more from
Solitaire Recordings

Outlandish Poetica

by Jonathan Something

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $7 USD  or more

     

  • Cassette + Digital Album

    Jonathan Something's Outlandish Poetica on a limited edition run of 50 cassettes. J Card w' Red Cassette

    Includes unlimited streaming of Outlandish Poetica via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days
    edition of 50 

      $8 USD or more 

     

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Beautifully handcrafted CDs made from our hands to your mouth

    Includes unlimited streaming of Outlandish Poetica via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 7 days
    edition of 100 

      $12 USD or more 

     

1.
2.
03:37
3.
04:36
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
01:56
9.
10.
11.

about

Hailing from Brooklyn, Connecticut (not to be confused with Brooklyn, New York), Jonathan Something is the musical project of writer, producer and multi-instrumentalist, Jon Searles. His first single 'Outlandish Poetica' is a rather cheery depiction of a surreal nightmare in which Boston Celtics legend Larry Bird and the 86' All Star basketball team inexplicably ambush Jonathan Something, brutally beating him and robbing him of his money. 

The track takes the best of many hallmark acts, without being able to put your finger on one particular sound. The track has the production value of The Black Keys's El Camino, the songwriting style of Wilco's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, the aura of Beck's Mellow Gold, the peculiarity of The Flaming Lips' Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots, the story telling of The Mountain Goats' The Sunset Tree and the satirical lyrics of Kimya Dawson and The Moldy Peaches.

The songs' expressive imagery and vivid storytelling are a perfect preface to the forthcoming album, also named Outlandish Poetica. As anti-folk made light of folk music, Outlandish Poetica creates an almost anti-blues/anti-rock style that masters classic sounds while still mocking the perceived seriousness in the established music scenes. While on the surface, the track may feel very satirical, the song somehow takes this very quality and makes it emotive and heartwarming in it's very own, unique way. 

credits

released November 7, 2018

All songs written, played, recorded, produced, mixed & mastered all songs by Jonathan Searles

Big Thanks to Lynne & John Searles and Lorenzo Cook-Gillis
Artwork by Dz Gan
Press Shots by Gabby Jones

(C) 2018 Solitaire Recordings
(P) 2018 Jonathan Something

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Jonathan Something Connecticut

Jonathan Something is the musical outfit of multi-instrumentalist Jon Searles, resulting from a love for Baroque Pop, Rock & Roll, and Realism

contact / help

Contact Jonathan Something

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Outlandish Poetica
I am somewhere in between the silver surfer’s dreams
Of Fantastic-4 erotica and doing something mean
Oh will someone please just stop me ‘fore I say something obscene
I’m not intending to offend I’m simply trying to set the scene
So there I was just walking down the middle of the street
When in flies Larry Bird and the ’86 All Star Team

I said hey Larry man, yes its been a real long time
He said oh Jonny Baby could you maybe spare a dime?
I said I’m sorry Lar’ but I just don’t carry that kind of cash
Not since the great depression and that whole stock market crash
He said okay I understand, I’ve picked up on your clue
And that was that and Larry and the whole team off they flew

So I just kept a walking 2 or 3 feet at a time
Until I found myself a standin’ where the sun don’t seem to shine
Despite the lack of sunlight the reality was clear
I was currently residing halfway up somebody’s rear
I yelled up to the heavens and the heavens yelled right back
A monumental roar that knocked me flat out on my ass

Suddenly I’m sitting in the belly of the beast
The beast and all his brothers are just staring back at me
I feel like saying something, but before I get to speak
I’m upside down and bleeding, cut wide open cheek to cheek
They do the sacrificial dance and feed me to the boar
But I come back resurrected 10 times better than before

Now with one eye split wide open and 5 women on one arm
I tell the beastly brothers that I mean no one no harm
I grab my shoes and jacket and start to walk out the door
But then I realize my trousers feel much lighter than before
It must have been my ego that had blinded me to see
That I’d been bested by the one and only number “33”

Larry Bird really pulled the wool over me, uh huh
Track Name: Tell Me
Tell me it’s not a mistake
Look me in the face and say
That you really want it
To be this way

Tell me it’s how it should be
Just I, you and me
Only us three
Is that what you see?

