Jesse Jones's Audio

Lyrics:

Hey son,
have a heyday.
I am a man made
family treason,
crimson season
on the cattle shore,

in the market swap -
All this and more.

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Hey son,
this is no fun.

buildings are gonna blow up
fields of flowers grow
and you won’t ever know
why you hang around so

oh but the wheel is gonna turn
and the sun is gonna burn
and you may fall in love

One of my few piano songs to date, this one was written just after my cousin and long time best friend died and I was taking twenty one hours at shool, had solos in my ensembles and two jobs.

one of my few piano song to date, from what I recall I wrote this while dealing with an extremely passive aggressive roommate.
sloppy as hell recorded here but still worth a listen.

you've got noone left to turn to
no catapulting lovesick arms
I can be there when you need me
when you wake I can be gone
I can be your trampoline dream
I will throw you back in

I will never forget when we danced in the warm rain
Red wine stains on naked flesh
You were so beautiful the first time
You were so fragile the last time

Who are you?

Rain on a street light
and night's alright with me
I've got one request
and it's sittin in a shop window
and you
don't know what that means to me

But it's true
I've got nothing to lose

Still a snake, time slithers by
and you say the same thing
I reach for you
and you do the same thing

You Bite

Still a snake, patterns on your back
and you do the same thing

Driving off into a bright new future
Dotted lines
Rearview mirror suture

It's better this way it's better this way it's better this way

Rubber bands stretched out the words

I spoke with a killer again last night
his face was honest and his eyes were bright
he told me I was alright
as we stood in the midst of his dirty work