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Riann
04:37
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Blame it on the small town
Guardian angel meltdowns
But everything that you planned has fallen through
With all their voices amplified
And all your choices magnified
A hush falls over your crowd, all eyes on you
10 forks in 10 roads
No dress rehearsal
What's gone was sure
And you want reversal
Too bad, life turns
And drags you forward
Hey wandering rover
I'm one lane over
Riann, here's the bitter truth
I'm twice as lost as you
Riann, we'll work this out in time
Did you say that love's a hoax
And the aged are such lucky folks
'Cause they're much closer to god and heaven's door
Could that be a chemical imbalance?
You shine too bright to talk so dark
You're a princess all dolled up with no care to go
Unraveled mind
Could use restitching
It shows and god knows
Your feet are itching
To let loose, lace up
And just start running
It's not a crime to
I'm right behind you
Riann, here's the bitter truth
I'm twice as lost as you
Riann, we'll work this out in time
Riann, here's the bitter truth
I'm twice as lost as you
Riann, we'll work this out in time
A bended knee epiphany
If misery is what we want
Then we shall receive
Hey wandering rover
I'm one lane over
Riann, here's the bitter truth
I'm twice as lost as you
Riann, we'll work this out in time
Riann, here's the bitter truth
I'm twice as lost as you
Riann, we'll work this out in time
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Independence
04:26
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A scalding 4th
Sulfur over-reigns the amber waves of grain
This is America
She's just a kid
But growing up strong thanks to all that her mommies and daddies did
So blow out your candles darling
And we'll all sing
And aim our voices east towards the king
And we will celebrate our independence
A scalding 4th
And I haven't seen her since she moved so far away
But this is America
Where lovers are free
To turn 180 given the opportunity
So show up for maintenance darling
And douse my sparkler too
And cover my naked bottles of blue
I just can't celebrate this independence
Because it rains in July
And this smoke kills these eyes
And fireworks cause accidents
Which remind me of mine
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Sweet Wedding Bells
04:24
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Dear Sadie
It never feels that bad until they run away from you
Sweet lady
He never caught your eye until he played his song for you
And resisted you
12 roses
He rivaled god above
Pandora's music box played on while you were making love
To wedding bells
Sweet wedding Bells
He's waited
Hoping you'll stop pushing for a future pre-designed
Hooks baited
You've always loved a challenge but this one has broke the line
Oh and just in time
He know's he's nothing left to give
And it always seems so sudden when it ends
Now you're friends
Not even friends
With paper hearts in eyes you'll ask yourself
"If Bo and Hope can make it through then god, why can't I?"
Forever a bridesmaid
Forever impatient bride
12 roses and broken hearts to boot
The quest for endless love is on, all other points are moot
But Sadie you don't wanna love, you only wanna fill the suit
Sweet wedding bells
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Overnight Concierge
04:48
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7 ticks ago I was fast asleep
I woke up on the floor 'neath my smokey sheets
And I don't wanna go to work today
The boredom numbs my mind to brain pate
You'll say that it's better than hard work
You're probably right
So I'll search for my pants and I'll go
9:05pm is a quiet scene
With not a thing to watch on 11 screens
I wink into the mirror as I'm declared
The undisputed champ of solitaire
I swear that if vandals broke in
I don't know where I'd begin
I'd probably give them a hug
This is the place that I go
To kill time with Super Mario
To count each flake of falling snow as it dies against my window
I'm not slow, I'm not dumb
It's just sleep deprived delirium
And 4 short days 'til my paycheck comes and I'm outta here
For the weekend
3,942 holes in the ceiling
You're not believing me?
You best be, I counted them twice
This is the place that I go
To kill time with Super Mario
To count each flake of falling snow as it dies against my window
I'm not slow, I'm not dumb
It's just sleep deprived delirium
And 4 short days 'til my paycheck comes and I'm outta here
For the weekend
And even though the sun's just around the block
It's so dark beneath the thumb of the mighty clock
But deep beneath this robot workman's rust
Lies a journal full of songs collecting dust
I must be a dreamer at heart
With the notion to start
But too frightened to follow those dreams
8:05am brings my final rounds and
This gig is not as bad as I make it sound
No coworkers with colds for me to catch
And I've mastered drawing stairs on Etch-A-Sketch
I'll betchya
Tomorrow I'll smile
'Til then good morning, I'm going to bed
This is the place...