Cause I don’t wanna break your heart
And I don’t wanna make you cry
I don’t wanna take so long that you move right along and die

Tell me is this all there is?
Just us doing that and this and that and this
And that and this and that and this

Ahhh tell me
Is this what you want no not what you need
Cause I want you to breath believe me I want you to

I don’t wanna break your heart
I don’t wanna make you cry
I don’t wanna take so long that you move right along and die

And I don’t wanna break your heart
And I don’t wanna make you cry
I don’t wanna take so long that you move right along and die
Track Name: A Fan
I really like your face
It’s like the one I want
It’s been up there on display
And I’d love to try it on

But I can’t afford the price
No I can’t afford to buy it
Could you help me?
With anything you can

I was born with both my arms
But they soon disappeared
I’m not sure where they’ve gone
They’re usually right here

But I can’t afford the price
For another pair
Could you help me?
I could really use a hand

No I can’t afford the price
For another pair
Could you help me?
I could really use a hand

I used to be a man
But now I’m just a girl
I’m doing what I can
To make it in the world

But I can’t afford the fight
No I can’t afford to fight it
Could you help me?
I could really use a fan
No I can’t afford the fight
No I can’t afford to fight it
Could you help me?
I could really use a fan [x3]
Track Name: Happy Day
You wear your skin like it's covered in sin
And all the black muck never does wash away
In the shower for more than an hour
Tryna scrub-a-dub all the bad junk away

You think that it's oh you think that it's over
You think that's over, my my happy day!
And then it comes back my way

Holy roller, perched up on your shoulders
Tryna find the way the new wind will blow
While he's up there, scolded by his mother
You can't turn a fact into a fiction no

You think that it's oh you think that it's over
You think that's over, you think that it's over, you think you're okay
And then it comes back later in the evening that day

You think that it's oh you think that it's over
You think that's over, you think that it's over, you think you're okay

You ever think you've got it down to a science
Then it kicks you in the teeth and it asks you
If you're doing OK?
Track Name: Out On Death Row
I was holding on a phone call from above
I guess the union dues I sent just weren't enough
And now I'm waiting while they process what I owe
Three hail Mary's, both my arms and a few toes

There are several kinds of endings to a life
There is death then there is death done up all nice
Some get both and some get neither one at all
And you don’t get a say in how those pieces fall

At the restaurant where fruitless freaks lay rule
For eternity they cook me like their fool
And now I'm nibbling on their famous humble pie
Until my sweet tooth gets its wits and says goodbye

I was living at this home called Gentle Breeze
Once a year I'd get a visit from my niece
Oh my lord or lord my savior pretty please
Don't I know it, she just wants my property!

See the seasons play their tricks out on death row
While the women dance eternal a-go-go
All done up in black and singing you their curse
What a relief knowing it can’t get much worse

Now the doctors they’re all sucking at my blood
Hooked to morphine and a pinch of Georgia mud
Pulling vials from between their white coat seams
Got a tonic to relieve my fever dreams

But their poultices are screwing with my head
I see fairies now when ere I near my bed
And blue demons and those ghastly beasts of yore
They coming howling at me thrice a day or more

Oh their wickedness surrounds me like a fog
Come on baby put me down like your sick dog
I’m your martyr, you’re my copper colored queen
I’ll bring sandwiches you bring your 43

See the seasons play their tricks out on death row
While the women dance eternal a-go-go
All done up in black and singing you their curse
What a relief knowing it can’t get much worse

I’m the only single honey here tonight
And my coin purse is filled with whippets and wet wipes
All the masters and the servants at the bar
Eye my fast decaying body from afar

