First page of the rain archive.

white dress.

Posted by jessica on Apr 23, 2011 with 11 Comments
in MP3, Performance
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I wrote this song today:

white dress (with jacob on guitar)

And my friend Jacob accompanied me on the guitar, which was very very nice of him. It’s awesome to have such talented friends. And even better when they are kind.
He learned it and then we pressed record on garage band and voila!, there you have it.

And for people like my mom who like to read the lyrics, here you go:

I once wore a a white dress;
they said it made me look my best, they said it made me look my, look my best
I walked down that aisle;
they said it’d last for more than just a while,
it’d last more than just a while

I bought a small home;
it was nothing special, ‘cept that it was ours,
yeah, it was ours alone
I painted every wall;
I thought it was that simple
didn’t know the colors mattered not at all

but these plans, they change, yeah they fall down like the rain
ain’t nothing left to do, but let it wash right over you
and I sometimes see the clouds, they warn me of the storm
but sometimes I see nothing but the day that I was born
I was unsuspecting then of what things may come my way,
and now nothing much has changed since that day

I watched him walk away; I cried myself to sleep that night
cried myself awake the next day
I couldn’t walk alone, but my friends, they disagreed,
they said I’d stand, they said I’d fly, they said I’d fly

superimposed.

Posted by jessica on Oct 29, 2010 with 7 Comments
in I Lift My Eyes Up, photography, Thoughts and Feelings
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she used to write in her journal impatiently;
she used to want to know the end of the story.
but that was before.
before she wanted to forget;
before all she could see was regret.
pouring down, an inescapable rain,
when simply living was synonymous with pain.
like a bedtime story, she couldn’t sleep till she listened.
like a practiced religion.
like a new baby christened.
it had to happen, no it didn’t!
she’s glad it happened, god, no she isn’t!
she doesn’t understand.
‘but just give her time,’ is what they say.
as if time isn’t all that’s left anyway.
and life is Then and it’s Now
and it’s knowing and not knowing how
and it’s the best thing that ever happened to her
all of it’s like hailey’s comet.
so fleeting, ‘but look!’ she says, ‘I saw it.’
‘that’s life,’ she’ll say, ‘I lived it.’

story time.

Posted by jessica on Sep 20, 2010 with 8 Comments
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
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Have I ever told you about the time I tried to move in with The Mature Mother? That is not my name for her; that is what she calls herself. It was back when things were so very dark. It is like the opposite of when you see a light so bright, that it has [...]

today.

Posted by jessica on Jul 11, 2010 with 8 Comments
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Today was spent in the business of pilates and baking and peanut butter tasting. It was waking up from a dream that involved large prehistoric birds, tigers in tree-cages, and a good friend who dropped me off; I felt alone and scared, but upon a closer look I noticed that I was actually home and [...]

Coyote in the Rain

Posted by jessica on Dec 11, 2009 with 20 Comments
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So the show went well tonight. There was a very tiny crowd. My brother asked me if this meant it was mostly little people, but no, it means that it was mostly me and Darby. But a few more did trickle in, so there was that. But it felt good to sing, really good. Despite [...]