Colors From The Future
The Covers Project
Book of Bad Advice
Nine Days Wonder
Other Recordings
Brand-new full-length CD. Recorded in full glorious hi-fidelity sound at Invisible Sound Studios with master guitar-pop producer, Dave Nachodsky. This is the Jennifers most ambitious project yet. All songs by John Irvine, c. 2006, Instant Tunes, except "Queen of Eyes" by Robyn Hitchcock, Complete Music. All rights reserved. Gumdrops by Skizz.
Mrs Gray, you look so surprised. With all that work done to your eyes I'd think you could see the light. Mrs. Gray, you're looking younger than you should. You've got a husband with a practice, he snips the skin fantastic, but there's a painting in the attic and it don't look so good. Mrs. Blue, the weight you just can't lose. I bet you never walked a mile in anybody's shoes. Mrs. Green, you want to look sixteen. I saw your son in law was checking out your curves. And then you started having complications and your complications started having complications which had complications. Mrs Gray, you look so surprised. With all that work done to your eyes I'd think you would realize, Mrs Gray, your fading clean away.
I sold my soul to the friends of the devil, and they're counting up the votes using math from the bible. And we never really stood a chance in this State of denial - it's a landlside nationwide, no time to run and hide. The devil's got the cards and I don't think he's folding. But on the day this bubble bursts we'll be the last one's holding. And there's something in the air tonight, I think the dice are rolling in a landslide, loaded dice, the stakes are getting high. Hey all people with your protest songs, don't you know the numbers are just painted on? And the fix was in before you were born. She says she's lost her grip, or she's lost the illusion that she ever had a grip at all, and I've reached the same conclusion. And there's something in her eyes tonight that tells me we're losing in a landslide nationwide, the stakes are getting high. It's a landslide no time to hide, the water's getting high. Hey all you people with your protest signs, I'm afraid you'll have to stay behind the lines. And the lines were drawn before you were born.
Paul is dead and Ian's drinking. What's going down in Liverpool? We're all on pins and needles - they shot the wrong damn Beatle. I fell in a hole. We're watching television, we're hearing something else: radio sins of omission. What happened to Tom and Richard? They fell in a hole. Easy come and easy go. Sing your heart out throw it in a hole. Call the hit makers. Cross your favorite fingers, because the hits they make are such a shame. We think we finally made it - signing on the dotted line. But the video cost a hundred thousand, now we can't afford our trousers we're so in a hole. And if we all start digging all the pretty pictures shining on the walls of this happy little hole. And if yer life has a hole in it just listen to the Bowlermen, they're all so happy in a hole. If Ringo was the funny one, well I prefer the Bunnymen, they're all so happy in a hole.
Someone's coming up the stairs to see me, the girl with all the static in her eyes. And you said where in this galaxy you'd take me, you said we'd leave tonight and I said fine. With your mirror charms and your false alarms and your screw-top anatomy I'll go along. But what will you tell your friends at Starfleet Academy if you were wrong? Now it's time to stop these morbid premonitions, time to wish this galaxy away. Your trading cards with all your favorite witches, I'll burn them at the stake but you can stay. I can't see what you can see, you say it's right there in front of me, ivory and bone. You've got eyes in the back of your mind but you can't see what you do to me, so I'm going home. And the doctor said that it's in your head with his baseball analogies. It has to go, don't wonder why. So send the news to all your friends back at Starfleet Academy and say goodbye.
Running for the subway, subbing for the Queen. King of all the white men - that's what she called me. I can't get her attention because there's Luna on the stereo. They're singing in d-minor, it's the saddest of all keys for Lizzie and me, (and Dean makes three). Let's solve this equation for infinity. It's a matter of choice, you've got to change your shoes. If we avoid Manhattan then she won't have to choose. Down at the guitar show wearing a red hat. I can't afford a Matchless and I wonder what he bought? But she's living in a penthouse and she's sleeping with an Astronaut who's singing in d-minor, it's the saddest of all keys for Lizzie and me, (and Dean makes three). Let's turn all the tables, turn them back to me. It's a matter of time, he's the tooth of crime, fog on my window and bubbles in her wine. She says she'd like to send a message 500 galaxies away, but she's such a lazy stalker that I'm sure she'd rather stay. It's a matter of time and it's time to go, dust on the needle of my stereo.
Oh Caroline tell me something true; why is it that the gods are always angry with you? I think that we should stop pretending. You're missing like a happy ending. What happened to the girl that I once knew? Is this how it starts - a heart shaped fist and fist shaped heart? Oh Caroline whatcha trying to prove? You're selling the thousand gifts I once gave to you? This house made out of diamond, the rocket to the moon. Oh Caroline what's a boy to do? Is this all there is? Pretty words while you cross off your list all the little things I thought we'd sealed with a kiss. Is this all there is - fist shaped heart and a heart shaped fist? Is this how it ends? We learn how to smile and divide up our friends. And we can pack all our records up again.
The sun is shining all the time. Sometimes I can't see it shine - it's got a whole planet to hide behind, and there's bad weather in my mind. And I don't know whether all these thunderclouds are silverlined. It's a long way down from the sky. The wind is coming through the trees. It blows through me like a screen, and there's no telling where it's been. Some chinese butterfly flaps its wings. And here it comes again: I found the note you left for me down at the bottom of the sea. As it was in the beginning, so it could be tonight. Just keep this planet spinning and give me one more chance to get it right. The sun is shining all the time. Sometimes I can't see it shine - it's got nine planets to hide behind, and you're hiding on number nine. And here it comes again. As it was in the beginning this state of bliss. Just keep this planet spinning, you know it's not the sky I want to kiss.
We had enough of the old world. We're going to paint it into a corner and paint it over. We'll draw ourselves a blank page, and take our colors from the future. And if you close your eyes you can almost see it. Seeing is beleiving. We're trying to light a fire on the world, or is it just the sun setting? Be careful what you go asking for because you just might get it. We're going to sing ourselves a new song, write a symphony from the rubble. We'll show the Academy what we're for; twelve notes is all we need to do it, so let's get to it. And if you close your eyes you can almost hear it, and here it comes again. It's your world, make or break it. Now's your chance, why not take it? Draw a line right down the middle. Rockets in the rain. We're going over the top boys, forget your poetry, grab a shovel. Your life ain't worth a plug nickel, but don't worry someone will make a killing because it's going to be a great war, hope you make it.
I'm taking it hard, dust devils in my backyard. You're a lion in winter. It's tearing me down, ten vultures in a one horse town. I'm lying in splinters. And it worked like a charm, this needle in my left arm, it's a lion in winter. I split at the seams, half naked in the inbetween, I'm lying in splinters or so it would seem. It worked like a charm, your name on my right arm. You're a lion in winter. But it ripped at the seams this ridiculous rhyming scheme - it's lying in splinters and laughing at me.
What part of your brain controls your smile? And I wonder what part of your smile controls my brain? Baby you're doing it again. Take me up, I've been stoned all summer. Take me down because you've got my number. Which one of your systems is setting my sails; is riding my rails? And I wonder what part of "I Love You" don't you understand? You're tipping my scales over. Where were you when they stole my rudder? Take me down because I've got no other. And we'll save it for Saturday when you're stuck at home. We're two matching silhouettes on somebody's headstone. Take me up, I've been stoned all summer. Take me down because you've got my number. Save it for summertime, you're melting alone. We're two matching silhouettes on somebody's headstone.
