Jesus is my Man (2007)

by William Nein

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about

"It's kind of like, what if Iggy Pop actually became David Bowie and fronted a less trite, less pretentious later Led Zeppelin and made them do all of his drugs." - Allen Christian
"Genius! Almost on a musical par with the discovery of fire or the wheel. This music will surely help you to get born!" - Ian P. Clifford

credits

released December 31, 2007

'Alistair':
Glen Strachan - Piano & Backing vocals
Rachel England - Violin

'Bees with Bones of Ice':
lyrics co-written with Katherine R. Weiner in Union Square May 2007
Glen Strachan - Drums & Backing vocals
Rachel England - Bass

Artwork by Charlotte House

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Track Name: Alistair
Alistair,
I hope you never eat your children.
Alistair,
They'll never love you from in there.
Like a Cancer, they'll devour you,
Then they'll leave you just as empty as before

Alistair,
I think you're ugly on the inside.
I swear I see you starting to decay.
I see you rotting while you are smiling.
And I just leave you to drip your poison on the floor.

Alistair,
I want to choke you with your own cord.
Alistair,
I want to see you crawl,
As your babies grow inside you,
Then leave you lying bloodied on the floor.
They'll leave you writhing, lying bloodied on the floor.

And eat you
Track Name: Bees with Bones of Ice
Jesus is my man.

I think I have ice for bones
We dance all night
Way up when the Moon falls down, down
Blisters tease the toes till dawn
The skylarks cry
Ice is melting, melting deep inside.

The Sun is burning poor man's homes
Consuming light
Sailing in your smoke tonight, ight
Junkie's only remedy
His sweat pours down
Turning his feet and skin to water

To water
Track Name: Love is Real in San Clemente
Waiting for Elke to drive me to the side of the ocean
Listen to Pixies cd's in the car on the way home
Last day in Saint Clement
Oh, last day in Saint Clement

Tamir's making coffee for me,
Hazelnut and Cinnamon
While girls drink their tea and speak in their english accents

Candice Christiansen and the dusty guitar
Wants you to remember
Love is real

Everybody is in love with each other
Everybody is in love with each other

Phone call from Luci to see if I'd like some sticky rice
Track Name: Cardboard is Cheaper in America
Pulling all the houses down to make some room,
Building a paper town with paper people too.

You can draw on the walls and nobody minds.

Don't light a fire now if you don't want to die.
And water is only dangerous if you cry.

(screech)

Tying all the houses down and filling them with weight.
KEEP AWAY FROM BACON!

Paper planes flying into paper buildings.
Paper people don't get hurt.
They don't have any feelings.
Track Name: Get out Joe (pt1)
Girl is bleeding in her bathtub,
She is bored of reading.
Brother is sleeping in the next room,
He is dreaming.
He is waking and walking to her,

She is screaming…
Get out Joe!

Time is healing all his scratches
Lost the battle
She is dreaming, sleeping silent.
He is crying

Get out Joe.
Track Name: Get out Joe (pt2)
Girl is bleeding in her bathtub,
She is bored of reading.
Brother is sleeping in the next room,
He is dreaming.
He is waking and walking to her,

She is screaming…
Get out Joe!

Time is healing all his scratches
Lost the battle, lost the war
She is dreaming, sleeping silent.
He is crying. Why did I listen?

Get out Joe.
Track Name: Seagulls
Does the sun weep for the people when he cannot warm them?
Cracks found in the wall of evening fill his mind
A frame found hanging in a bedroom
Empty like the people
The pictures in my mind are dying
I must leave my empty shell behind

Diving into the blue of the red behind my eyes
I've been thinking of you and the seagulls in the sky

Fly like Jon, be everlasting
Don't live on the seashore
My body would swim oceans for you
For a taste of what could've been

Empty shells found lined up on the floor
Hollow from life that left them behind
'cause all the birds in the sky are thinking of other things
Like to see at what speed they could fly
Take the old to teach the young how to die

Diving into the blue of the red behind my eyes
I've been thinking of you and the seagulls in the sky
Track Name: Jabberwocky
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.


`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Track Name: Alison Rose
Girl with her hands on her heads looks both ways as she crosses the street.
Alison Rose is found dead with her four eyes.
Alison Rose, Alison Rose, the 2-headed beast.
Alison Rose is found dead in the streets.

I placed her bloodied head upon my t-shirt
And held her broken hand upon my heart,
Told her that I’d never, never leave her
Told her that we’d never, never part.

Alison Rose Alison Rose is found dead.

It’s ok, it’s alrightok, she calls, she’s, she's breathing again
I see her eyes roll, she’s breathing again!
And her heads start to move,
and her legs start to twitch,
and her hair starts to move,
and her hands start to reach.
I kiss both her hands.
She’s come back to me!
She is the one. She’s come back to me.

Alison Rose, Alison Rose.
Track Name: Isabel
Angels falling from the sun, feathers raining upon my head,
Covering the rocks and stones so they land gently,
Memories turn to clouds.

Shining down upon my face your light is warming me inside
See the night is drawing in, I have your skin to cover me
This is not about god Isabel

Angel falling from the sky rises up with no memory
Doesn’t even realise the beauty she’s holding.
Clouds in the night-time