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storier

by Jerry Axson

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I Will Drive 04:48
I Will Drive ©Jerry Axson I will drive - if you want me to, just hand me over those keys baby, that’s all you’ve got to do...that’s all you’ve got to do... We’ll take it nice and slow now - nobody’s got to get hurt, just keep your eyes on the road - and not the buttons on my shirt...you like those buttons on my shirt... Oh, my darling - I’ve been spending some lonely nights, I want to write it all down - but it don’t seem to come out right, it’s four in the morning - and I’m all over the place, everytime I close my eyes - I see your face... I will drive - if you let me in, I don’t know where we’re going but I - I sure know where we’ve been...I sure know where I’ve been... So don’t you worry bout’ breaking me - I’ve been broken before, just keep your face in the rear view and I’ll - I’ll keep my foot to the floor...I’ve got the gas to the floor...
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The Weight Of Your Beauty ©Jerry Axson The weight of your beauty bares down on me, like I am under water - at the deepest point in the sea - the weight of your beauty bares down on me... The light of your love cast over me, because I am of the darkness - and I’m far too blind to see, the light of your love cast over me... I wake up every morning - I hold my weary head, shake the demons off my skin, and drag myself from bed, I walk outside of my front door, into a troubled world, and from my hand I make a fist - within that fist forms a perfect pearl... The measure of your promise stands over me, hidden in your shadow - waiting patiently - a measure of your promise stands over me... You see the hope I see the hopelessness, forever are you forgiving - I weigh the cost of forgiveness - you find the hope I’m lost to hopelessness...
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Fine Most Of The Time ©Jerry Axson I got smashed as a bug up against the glass last Saturday night on my way home - where I sleep alone... I was out with some friends, I became the fifth wheel, they looked at me - I said “no big deal”, I’m gone - on my own... But I’m fine most of the time – most of the time... I get by most of time... most of the time... Don’t you - worry about me... I’ll get there from here - eventually... I’m the wandering Ghost a loser to most Tequila and lime, one nickel - two dimes - and no one to call... I’m the “Fly” on the wall - the wrench in the gear if there’s a bad time to come - that puts me here - all up in the house...
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Learning To Play ©Jerry Axson I was twelve years old when I picked up my first guitar, I marveled at the way it felt in my hand, my fingers hurt for days but I could not put it down, it held something I had to understand... Learning to form the words that my heart must say, find the time to practice them each and every day... Don’t worry about what they might - or they might not say, just tell them all I must first crawl - I’m learning to play... I could close my eyes for one million years and dream of songs I’ve yet to write, hands forming chords that feed deep pools of tears, looks like I’m going there tonight...
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Dear Miss Ann Jones ©Jerry Axson Dear Miss Ann Jones - if you ever decide to leave me alone I’m gonna’ stay out all night long, and I just might not come back home, Better if you forget about me... I’m not somebody you’d want to see... Dear Miss Ann Jones... Dear Miss Ann Jones - I’m afraid to pick up the telephone, you’re on the other end and time has shown, you’re half crazy and the other half’s gone, Why do you want to pick on me??? I’m not your only source of company... Dear Miss Ann Jones... Dear Miss Ann Jones... Dear Miss Ann Jones... You’ve got to move on and set me free - I’d do it for you won’t you do it for me??? Dear Miss Ann Jones... Dear Miss Ann Jones - I’m run ragged and down to the bone, I’m six pound and six stone, you got to leave me the hell alone Look in my eyes you won’t find love... we broke his heart - what were we thinking of??? Dear Miss Ann Jones... Dear Miss Ann Jones... Dear Miss Ann Jones... Dear Miss Ann J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-J-Jones...
