Use Joy Or Beat Old (B​-​Sides​/​Unfinished Material)

by Jonathan Something

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released June 3, 2017

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

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Track Name: Out On Death Row
I was on holding on that 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 than there is death done up all nice
Some get both and some get neither one at all
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
Now I'm nibbling on their famous humble pie
Until my sweet tooth gets its whits and says goodbye

I was living at this home called Gentle Breeze
Once a year I'd get a visit from my neice
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 doctor’s they’re all sucking at my blood
Hooked to morphine and a little Georgia mud
Pulling vials from between their white coat seems
Got a tonic to relieve 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, your 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 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 one 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 in the ground
Is a magazine and something strong and brown
Track Name: Thank You For The Violets
Thanking 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
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
Then I gave the rest to you
And you smiled like you do

Saw the necromancer
In his garden clothes
He was in the flowers
With the indigos
I asked if he could speak to Elvis
Told me “The King, he was not dead”
If I was ere’ to see him
Thank him for the violets
Thank him for the violets
Thank you for the violets
Thank 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
And all that I ask is for light when I’m lost
Not some magical syncretic voodoo

I heard a voice in 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
And 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
And all that I ask for is light when I’m lost
Not some magical syncretic voodoo
Track Name: For All My Life
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 question every answer
And to never look at life in hindsight

I brought my donkey to a horses show
Everyone laughed; they thought he was a joke
Just want my donkey to feel love, 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 question every answer
And to never look at life in 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 just rearrange 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 question every answer
And to never look at life in hindsight
For all my life
For all my life
For all my life
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 he's 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 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 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: 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

and 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

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

and 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

however could I be unhappy when I'm on my way to be
and extraordinary asshole with a bachelor's degree
and I say I'm fine
Track Name: Naked & Lonely
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 some how
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 a checkout line
Behind 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 whore

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
Track Name: Thanks A Lot
You are not me, I am not you
Is there not something better
you would care to do?

Such as living like a martyr,
licking every young lass
Leaving your scent behind
on every young ass
How does your inspiration last?

I am not you, you are not me
There must be limits to it all
Oh can’t you see

You cannot do all that you wish to
so reprehensibly
You’d kill yourself
and then you’d blame it on me
That is a sight I’d like to see
Done up in dumb frivolity

You are not we and we’re not us
I see not
any further reason to discuss

How you extorted then abandoned
Your own empire’s trust
Building your castle out of
cum and blood lust
Then burned it all to nothing
at the first sign of rust
And still you far exceed the fuss
Like some pseudo-electric Oedipus

I am not I and you are not
You left your essence
Somewhere in a cardboard box

Then you picked up all your winnings
And you left me to rot
Made your decision
Even if you got caught
I do appreciate the thought
I hope you’re well and thanks a lot