Jason Webley: a primer
I've checked both Amanda and Jason's website, both agree that he'll be opening for Amanda at Als Bar, 22nd Feb. Less than a month away!
Some people at Tim's birthday hadn't heard him and isn't that the perfect excuse to go youtube trawling and dredging up images from my computer and lyric spamming?
Yeah it is.
First, a homepage
One night I left my lady's side
I felt some change within the tide
Pulled a blanket over me
Set my little boat to sea
I can feel the waves come
Find the rhythm
The ocean won't let you forget
The tide goes out...
But the tide will come back in
-Music That Puts Everything Together
Our minds were sharp, our bodies burning,
We gave ourselves over to learning.
How to break and how to give,
Betrayal taught us to forgive,
We stretched and soaked up everything-
They taught us well, we were first in our classes,
We learned to see through many glasses,
How to sink and how to fly,
We learned to watch each other die
My God, this course is harder than we-
Thought we had learned enough ways to love,
Still I don't know mother where we are.
We thought we were walking the way to love.
-Ways To Love
Play the tape back, take apart,
Just what happened in your heart,
Where exactly you fell through.
Now you're going to do some time,
You don't know, did you cross the line,
Or did the line cross you?
And no one's going to pick you up down here.
No one's going to say you're in the clear.
You push, you stretch, you rend apart,
The edges of just what you are,
And no one's going to see you disappear.
-Disappear
Most of the games people play,
Are fish fighting, dying,
As they push their way back upstream.
The water will wash the bodies away,
Till it's clear.
There's still this voice in my head,
There's still your ghost in my bed,
And I thought I heard someone say
We won't know til it's over completely.
-Clear
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.
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 - oh God,
And we can never touch again.
-Last Song
Dawn, throws its light on the covers.
In this bed there's another,
Asleep at your side.
Gone, the embrace of a lover,
And the fire you discovered,
Already has died.
Her body recoils,
As your hand goes to touch her again.
She's a temple that won't let you in.
At her side you're alone.
On her back is the same constellation,
Confirming your alienation.
No this flesh is not home.
-Southern Cross
(This one isn't as awesome at the beginning as the recorded version I have (which is BEAUTIFUL and one of my favourites) but the video is WORTH IT for the sudden participation of the audience (they look so apathetic to begin with BUT THEN) and also his facial expressions.)
After a couple glasses,
The floorboards don't feel so secure.
And I'm afraid I could really go down tonight.
I'm out-numbered by the ashes,
Held hostage by the door.
And the air in here is so damn loud tonight.
-Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
want music that tears itself apart
And takes the lot of you with it.
I need a catchy tune like a bullet in the heart.
So come on old and young,
Sing while your teeth grind through your tongues,
We're making music that tears itself apart.
I want sobs that shake my spine like an earthquake.
I want to laugh like cities crashing down.
While a thousand slender dames
Keep chaniting out my name,
So loud the gods will never forget my sound.
Once (according to wiki) Jason Webley was accused of being a dangerous cult leader. He retaliated by orgasing this event called Camp Tomato in which there was a week of silliness like this:
WHICH WE HAVE TO TRY SOMETIME.
If anyone buys a fridge in the near future: keep the box.
An interview where (among other things) he talks about getting arrested by leading a crowd of people into a fountain.
http://www.piratepods.com/interviewfiles/436.mp3
Jason with Neil Gaiman and his dog.
Look at all you've gathered, all you own,
Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather?
If the things you feel outsmart the things you know,
It's almost time, it's almost time to go.
-Almost Time To Go
Some people at Tim's birthday hadn't heard him and isn't that the perfect excuse to go youtube trawling and dredging up images from my computer and lyric spamming?
Yeah it is.
First, a homepage
One night I left my lady's side
I felt some change within the tide
Pulled a blanket over me
Set my little boat to sea
I can feel the waves come
Find the rhythm
The ocean won't let you forget
The tide goes out...
But the tide will come back in
-Music That Puts Everything Together
Our minds were sharp, our bodies burning,
We gave ourselves over to learning.
How to break and how to give,
Betrayal taught us to forgive,
We stretched and soaked up everything-
They taught us well, we were first in our classes,
We learned to see through many glasses,
How to sink and how to fly,
We learned to watch each other die
My God, this course is harder than we-
Thought we had learned enough ways to love,
Still I don't know mother where we are.
We thought we were walking the way to love.
-Ways To Love
Play the tape back, take apart,
Just what happened in your heart,
Where exactly you fell through.
Now you're going to do some time,
You don't know, did you cross the line,
Or did the line cross you?
And no one's going to pick you up down here.
No one's going to say you're in the clear.
You push, you stretch, you rend apart,
The edges of just what you are,
And no one's going to see you disappear.
-Disappear
Most of the games people play,
Are fish fighting, dying,
As they push their way back upstream.
The water will wash the bodies away,
Till it's clear.
There's still this voice in my head,
There's still your ghost in my bed,
And I thought I heard someone say
We won't know til it's over completely.
-Clear
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.
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 - oh God,
And we can never touch again.
-Last Song
Dawn, throws its light on the covers.
In this bed there's another,
Asleep at your side.
Gone, the embrace of a lover,
And the fire you discovered,
Already has died.
Her body recoils,
As your hand goes to touch her again.
She's a temple that won't let you in.
At her side you're alone.
On her back is the same constellation,
Confirming your alienation.
No this flesh is not home.
-Southern Cross
(This one isn't as awesome at the beginning as the recorded version I have (which is BEAUTIFUL and one of my favourites) but the video is WORTH IT for the sudden participation of the audience (they look so apathetic to begin with BUT THEN) and also his facial expressions.)
After a couple glasses,
The floorboards don't feel so secure.
And I'm afraid I could really go down tonight.
I'm out-numbered by the ashes,
Held hostage by the door.
And the air in here is so damn loud tonight.
-Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
want music that tears itself apart
And takes the lot of you with it.
I need a catchy tune like a bullet in the heart.
So come on old and young,
Sing while your teeth grind through your tongues,
We're making music that tears itself apart.
I want sobs that shake my spine like an earthquake.
I want to laugh like cities crashing down.
While a thousand slender dames
Keep chaniting out my name,
So loud the gods will never forget my sound.
Once (according to wiki) Jason Webley was accused of being a dangerous cult leader. He retaliated by orgasing this event called Camp Tomato in which there was a week of silliness like this:
WHICH WE HAVE TO TRY SOMETIME.
If anyone buys a fridge in the near future: keep the box.
An interview where (among other things) he talks about getting arrested by leading a crowd of people into a fountain.
http://www.piratepods.com/interviewfiles/436.mp3
Jason with Neil Gaiman and his dog.
Look at all you've gathered, all you own,
Hold it in your hand, does it weigh more than a single feather?
If the things you feel outsmart the things you know,
It's almost time, it's almost time to go.
-Almost Time To Go