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A Bleeding Pen [2015]
04:29
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I’ve thought a lot about this song, but didn’t know quite what to say
I’ve got a long word count, even with a blank page
And I’m sorry, it’s something I really can’t convey
But I hope you’ll take these notes and give’em a place to stay
You know about all the shitty things I’ve done,
but you don’t seem to pay them any mind
And you know about all the times when I was wrong,
but you never let me leave without making your love known
I wasn’t cold that one time, even if I was coughing
I had you by my side, and we were both laughing
You sit there all calm, even when I’m just trashing
Ready to kiss my head when it's busy and aching
I’ve thought a lot about this song, but didn’t know quite what to say
It’s not a long word count, but what can words really say?
"The mind bears more than the word can convey"
My love doesn’t need a bleeding pen
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Bruises [2016]
03:16
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Years [2016]
06:04
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Well I'm sick and tired of writing all these sad songs
As if I've got nothing else to say
When, really, all I do is stare into your eyes and
think about how wondrous it is
to be alive
I'm lying in your arms like an ocean
and I ain't got nothing I’d like to say
and the only pain is the one in my legs
from walking all around Manhattan, man
and so I stay
And your heart is like the butcher's knife
it cuts deep into my flesh
And we are like the trees I see
just chillin in the wind, all back-and-forth-like
Well I'm sick and tired of all the sad things
that I think about and have to say
When, really, all I do at night is bask in your glory and
cry only when I think about the pain
of all the joy
And your skin is like the world to me
and your eyes are like the smoke I see
when I'm breathin out the window like,
"ahhhh"
And your mind is like the diamond-kind
It speaks when it listens deep
and if only I could pierce it for a moment, I could die
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Lyrics:
I always wanted to fly away
I thought I saw you on the street today
When I hear you, please don't stay away
I feel the ocean on my mind today
But I have gotten time and I think,
Will you always be the one
taking all my memory?
Will you always be the one
signals all that's good in me?
I could understand your mind
if only I could hear from Thee
But I can't understand you're hiding-all-your-loving free
I was alright until today
Always tryin nine-to-five to be
the one worthy of your time, and see
This is all I had in mind, in me
I couldn't hear another voice in D
And I have gotten time and I think
Will you always be the one
sending all my sins away?
Will you always be the one
frightening the death of me?
If I could understand your mind,
I'd get you here to sit and stay
So I guess I understand you're hiding-all-your-loving free
I was alright until today
I couldn’t be alright until today
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Unhappy [2016]
03:50
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The trees are gone, and where am I?
“Frightened and alone,” he says,
But I don’t believe a thing
“Frightened and alone,” he says,
But I don’t believe a goddamn thing
We fucked all night, and I don’t feel good today
We fucked all night, but I don’t feel good today
“Maybe it’s ‘cause you forgot the rumors about me”
“Maybe it’s ‘cause you forgot your place”
I never wanted to be this way, man—didn’t I tell you that?
I ain’t never wanted to be this way, man—didn’t I tell you that?
Didn’t I tell you that?
Coulda swore I told you that
The trees a—but you already know that
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Oars Rowing [2016]
04:36
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Well, you stepped into the sanctuary
With your offering in your hand
And you walked up to the preacher
And extended it to him
And you thought that he'd be happy
And you expected some applause
But the preacher took it from you
And he gave you only laws
And you thought,
"Oh...where'd it go?"
And you said,
"Oh...what happened?"
And you're reading all the pamphlets
And you remember all the lines
All the sacrifices you've made
All the years that've gone by
And you're sitting in your room
And you're not getting any younger
And you know that someday
You’ll die
And it's not getting any easier
Getting by
And you thought that you'd be happy
And you expected some response
But the sea was cold and silent
And you were given only loss
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7. |
Jack Holloway Brooklyn, New York
-Author,
"Hands of Doom"
-Lead singer / guitarist, The Heavens
-Born in
Portland, raised in Seattle, based in Brooklyn,
multinstrumentalist,
producer, writer,
photographer,
director, activist, preacher.
-Renaissance Queer.
-For bookings: morbidxinstinct@gmail.com
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