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September
04:29
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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 |
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The Door Blues
03:25
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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.
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Good Time to Fall
04:25
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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? |
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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 |
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Worse With Me
03:59
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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 |
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