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House Of Blue Cards

by Jerry Axson

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Art School 04:23
Art School ©Jerry Axson It all starts with pen and paper, transforms into something else much later, nothing simple as a line or curve, you’re getting more than you deserve, from Art School… aint’ you cool… Wicked games out in the hallway, stiff competition and not in a small way, fringe dwellers down on the cusp, making way for the best of us, we’re in Art School… yeah, aint’ we cool… All your life they told you “you were gifted” – the hypocrisy lies in the sands that have been sifted… in Art School… in Art School… It all ends up in the gossip papers, or plastered across some silver sky scraper… It’s hard enough to make an honest buck, you stand tall to be so down on your luck… you’re out of Art School… so cool… you’re out of Art School… so very, very cool…
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Turn The Radio Off ©Jerry Axson I’m holding on to something close to me, God, I hope it does not show, it’s all about keeping it alive for now – not so much about what I don’t know, This city never looked so big to me, like the buildings could crush me down, as I make my way through them to you, …I can’t hear a sound… I’m driving home alone tonight – beneath a blanket of moon and stars, from where I sit it seems incredibly dark, except the lights from the passing cars, our favorite song is on the radio, but I must turn the radio off, it does me no good to go there for now, I must be counted in the valley of the lost – turn the radio off… Please forgive me for the damage I’ve done, forgive me for the things I’ve said, there’s a weight on my shoulders that’s settling down, and it makes for a heavy head, I hope to see you in pastel colors, maybe some summer day, but the winter’s closing in from the North – and some of us have lost our way…
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Leave 05:00
Leave ©Jerry Axson This moment is yours, so be careful what you say, the heart is forgiving, but words get in the way, I could stand in the shadows, or simply fade away, it’s all on you now – so be careful what you say… Leave if you feel it’s the only way you can be free, even if it means breaking this heart inside me, there’s nothing I can say – nothing I can do, leave if you must but I want you to know I love you… You’re in the spotlight now, say what’s on your mind, there’s no need to be gentle, no need to be kind, I could stand in the shadows, or simply fade away, it’s all on you now – so be careful what you say…
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In Chains 04:54
In Chains ©Jerry Axson One by one these scars will show, I could say it but we don’t want to know, Just let it sleep in the Earth – In the cold ground below, I can feel it – you can feel it – we both know and there is no winning, as far from me as – I am from you, we’ll never get it back to the beginning, Chains – we’re in chains, Chains – we’re in chains, every link was forged and bound, until the weight of it tied us down, Chains – we’re in chains… I waited up for you all night, to catch your silhouette in the light, bargaining with myself, before letting you go,
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Baby’s Got No Secrets ©Jerry Axson Baby used to have my heart, then she went and let it go, It’s taken several years to heal, the deepest cuts don’t always show, Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw her staring back at me, It took all I had inside, to break these chains and set me free, Baby’s got no secrets from me – the truth is revealed for all to see, naked and cold on a marble floor, Baby’s got no secrets from me, anymore… Master, slave, a soldier, sage – can’t count the times I’ve played each role, with every breath I spoke your name, and lost a portion of my soul, Looking back in retrospect, footprints in a winter snow, by design it was not meant to be - a dying rose to cold to grow,
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When You Told Me I Love You ©Jerry Axson I try hard to forget you - but you stay on my mind, for every step I take - I fall two steps behind, was it your intention - to break me up inside - when you told me “I love you” - you lied... I wait by the window and I - watch the rain fall down, bringing life to some other day - with it’s rhythm and sound, I want to get back in the race - but - but something here has died - when you told me “I love you” - you lied... I try hard to forget you - but you stay on my mind... for every step I take - I fall two steps behind...
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(Don’t You) Trespass On My Mountain ©Jerry Axson Don’t you trespass on my mountain, don’t you lay down on my bed, it’s for sleeping – not lovemaking, so I can wake up with a clear head, I don’t want to smell lilac in your hair – it leaves your scent upon my skin, don’t you trespass on my mountain, I don’t want to ever see you again… I’ve got real purpose in my life now, I’m never looking over my shoulder again, the road up ahead is long and dark, and I don’t really care for where I’ve been, Don’t wear no lilac in your hair – I don’t want to smell you on my skin, don’t you trespass on my mountain, I don’t want to ever see you again…
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Hypoxia Blues ©Jerry Axson Standing in front of the supermarket payphone – a warm quarter in my hand, rolling it over and over in my head and I still don’t understand, why the trigger in my brain keeps clicking away but the pin never strikes a cap, an impotent idea in an empty room makes me chew my leg from this trap, I’ll get “high fives” later in the commissary lunchroom from “Rocket boys” ready for flight, they’ll tell me I’m a hero while their eyes read zero – every muscle, every sinew drawn tight, What do you expect when you dress like that? Leopard spots and ballerina shoes – The wolf’s at the door and there’s fire in the core, I get these Hypoxia Blues… I’m on my way - but I don’t know where I’m going to… I’m on my way – no, I don’t know where I’m going to… She wants to mend fences with persuasive pretenses - she tells me let’s talk today, So I’m hanging on this payphone but I might as well be alone - she’s got nothing new to say, A candy land operator comes on the line to tell me life’s a lemon with a sssudden twist – I would tend to agree with her except everyone but me here has a gorilla in the mist, There will be “Low-Fi” moments for the rest of my life when I look back and shake my head, Instead of “up and moving” I was slowly “un-grooving” wading through the sea of the dead, What do you expect when you dress like that? Leopard spots and ballerina shoes – The wolf’s at the door and there’s fire in the core, I got those Hypoxia Blues…

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This is a companion piece to my "House Of Blue Ornaments" project I did back in 2007. These songs were composed and constructed around keyboard as the primary instrument where I usually write on guitar. I do this intentionally to stretch my songwriting and composition abilities and to force myself into areas I'm not so comfortable, (I am no keyboardist!). The "blue" theme interlaced between the two projects is representative of darker and more personal songs in a more ambient vein probably meant to listen to alone and late at night.

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released September 24, 2016

Jerry Axson
Hal Axson - Bass
Lisa Brillinger - Drums, Percussion

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Jerry Axson Columbia, South Carolina

To me simplicity is the root of all great thoughts. The secret thrill for me, the architect, is delivering that thought with unobtrusive complexity. Writing songs and composing music satisfy my soul and because of this I know exactly what I am designed to do, it’s just that simple. - Jerry Axson ... more

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