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Went out to see the bees about their buzz,
since all is passing, like it always does,
since winter’s waning with the brightest shoots,
and there’s not much time left for wearing boots.
I saw the worker bees about their biz,
since all is passing, like it always is,
since flowers flounder from their little roots,
and there’s not much time left for wearing boots.
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The Show is Over (Demo)
02:55
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Close the curtain
so none can see
the show is over
for you and me.
I’ll be hurting,
I’ll be strong,
and by the morning
you’ll be gone.
Take your flowers.
Take a bow.
It doesn’t matter
anyhow.
There are showers
in the spring.
There’s a time for
everything.
You’ll make it big
when you die
in that great gig
in the sky.
The show is over,
you’re lying there
in your favorite
rocking chair.
Once I saw you
in a dream.
“How’d you like it?”
you said to me.
I tried to call you
by your name,
but the words just
never came.
And when I woke up
I wasn’t sure
what was real
anymore.
I was so broke up
that I could die
if just to see you
on the other side.
The show is over
my dearest friend.
I paid the cover
and my respects.
The show is over,
just like you said,
and I will see you
in the end.
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Hello Felix Culpa (Demo)
03:50
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I lied awake
in the silence and shade,
counting the hours as they passed.
Was it all just a loss,
a game, a coin toss,
if all of this stuff doesn’t last?
If it leaves, I will rake it.
Don’t think I can take it.
It’s alright if you take it easy.
It’s a beautiful day
to stay home and play,
and that is okay, if you ask me.
I’ll be home at last.
I’ll be finally friends with the quiet again.
Feel at home at last
with myself.
My head’s a clenched fist.
I’ll hit you with it,
but I only hurt myself trying.
I’m sorry I fight you.
You said, it’s alright, you,
but I can’t forgive myself this time.
I stopped to stare
at my face in the mirror,
and I’ve got a headache from crying.
I said, I forgave you.
I couldn’t hate you,
and trust me, for years I had tried.
I heard that sound,
and you know I got down,
way down to the bottom of it.
And now I’m so glad
I know to be sad,
‘cause sadness has taught me quite a bit.
I thought I’d gone mental.
My mind was an echo
of all of the things I regret.
Goodbye to the hoopla,
hello felix culpa.
I’ll no longer be just a marionette.
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You were sad when we first met,
days of dial-up internet,
sleeping by the TV set,
pillows from the couch.
You said your favorite color’s blue.
It’s my favorite color too.
Already enmeshed with you.
You were just the same.
Smiling back at half a moon,
tying down a red balloon
before it drifts away.
I was not that into sports.
Couldn’t hang on the handball court.
Hit it, but it fell too short.
I met you on that day.
With your brother having fun.
You used to have another one,
your mother’s first-begotten son
before you two were born.
Why weren’t you at church Sunday?
Tried my damnedest to explain.
Kids at school would call us gay.
They don’t really know.
I won’t love you any less.
Trade with me your new address
before we drift away.
Got your family’s Christmas card,
knit together in the yard.
Something ‘bout it broke my heart.
Everything must change.
Nobody knows why it does.
Parents always say because.
I am older than I was,
still I wonder why.
There’s a kid inside of me
clinging to your memory
before it drifts away.
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Arend Lee Jessurun Los Angeles, California
Arend Lee Jessurun (they/them) is a nonbinary singer-songwriter and producer writing sincere, sometimes psychedelic, chamber folk. Their music explores the genderqueer experience and Christian faith through a hopeful lens. Arend's pure singing voice, nimble guitar arrangements, and poetic sensibility have earned them comparisons to Simon & Garfunkel, Iron & Wine, and Nick Drake. ... more
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