Someone shouted hey your number’s being called
Tuck your shirt in, stand up straight against that wall
Number 47 sign here on this line
We got reading glasses if the print’s too fine

Seems like I’m the foreign one this time around
The only English speaking senor in this town
All I ask for when they put me underground
Is a magazine and something strong and brown

See the seasons play their tricks out on death row
While the women dance eternal a-go-go
All done up in black and singing you their curse
What a relief knowing it can’t get much worse
Track Name: Thank You For The Violets
Up in Massachusetts
With my tongue zip tied
Who could dare undo it?
Heaven knows I’ve tried
Making my way up top the mountain
Halfway I almost turned back down
If it weren’t for the passion of the party
Surely I’d have turned around

Bought an apple fritter
With a credit card
I thought it was delicious
Though, a little hard
I’d say it sat out for an hour
No more than one hour or two
I ate half the fritter
And then I gave the rest to you
And you just smiled like you do

Saw the necromancer
In his garden clothes
He was in the flowers
Near the indigos
I asked him, “Can you speak to Elvis?”
He told me that “The King, he was not dead”
And he spoke low, “If you’re ere to see him
Please thank him for the violets
Please thank him for the violets”
Thanking you for the violets
Thanking you for the violets
Track Name: All That I Ask
You came to me in a feverish dream
With the smell on your breath of another
Let me down softly I’m begging you please
For I need now a friend more than ever

All that I ask is a dance in the dark
With a woman who knows me like you do
All that I ask for is light when I’m lost
Not some magical syncretic voodoo

I heard a voice through a midwinter’s chill
Saying “carry yourself through the weather”
Wouldn’t you know it, the spring, when it came
Then my feet felt as light as a feather

All that I ask is a dance in the dark
With a woman who knows me like you do
All that I ask is for light when I’m lost
Not some magical syncretic voodoo

I took a walk through a memory past
From a bridge, spitting into the water
That day to me was the coming of Christ
And you were the savior’s daughter

All that I ask is a dance in the dark
With a woman who knows me like you do
All that I ask for is light when I’m lost
Not some magical syncretic voodoo [x2]
Track Name: Fine
I am falling to pieces in the dugout of my old middle school
Bathed in moonlight and bathing in my own spit and drool

As I break the silence, saying to the air, "Let's fight!"
A small child pokes its head in and asks if I am alright
And I say I'm fine
He’s fine
I say I'm fine
So fine

I cut my finger on the stem of a martini glass
I held it too hard in one hand and broke it right in half

As I break the silence saying "whoops oh silly me"
Would somebody call my vampire? He'll come lick this blood off me
And I say I'm fine
He’s fine
I say I'm fine
So fine
I say I'm fine
He’s fine
I say I'm fine
So fine

However could I feel unhappy when I'm on my way to be
And extraordinary asshole with a bachelor's degree
And I say I'm fine
He’s fine
I say I'm fine
So fine
I say I'm fine
He’s fine
I say I'm fine
So fine
I say I’m fin
Track Name: Sunday, July 26
An Indian man with a bright orange hat fixes his brim for it must have gone flat
His yellow vest seems to float flawlessly large as he’s met by a dwarf whom I’m guess is in charge
Cause he tells him “quit foolin’ around get back to your job”
Which consisted of moving a broom back and forth on the train station floor as a girl in a sparkly shirt and a gimp in her step fakes a laugh, which sounds more like a sob

A Korean boy dances in place near the track on top of a warning that says to “stand back”
I’m guessing he probably plays DDR from his move set it’s safe to assume he’s a star
Where he comes from. We get on the train. He draws samurai swords
I watch for a while but he gets lost in thinking of ideas and sooner or later I start to get bored

I watch a plump girl eat a meal in her seat. It looks like weird chicken or some foreign meat
The walls are all lined in a fake wood grain mess. She catches me staring; my eyes hit the deck.
And I can’t help but smile as it all just reminds me of home
The wood grain that is not the weird chicken girl who is currently sideways and talking real soft on her phone

