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Songs About You- EP

by Jessica Marsh

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1.
September 04:29
September: September’s blushing leaves kiss our feet | As summer flies away with the rich & the geese | Your back wood fire burns down to an ember | The yard work's done, & you feel better | In September there's time to do a crossword | You wear wool sweaters in this heartening kind of cold | & This coffee’s trying to warm me up but it’s taste is getting stale | Like this season’s patient beauty, oh it doesn’t prevail | September is your chance to make a change | Life’s comedies and tragedies haven’t had a chance to rain on your parade | You feel the fading minutes of sunshine on your shoulders | As the days get shorter, & you get older | Oh I cherish, the innocence in September | I was so much younger in the fall | Now I cheat, & I swear, & I lie & I don’t feel bad at all | Now February’s backdrop is a grey & dreary mess | The snow’s too weak to sparkle, & the wind won’t take a rest | September was my chance to make a change | Life’s comedies & tragedies hadn’t had a chance to rain on my parade | I feel the fading minutes of sunshine on my shoulders | As the days get shorter, & I get older | Oh I wish I had the innocence of September | This winter's so stubborn it doesn’t want to go | It's scorning me deep down to my sinful bones | Where’s my optimism & why’s it painted blue | How did I get down this blistery road & where does it lead to? | September was my chance to make a change | Life’s comedies & tragedies hadn’t had a chance to rain on my parade | I feel the fading minutes of sunshine on my shoulders | As the days get shorter, & I get older | Oh I wish I had the innocence | Oh I miss, I miss the innocence | Oh it's bliss the innocence| In September |
2.
The Door Blues: You don’t love me | But you’ve said it, so many times before | & I think that your leavin' is better for the door | Its been slammed so many times, baby | & locked to keep you out | So go on and leave it alooo-nn-ee | You ain’t welcome in my home | I loved you, baby, & I don’t know why | 'Cause your bad boy repuation | Was more than an image, more than a line| & I trusted you | To do the right thing, but you never did, you just| Kept on livin', expectin' me to fit in | So go on & leave it alooo-nn-ee | You ain’t welcome anymore | & you came home so late (so late) | Drunk as a drunk (as a drunk) | You slammed the door when you came in | & when you left before | So quit walkin’ on my door mat (my door mat) | & quit stompin’ over my heart (over my heart) | Yeah, I think that your leavin’ is better for the door, baby | Better better better, baby better better better | Baby Better better better, Baby better better better | It’s been tired of your shoes | It’s got the mad door blues.
3.
GOOD TIME TO FALL: Well there I go rambling down Memory Lane | My runaway heart probably thinks I’m insane | ‘Cause I fall in and out of bravery | Oh it’s wicked & wonderful, this anxiety | ‘Cause here we are and I can’t grab a nerve | To tell you what I think we both deserve | It would take only one breath to say it | But these simple words are so complicated | Welcome to the circus inside of my mind | We’re riding the Ferris wheel you & I | With your uncertain heart & your knowing smile | It wouldn’t be too hard to kiss me, while | We’re up so high, we could fall with the stars | Now would be a good time to fall | Some days I see myself in your clever blue eyes | Promises flickerin’ like fireflies | & There my heart goes, stubborn, off on a limb | Boy, it’s bad to play if you don’t let me win, oh| Welcome to the circus inside of my mind | We’re riding the Ferris wheel you & I | With your uncertain heart & your knowing smile | It wouldn’t be too hard to kiss me, while | We’re up so high, we could fall with the stars | Now would be a good time to | Fall not knowing if you’ll catch me | & I know I’m mixing dreams with reality | But if you hold me in your eyes | Maybe you’ll realize | Welcome to the circus inside of my mind | We’re riding the Ferris wheel you & I | With your uncertain heart & your pretty smile | It wouldn't be too hard to kiss me, kiss me | We’re up so high, we could fall with the stars | Now would be a good time to fall, baby fall | Oh, my runaway heart, doesn’t justify my bruises | My puzzlement with love & the energy it uses | To beat so fast when you walk by | Oh runaway heart, could you try? | Stubborn heart, pretty heart | Pretty please could you try? |
4.
SONG ABOUT A CURLY HAIRED BOY: This is how the story went | I kissed a boy by accident | The way he knew how to hold my hand | Made me think we knew each other | & the way that he said he was crazy about me | Took me by surprise & I couldn’t see clearly | His words were so pretty like the thoughts I had | I fell for every one, the good & the bad | & maybe I’m bitter, but isn’t it sweet | All his pretending made me see that | I’m better than the song he played for me on his guitar | Borrowed words will only get him so far | & this time is the last time I try to understand | How to tell if he’s a boy or a man | The lies on his lips Don’t match the look on his face | He’s leaving fingerprints all over the place | He thinks he’s so cool smokin’ cigarettes | I guess that’s why I couldn’t smell potential regret | & maybe I’m lonely, but it’s not so bad | I like it more than what we never had | I’m better than the song he played for me on his guitar | Borrowed words will only get him so far | & this time is the last time I try to understand | How to tell if he’s a boy or a man | Don’t start the story with, "baby I’m sorry" | Don’t say you remember our lips feel good together | Don’t look at me like that, with confusion on your brow | Boy you gotta know what I’m talking about | I’m better than the song you played for me on your guitar | Borrowed words will only get you so far | & this time is the last time I try to understand that | I’m better than the song you played for me on your guitar | Borrowed words will only get you so far | & this time is the last time I try to understand How to tell if you're a boy or a man |
5.
La la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la la | Sorry if I seem a little bit blunt | It would be best I do less drinking | 'Cause in the morning I’ll probably regret you | I guess I’d rather do less thinking, oh | I wanna trade you a sin for a sin | Get it on like in the movies, only hotter | I’m not addicted to anything yet, but | You could be the habit I fall for | I could give your hands something to do | You would feel like a man & look so cool | You’ll get addicted like nicotine | But it’ll be worse with me | Cause all I wanna do, like right now | Is make out like we were 16 & we were | Dancin', dancin' on the gym floor |& you’re holding my hips but you wanna hold more, baby | I could give your hands something to do | You would feel like a man & look so cool | You’ll get addicted like nicotine | But it’ll be worse with me | Worse with me baby | Don’t change your mind now | I don’t want my honesty to freak you out | Just cause you don’t say it | Doesn’t mean you’re not thinkin’ it | So let me prove baby, to you | I could give your hands something to do | You would feel like a man & look so cool, so | I could give your hands something to do | You would feel like a man & look so cool | You’ll get addicted like nicotine | But it’ll be, it'll be worse, oh | It'll be worse oh, oh | It'll be worse with me | La la la, la la la la la la la |

about

Since the ripe age of two, Jessica Marsh has been belting country songs about heartache, whiskey, and growing up. A powerhouse vocalist and a songwriter at heart, this songstress is lyrically driven by what’s witty, honest, and relatable.

Now at age 24, these years of playing & writing have lead to inevitable growth, knowledge and direction as is proven in Jessica’s new songs. It’s clear that this is a girl who has something to say.

Since moving from her hometown of Salmon Arm, BC to attend MacEwan University’s Music Program in 2008, Jessica has become an active member of the music industry in Alberta in many aspects. With her backing band “The Whiskey Pissers”, she began playing shows and festivals across Western Canada in support of her 2010 release titled “Songs About You”.

A true language artist, Jessica nimbly spins webs of lyrics to create the quirky puns, shrewd metaphors, and steely ironies that fill the record. The fact that she executes these lingual exercises in a clear, unaffected voice makes the ride all the more fun.

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released July 11, 2010

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