Song #4: The Jar

Wow... what a week... what a month. Here is the fourth song of this adventure, once again it is absolutely different than any other song I have created... every week I seem to surprise myself with what comes out and I am always left with the feeling of "What was that?! And where did it come from?". Needless to say I love this song- I could pick it to pieces AND I love it. This has been one of the craziest and most rewarding months I have had in ages, I look forward to summarizing this first month's experience in a blog post that I will put together in the next few days.

Thanks again to you, the comments and love you’ve been sending my way are so welcomed and appreciated- Derek Rust, Syd, the Westres, the Monks, Matty Brown, Decline, Stewart, damn... you guys are gold. My fellow musicians and foragers of BOOM Egus, Nicole, and my beautiful constantly supportive wife Michelle... I love you all. Kind of overwhelmed with gratitude right now. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.

Here is... THE JAR.





Title: The Jar
Length: 3:32
Lyrics:

It was morning, It was sunlight, It was ancient, It was godless,
It was holy, In the morning. In the morning.

In the morning, it was hopeless, It was perfect. In the morning,
It was coatless, It was worthless, It was blooming, It was boring.

In the morning, It was virgin, On the verge of, something certain,
It was morning. It was pregnant, It was pavement, In the morning,

In the morning, It was ocean, It was open, It was old friend,
It was oh hell lets overlook the pretence and dive head first...


I try to keep all my friends in a pub down the road,
Just beneath a light blub that needs changing.

The shadows afford me the space that I need just in case they find out that I’m crazy.

A pause in the song, a moments that’s gone,
The shadows escort me out quickly.
And take me to my prison cell...

I try to keep this old world in a jar at the back of the shed,
Where the children are ageing.

With the door on the shed pulled tightly and locked,
It can feel like that jar doesn’t change me.

I hear it at night, that chorus of trains, Charging in every direction.
to Take me to my prison cell...

So I can feel at home, this fire's alive,
it swallows the night and leaves me with nothing but comfort,
Try to cut through the flames and find that its pain
Is nothing much more than a sunburn,

I try to keep my own mind from itself
Cause a sheet and light can be so damn convincing,

There's no looking behind but the voice starts to shake anytime
that I turn and stop listening.

It screams and pushes the nails through the mirage
And I watch as the jaded emerges,
And takes me back to my Prison cell.

I try to keep all I love in a room with a view and a door that’s been broken for ages,
I check in when I can- face pressed on the glass that I built for its general safeness.

Smile and blow them a kiss
And try to pretend that there's something about this that is sacred,
And turn to walk back to my prison cell...

So I can feel at home, this fire's alive,
It swallows the night and leaves me with nothing but comfort,
Try to cut through the flames and find that its pain is nothing much more than a sunburn,
So burn me now, burn me now.

I tried to keep whole self in a jar.