A black fella struts with one pant leg rolled up, right off the train to the bed of his truck
A middle aged white woman watches him leave and I bet she’s a racist, but looks can deceive
Hey maybe she’s just got a thing for black men and afros
But if I was to judge by the look on her face she’ll most likely get home and tell her husband David or Richard or Harry she came within inches of being assaulted cause that’s just the way that it goes

The woman across from me looks like a peacock. She wears a blue shawl, purple shoes and a tank top
She must have at least 15 rings on each finger. Yes, easily 15 I’d say and it figures
She’s reading a paperback novel; I can’t read the name.
I wish that I could but I’m guessing, don’t quote me here, that it has something to do with a hunky young male in his 30s who sweeps up the girl who’s small life is just spinning in on end with no loss or no gain
Because it’s all just the same

I get off the track at the Providence station. The Korean boy passes me looking impatient
The weird chicken girl stares me down with a grin. I wonder if my life has yet to begin
And I think I’m the girl in the novel I just synthesized
Minus the hunky young man in his 30s, I’ve got no love story I just feel like each day starts and ends boring.
I wake up and walk through the motions each morning then pass through the day till I end up just closing my eyes

Yes minus the hunky young man in his 30s, I’ve got no love story I just feel like each day starts and ends boring.
I wake up and walk through the motions each morning then pass through the day till I end up just closing my eyes [x2]

That was the day I rode on the train, July 26, from Back Bay to Providence Station
Track Name: For All My Life (Bonus Track)
I sold my loving to the girls next door
They bought it all and then they asked for more
Hey won’t you leave some of it for the poor?

I saw my demon on 395
Pulled over, asked if he could use a ride
Sometimes you have to love the things you hide from

For all my life
I’ve been looking for the answer
To a question that was never worded right
And I know it’s trite
Oh to be questioning the answers
And to never look at life through hindsight

I brought my donkey to a horses show
Everyone laughed; thought he was a joke
Just want my donkey to feel loved, you know?

I am the drummer in a cover band
We only cover songs by Steely Dan
They call us Aja & The Royal Scamps

For all my life
I’ve been looking for the answer
To a question that was never worded right
And I know it’s trite
Oh to be questioning the answers
And to never look at life through hindsight

She walked right out of some French fairy tale
Eating foie gras and drinking Belgian ale
Surprised she wasn’t sucking down a snail

You know the girl she’s got a PHD
She don’t need no one no she don’t need me
I’m out here rearranging the ABCs

For all my life
I’ve been looking for the answer
To a question that was never worded right
And I know it’s trite
Oh to be questioning the answers
And to never look at life through hindsight
For all my life
For all my life
For all my life
Track Name: Naked & Lonely (Bonus Track)
It’s such a thoughtless thing
An effort not to bring
Yourself to love
Or to be loved, or want to be in love
Or all of the above

I saw a photograph
Of someone in a laugh
He looks so foreign
To me right now and yet somehow
I think I’m starting to know him

And now that I’m here
Naked and lonely
Through an eyeful of tears
I see how I was the phony

Here in the checkout line
Next to a girl so fine
She heals my burdens with just her eyes
Then swallows me alive
And I’m reborn

Oh what an ugly game
The one that people play
We shoot ourselves full of desperate lies
And then untie the belt and pay the whores

And now that I’m here
Naked and lonely
Through an eyeful of tears
I see how I was the phony

There is a song I wrote
I wrote it long ago
I sang it to you
And then you cried
I sing it time to time with no one in mind

There is no secret to
Being a good recluse
You just neglect all
The ones you love, even yourself
And only live to breathe and be ignored

And now that I’m here
Naked and lonely
Through an eyeful of tears
I see how I was the phony
I see how I was the phony

If you like Jonathan Something, you may also like: