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Jason Webley
Jason Webley


Информация
Дата рождения 1 июня 1974 г.
Откуда Seattle, Washington, United States
Жанры Folk
Punk Rock
Experimental
Gypsy Punk
Folk Punk
Годы 1996—н.в.
Лейблы Eleven Records
См. также Evelyn Evelyn
Сайт Website



Альбом Jason Webley


Against The Night (1999)
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Lullaby
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Hold onto these words, I'd like to think that they may offer some protection
Against the night
Against the night, life can feel transparent, a reflection
A trick of light

So when sleep just won't come, and you've got no occupation
But nibbling at the fruit of the melancholy tree
Just hold onto these words
Hold onto me

Just hold onto these words, the best I've got to offer at the moment
As a lullaby
As a lullaby, you can lay down by the tracks and feel the world slip by

So when sleep just won't come, and you've got no occupation
But nibbling at the fruit of the melancholy tree
Just hold onto these words
Hold onto me

So when sleep just won't come, and you've got no occupation
But nibbling at the fruit of the melancholy tree
Just hold onto these words
Hold onto me

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2 am

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Today, there is a lot
But frequent hints that this won't always be
We are invariably running out

The process seems slow because we forget
Time does not exist
Absolute zero stares back at us
From the other side of the mirror

. . .


Hey kid
I've been watching you
Sleeping in the lilies with that old dull-bladed knife
Still in them bulletproof pajamas you've worn all your life

But tonight you're in some murky bar
The music's too loud and you don't feel like dancing
Not a familiar face in the room, just that little voice in the back of your head
It's always been there, but tonight it says

The days are getting shorter
The air is getting colder
And while you sip your rum and coke
Kid, you're just getting older

You realize you're sweating and the air around you stinks
You stumble to the bathroom, throw your head beneath the sink
And as you raise your eyes, your lips release a little groan
'Cause the face that's grinning back at you just isn't quite your own

So you go back to your lily petals
Pull those old pajamas tight
But you can't shake this feeling that your life is just a game of chess
Where ancient gods and devils fight

People stagger by you, thick blood running down their faces
While little jet-black serpents try to mate with your shoelaces
An old blind dog's been at your heels with the overpowering stench of decay
And an old friend sends a package, the skull inside it seems to say

I'm the face in every mirror
The shadow at your feet
The little light that glows behind
Each pair of eyes that you meet

You can hide inside your castle
Spend years thinking you're free
But I'm like ancient Rome, baby
All roads lead to me

Okay, kid
Let me tell you a little story
See, I don't get into town too often these days
But sometime soon old Jack Frost's gonna blow back into the heart of the big city

And I'll scream until the buildings melt
Then whisper 'till they freeze
And I'll stand on an icy tower
With every eye fixed on me

And everyone will follow
As I raise my left hand to the sky
And together we'll peel back the fabric of this world
And stare into the void that lies behind

. . .


Devil be good, devil be good
No, the devil don't walk on water
Devil be good, devil be good
So he's got himself a boat

Devil be good, devil be good
He's out fishing with his lovely daughter
And I've been biting at the bait
So devil, you better be good

I said devil be good, don't try nothing funny
Devil be good, I'm driving tonight
Devil be good, got a pocket full of money
I'm going downtown, so devil, you better be good

I said devil be good, just stay in your corner
Devil be good, keep your hands off my gun
Devil be good, nobody need warn her
My finger on the trigger so devil, you better be good

We've got hell, hell spilling out on the table
We've got hell, hell, yeah, you cooked us a hell of a stew
I've got hell, hell, but I'm doing just the best I'm able
I tell you there's a devil in the kitchen, so devil, you better be good

Devil be good, I know what you're thinking
Devil be good, but she's dancing with me
Devil be good 'cause we both been drinking
And I'll do my share, but devil, you gotta be good

We've got hell, hell spilling out on the table
We've got hell, hell, yeah, you cooked us a hell of a stew
I've got hell, hell, but I'm doing just the best I'm able
I tell you there's a devil in the kitchen, so devil, you better be good

I tell you there's a devil in the kitchen and devil, you better be good
I tell you there's a devil in the kitchen and devil, you better be good

. . .


Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-digga-dum

Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-digga-dum

This old man, he played two
In the tropical savannah called Timbuktu
With a knick-knock, polly-wock, throw the dog a bone
This old man gonna roll on home

Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-digga-dum

This old man, he played three
And he play it for the bootblack to play it for me
With a knick-knock, polly-wock, throw the dog a bone
This old man gonna roll on home

Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-digga-dum

. . .


The flowers by your bed are wilting
The sun is setting in the west
A fog is covering your eyes, your stockings are attracting flies
Decay is nibbling at the boards on which you rest

There's someone waiting at your window
Familiar face without a name
One night he'll creep in like the mist to touch your forehead with a kiss
And lead you back into the void from whence we came

We've all begun to die and don't know what to do
Since it hurts to pray to God when God is dying too
Takes strength to laugh when you start to drown
And we dance while the sky crashes down

Like that the earth begins to quiver
And all the oceans turn to black
A ship of maniacs with knives are playing blackjack with their lives
To kill the time until the giant rats attack

It's raining leprosy and acid
The saints were taken out and shot
When some proffers you a pear you sink your teeth in unaware
That just beneath the skin lies pestilence and rot

We've all begun to die and don't know what to do
Since it hurts to pray to God when God is dying too
Takes strength to laugh when you start to drown
And we dance while the sky crashes down

All that now breathes
And all that you love
All that we weave
Will find its way back to the dust

A band of skeletons are playing
Don't act like you don't know the tune
Your part is echoed in the path of every dead leaf blowing past
Against a counterpoint reflected off the moon

There is a banquet at the table
Exotic cheeses, wines, and cakes
And every one of us is damned until we start to understand
That living is to gorge ourselves at our own wakes

We've all begun to die and don't know what to do
Since it hurts to pray to God when God is dying too
Takes strength to laugh when you start to drown
And we dance while the sky crashes down

When the stakes are high
Best to play the clown
And we dance while the sky crashes down

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Got a flashy car and a druid's smile
Got a shooting star, shape of a crocodile
I'm your sexy girl, I'm your pop machine
I can make you hurl, I can make you clean

The anole is going crazy
The anole is going crazy
The anole is going crazy
He has higher aspirations

Got my third eye open and a brand new skin
Got the whole world hoping that I'll let them in
'Cause I'm a Russian czar in a new disguise
But I can see the bars and I can feel your eyes

The anole is going crazy
The anole is going crazy
The anole is going crazy

. . .


Hold onto these words, this night won't last forever, that's a promise
This light won't die
This light won't die, between the shadows of the leaves it dances
As the wind goes by

So when sleep just won't come, and you've got no occupation
But nibbling at the fruit of the melancholy tree
Just hold onto these words
Hold onto me

. . .


So we're sitting here again
Retracing where we've been
And you just nod your head
And I just not my head

So it's 6:00 again
I'm repeating what I've said
Do you want to screw me?
Let's go rent a movie

And this room, it suits us fine
Temperature's just right, candle's not too bright
I don't dare to go outside
'Cause I'm sure that I would wither in the light

Familiar gestures mark the time
You tell me everything's just fine
And you just go to bed
And I just go to bed

Here it's 1999
And we've got our place in line
Accepting applications
For early resignation

And this room, it suits us fine
Temperature's just right, candle's not too bright
I don't dare to go outside
'Cause I'm sure that I would wither in the light

Yeah, we're sitting here again
I'm repeating what I've said
About how you'll just sink like lead
And I'll just sink like lead

Here it's 1999
I've still got my place in line
When it finally gets me
Hope that I go quickly

And this room, it suits us fine
Temperature's just right, candle's not too bright
I don't dare to go outside
'Cause I'm sure that I would wither in the light

It's too late to change our minds
There's nowhere else to be, and we like the company
I don't dare to go outside
Lest the beauty bring me weeping to my knees

. . .


Two stars fell out of the sky
Bounced off a cloud and landed in your eye
Now there's two stars right here in my arms tonight

Two cars went speeding by
A hair too fast to catch the rapture of a dragonfly
Now those two cars are parked outside bars tonight

You've got a Turkish umbrella over your head and a faded lover in your bed
And a fleeting immortality balanced on the tip of your toe
Spent about eleven hours making love last night, this morning someone turned the flowers up a bit too bright
Yes, the world is grinning, my head is spinning, and my feet can't take me where they want me to go

Two stars fell out of the sky
It always hurts to watch a good thing die
Well now those two stars are safe behind bars
Right here in my arms tonight

You've got a faded umbrella over your head and a Turkish lover in your bed
And a fleeting immortality balanced on the tip of your toe
Spent about thirty-seven hours making love last night, this morning someone turned the flowers up a bit too bright
Yes, the world is spinning, my head is grinning, and my feet can't take me where they want me to go

Two stars fell out of the sky
Rolled the dough, chopped the apples, started baking a pie
Now those two stars are in mason jars, I said those two stars are lighting cigars
Those two stars are just where they are, right here in my arms tonight

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After a couple glasses, the floorboards don't feel so secure
And I'm afraid I could really go down tonight
I'm outnumbered by the ashes, held hostage by the door
And the air in here is so damn loud tonight

I've got this old four-by-six photograph, your face pressed against my shoulder
Little pools of salt mark where tears have dried
I've got this big needle stuck in my chest so deep it's starting to tickle
A thousand miles from the chimera I chase, love is a sadness with a face

There's a darkness in all wanting, my intentions all feel stained
And the devil keeps filling my glass tonight
My adrenaline is clotting, the faces in here all seem strange
But I just want to touch something that will last tonight

If I could just taste sip of an answer, maybe I could break out of this drunkard's prison
I'm homesick for a place I might have never seen
Something more than these old feet brought me here, so these feet can't take me away
I didn't get here on my own, whoever brought me here is gonna have to bring me home

I've got this old four-by-six photograph, your face pressed against my shoulder
Little pools of salt mark where the tears have dried
Something more than these old feet brought me here, so these feet can't take me away
I'm a thousand miles from the chimera I chase, home is a sadness, not a place

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There are strings strung from a hand
They extend to every point across this land
And the ants keep moving fast
They just blink and nod while miracles slip past

There's a face, unearthly clean
That stares up at me from every magazine
Computer screens and concrete lines
I think I might let my subscription slide

There's this song stuck in my brain
With the unrelenting pulse of the inane
And the words go tra-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-da-da

There's a tick and there's a tock
They pursue like Hare Krishnas while I walk
Storefront signs broadcast the time
I think I might let my subscription slide

There are words hung in the sky
That the crazy children hum while they walk by
Human souls on sale for dimes
In a game of chutes and ladders run by mimes

There's this voice, it won't shut up
Says I should spill my juice and overflow the cup
You've got rules and I've got mine
I think I might let my subscription slide

There are rules and we all subscribe
I think I'm gonna let my subscription slide

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Well, the streets have been swept
And the leaves are washed away
And I find myself stumbling
On something I'm trying to say

Yeah, the breathing has stopped, but the hair keeps on growing
The anchor's been dropped, but the crew keeps on rowing
Hey Captain, where are we going now?

Just the echo remains
Of the refrain of a drunken song
That I spend all my days
Training monkeys to sing along

Yeah, the breathing has stopped, but the hair keeps on growing
The anchor's been dropped, but the crew keeps on rowing
Hey Captain, just where are we going now?

Now there's some kind of answer
Being demanded of us
But tonight is infected
I guess we should squeeze out the pus

Yeah, the breathing has stopped, but the hair keeps on growing
The anchor's been dropped, but the crew keeps on rowing
Hey Captain, where are we going now?

Yeah, there's dust on the rules
Of this game we're trying to play
So I can't tell if I'm
Getting closer or farther away

Yeah, the breathing has stopped, but the hair keeps on growing
The anchor's been dropped, but the crew keeps on rowing
Hey Captain, where are we going now?

Oh, where are you at
And where are you going?
The wind doesn't answer
It just keeps on blowing

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Old Jack, he had a sack of them magic beans
This garden's been sown for a long, long time
Now everywhere you look you see a pillar of green
And the reaper's just waiting 'till we're ripe on the vine

A bright red apple led us into sin
The devil's been cooking for a long, long time
So it could be an eggplant to lead us back again
That sounds just fine

We're going back to the garden and out of the night
Saw a fiery head of broccoli in a dream
There'll be artichokes and rutabagas, collard greens and sweet potatoes
Reaching from the earth to push us into the light

Gonna carve a jack-o-lantern, hang the garlic high
This crop's been coming for a long, long time
Flaming red peppers will rain down from the sky
And your tap water will turn into okra slime

There will come a day you step out of the house
See a thousand armed soldiers with potatoes in their mouth
Everyone's damned and everyone's saved
With a parsley garnish on every grave

We're going back to the garden and out of the night
Saw a fiery head of broccoli in a dream
There'll be artichokes and rutabagas, collard greens and sweet potatoes
Reaching from the earth to push us into the light

My friends, we are standing at the dawn of a new era
The United League of Vegetation has just unanimously approved the new legislation
Which places complete restriction on all forms of human migration
Anyone caught moving faster than a turnip will be shot

Now, I know what you're all thinking
"What am I going to do with myself? I've got to go pick up the kids! There's a turkey in the oven!"
Relax, don't panic, this isn't so bad
You've just got to calm down

Now close your eyes and imagine a bright red pulsing orb just in front of your forehead
Can you see it? Good.
Can you feel it? I said can you feel it?
Can you feel the beet?

Can you feel the beet?
I can feel the beet
Can you feel the beet?
Can you feel the beet?
Can you feel the beet?
I can feel the beet
Can you feel the beet?

Oh, forget about your taxes and your student loans
This garden's pesticide-free, organically grown
Listen to your roots, they'll tell you what's real
This world is an onion, all center, all peel

We're going back to the garden and out of the night
Saw a fiery head of broccoli in a dream
There'll be artichokes and rutabagas, collard greens and sweet potatoes
Reaching from the earth to push us into the light

From the heavens comes a hail of cabbage, cauliflower and kale
They're reaching from the earth to push us into the light
That's right, they're reaching from the earth to push us into the light

. . .


One day the snow began to fall
And slowly, inch by inch, it covered up the earth
'Til finally the top of the tallest building
Was lost beneath a powdered sea as quiet as a shadow's grave

And we say that the world isn't dying
And we pray that the world isn't dying
And just maybe the world isn't dying
Maybe she's heavy with child

One night a woman took my hand
I left my home and followed her into an icy field
When I wanted to go back I'd lost the way
So she beckoned me to lie beneath the stone that always bore my name

And we say that the world isn't dying
And we pray that the world isn't dying
Just maybe the world isn't dying
Maybe she's heavy with child

One morning we woke up in an alley
To the smell of urine, alcohol, trash, and gasoline
With a dim sense of a notion we'd held something in our hands
That was bigger than us or God and we can never touch again

And we say that the world isn't dying
And we pray that the world isn't dying
Just maybe the world isn't dying
I've been looking at the symptoms for a while
Maybe she's heavy with child

Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum

Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum

Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dy, igga-dy, igga-digga-dum
Igga-dum, igga-dum

. . .

Lullaby

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