the metronome
I can’t hear a thing
But everything howls
And everything rings
Feels like we’re on a ship
And the water’s on fire
Feels like we’re on a ship
And it just might sink
If it don’t burn up first
Driving the 150
Feeling kinda shitty
Thought our day had been made
Til we hit a bucket parade
Driving pretty slow
With a Chicago Overcoat
Crossing Willy’s Bridge
Like they had all courage
So take a number, take a seat
It’s one of those games you can’t cheat
Nothin from somethin
And somethin from nothin
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3. |
Revelry #2
03:57
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Ghost to ghost, today
I think it’s time I got away
I gave this place the best of me
There’s nothing left to save
I couldn’t be what I ain’t
All in all I’m fine
Loading up the gun takes time
And as long as you’re taking aim
You can play all night
But I want back in the game
One of these days I’ll be free
I won’t have to run these haunted streets
One of these days when I’m out of reach
And I’ve quit shaking my own tree
It’ll be bittersweet revelry
There’s no doubt today
There’s no thinking I should stay
There’s no faith left to lose
And shit to prove
There’s just wings for the move
Hell knows, baby
We may meet on a sunlit street
Hell knows, lately
The darkness is all I see
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4. |
Ribshot
05:15
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You said, “There’s nothing for the pain.”
As you drew black hearts on a windowpane
I said, “Yeah there may be nothing,
But it’s something all the same.”
Drying up in conversation
From the never-ending rain
You broke a rib off just to see
If I could get through to you again
Restless in pieces on the day they left us with
Shattered on the pavement, scattered to the wind
I said, “I can handle all the pain,
It’s the hope that spins me down the drain.”
You said, “Yeah some nights I’d kill to not feel a fucking thing.
My haunted head spins and rings
The silence cuts through everything
I’m in the back of an ambulance
Biting down to hold back screams.”
There’s no pill to kill the stillness here
Nowhere to disappear
Restless legs keep me awake
But it’s pointless now
To run away
It’s a mood that don’t give a shit about you
But it’s nothing new
And there’s nothing to do
As everything goes black
And blue again
Hey, I know it’s not always there
But there is a light
Yeah, it ain’t much
But it beats the night
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5. |
Deadends
03:39
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The haunted mile, quiet and still
A bag full of weed, a purse full of pills
The emptiness, the crowded hills
It’s enough to drive anyone to kill
But there’s nothing left to burn here
In this twisted little turn here
Nothing left to learn here
There’s some roads that just dead-end and disappear
The haunted mile, quiet and still
Soaking in the scenery, the blood we’ve spilled
For all night thrills, morning chills
It’s enough to drive anyone to kill
The windows to your soul are painted black
I’m hoping one day you find your way out of the glass
There’s still a field in the middle zone where you can
Be more than the grass grown over the bones
Grab your scissors for the hairpin turn
A clean cut out of reverse
One last picture to glue into verse
Then pull the thread, disintegrate
This black mold sweater
This Jupiter weather
This helium tether
This hydrogen nevermore
Dead-ended and disappeared
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6. |
Ultraviolets #2
04:19
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Dismembered and emaciated
There’s no way to anticipate it
The pain is underrated
You learn how to make it
I’ve been staring at your paintings
Of the Martians and the dead
The cats call me a zombie
And I’m singing for my meds
The flowers in the windowsill
In the 2nd frame still kill
The ultraviolets bleed into my eyes
Shut ‘em and I see you tonight
Misgendered and elated
There’s no way to escape it
The joy is underrated
They teach you how to fade it
I’m all colored out
I’m all lit up
I’m winding down
I’m all lit up
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Jeremy White Richmond, Virginia
Artist working out of Richmond, VA. Experimenting with words and sounds.
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