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Brushed Off By Julie Ray
03:55
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We paired sentences here
Shared a smile there
Spoke with our mutual match-making friends
She's a hard one to read
And man can't succeed
At translating signals she sends
But she's got a love that takes a hold of her
A laugh just like an overture
A mouth that's so kissable I can't look away
But lookin's all I'll do
In fear of the day I'll get
Brushed off by Julie Ray
'Cause I'll come on too strong
Or not enough
Yes it's happened before
You may call me absurd but
If I keep a distance
It stays a crush like I'm
14 forever
and no one gets hurt
She's the model of security
The last shred of human purity
And all of these words I'll eventually say
Just how she makes me feel
Then I'll count down the days 'til I'm
Brushed off by Julie Ray
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What a Day!
00:55
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(Instrumental)
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Give
05:08
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Lights on I probably shouldn't drive my car
Put another notch in my pint glass
For closing yet another bar
It ain't no thing
I still smile and I still sing
But it's fleeting
And it's a tragic song
My future on my plate and no desire to take a bite
'Cause life doesn't taste as good
When you're sitting at a table for one
I try to hold on
As I sigh to myself and say
"Well, things could be worse"
But I don't believe it
Please my god could you repay me?
Jesus, I don't need you to save me but
What I wouldn't give for one more day
Oh please my god it's getting tougher
Still, one day could never be enough but
What I wouldn't give
Who are my friends
To say I'll be back to my old self before too long?
Who are my in-laws
To say I'm young and I'll move on?
They can't feel my cold, silent nights
Of trying to fill a bed that's too damn big for one
Stop asking if I'm okay
I'm day-to-day
And pushing away all of those
Who only feel pity
Don't want your pity
But if would please my god, could you repay me?
Jesus, I don't need you to save me but
What I wouldn't give for one more day
Oh please my god it's getting tougher
Still, one day could never be enough but
What I wouldn't give
I don't feel so numb
In shadows of better days to come
But it's hard to clearly see through tears
Cold, silent nights
Of trying to fill a bed that's too damn big for one
Stop asking if I'm okay
I'm day-to-day
And pushing away all of those
Who only feel pity
Don't want your pity
But if would please my...
What I wouldn't give
Oh please my...
What I wouldn't give
For one more life with you
What I wouldn't give for one more life with you
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Trivial Pursuer
02:40
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Don't wake the girl
It's rare that she pauses
She tosses and turns in a bedroom ballet
Determining her most worthy of causes
And which one to fight today
The bad guys are in her way
And we'll all pay
She's a buxom-brazen mama out to fight the commonwealth
Why must she do it all?
Maybe if she set aside her arms she could learn to fix herself
Why must she do it all?
She flicked off the judge upon being pardoned
And chopped the remains of her family tree
And bulldozed the towns botanical garden
And set all the june bugs free
In unfounded sympathy and enmity
She's the trivial pursuer out to fight the commonwealth
Why must she do it all?
Maybe if she set aside her arms she could learn to fix herself
Why must she do it all?
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Not Home
04:25
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Gonna write a song that's just for me
To try and save my brain from all this primetime TV
The roof it stopped leaking
But the ceiling bears the stains
And the bugs keep on creeping
'Til I wash 'em down the drain
It's not home, it's not home
Nobody here knows who I am
I hail from Michigan where I've played every bar
You know where each house has two guns and five or six cars
And I bled for them and I sweat for them
I always did my thing
But they never stopped to listen 'cause
They'd rather watch the Wings
That's not home, that's not home
Nobody there heard who I am
Calling's are a funny thing, the shit they put you through
Like leaving all you love behind in hopes of selling tunes
The roof, it stopped leaking
But I'm sick from all the mold
And I'd go back to Michigan
But it's way too fucking cold
It's not home, it's not home
Nobody here, nobody there
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Jeremy Facknitz Colorado
Jeremy Facknitz' style, continuously optimistic despite past battles with depression and alcoholism, epitomizes the strength of such confessional greats as Jim Croce and Gordon Lightfoot, with an obvious wink to Michael Penn in the chord changes, a nod to Radiohead in the rule-breaking, and an appreciation for melody and structure that would make Elvis Costello feel the torch had been passed. ... more
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