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When Amber Rains ©Jerry Axson As a matter of fact she comes right in, makes herself at home in my world, kind of tall, misplaced and thin, she’s no ordinary girl, Wide eyed and tight lipped - soft hair falls everywhere she had me at “Hello” I think - somewhere...back there, When Amber rains she pours down - from the cracks in her broken heart, somebody needs to love this girl - before she falls apart, and I want to be the one she sees, who made a difference in her life, when Amber rains she pours down - but not tonight... I met her down at “Tootes Shore” bar, a stormy Friday night, she walked in and sat down next to me, asked me for a light, Dreamy eyed and soft lips - wet hair tangled on her brow, Franklin told me “forget about this” - but I still want her somehow,
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Just How It Feels Sometimes ©Jerry Axson God bless the money - it don’t go far enough, in the land of milk and honey, living sure has been tough... when I get around to it - I’m gonna’ lose the rest of my mind, not that I am beholden to you - that’s just how it feels sometimes... just left of center- and never straight down the line, that’s just how it feels sometimes... I’m not much to look at - they say I’m too old to swing, a lot of summers ride under this hood, and I’m running short on springs, still I lay awake at night, counting the stars in my mind, while the carnival breaks down below, that’s just how it feels sometimes... just left of center - I never drawn inside the lines, that’s just how it feels sometimes... Just how it feels sometimes... just how it feels sometimes... like an animal locked in a cage - beaten down with fear and rage - just how it feels sometimes... God bless the man - who don’t know when to quit, rolls his sleeves up and digs in - when he’s thrown in the thick of it, he is a hero to me - and there’s no denying, that’s just how it feels sometimes...
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Everything But You ©Jerry Axson I’ve got the moon in the sky, looking down on me, I’ve got the stars in the Heavens above - as far as the eye can see, I’ve got the wind to wrap me up, I’ve got the sea deep and blue, everything a man could want, but I don’t have you... Everything but you - everything but you, I will wait here until I turn to stone, everything but you... I have a mighty righteous heart, beating within my chest, I keep time on my side, where I find it serves me best, the suns’ rays warm my austere face - the sky is wide and blue, I’ve got everything a man could need, but I don’t have you...
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Near As Bad (As The Last Time) ©Jerry Axson If I raise my hand I’ve got a question to ask - about your fixed rate policies and the lots that have been cast, against the temporaries and the innocent of heart and soul, well, it might get a little hot in here tonight - but it all comes down to a measure of self control... And this don't hurt near as bad as the last time – as a matter of fact I don’t feel anything at all, I won't drop down to my knees - and kiss your ass just to please, it don't hurt near as bad as the last time... You are a solitary man in the most desperate of ways - you’ve got your hand on my silver while your gold is at play, your mission statement is a collection of mysteries and lies, yeah, you speak a good forked tongue - but I see you behind those flashing eyes... I’m three sheets to the wind - dancing on your soyia again, I’ve got something to say - but you’re not listening anyway... This don't hurt near as bad as the last time - in fact I – I don’t think I feel any pain at all, I won't fall down on my knees - and kiss your ass just to please, this don't hurt near as bad as the last time...
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What A Girl Like That ©Jerry Axson I don’t understand what a girl like that - could see in a boy like me, must be something only she understands - must be something only she can see, I’m tongue tied - stupid inside - couldn’t get a word out if I tried - and I don’t understand what a girl like that - could see in a boy like me... Oh, and so it goes... on and on and on and on... I’m gonna’ drive you up and down, every street in our home town, show the boys that you’re with me, that’s the way I want it to be... I call you on the telephone and you pick up - why would you want to talk to me? I can’t speak and it’s hard to breathe - but I’ll get it out eventually, soft touch - hard choice - you can hear the nervousness in my voice - and I don’t understand what a girl like that - could see in a boy like me... I don’t understand what a girl like that - could see in a boy like me...
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Slipsheet Sisters ©Jerry Axson She works in the office next to mine, she passes by everyday, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile, but I’m guessing maybe that’s her way, and I wonder who she talks to, altogether and when she’s alone, I’ve watched her mouth just to see what comes out - but her lips don’t move on the phone, The slipsheet sisters will abduct you - they will change your every way, they’ve got cold plaster walls lined with porcelain dolls, that stare back with nothing to say... I often think about your present state, and what thoughts run through your head, the secrets you keep - the lies you release - the boys who pass through your bed, were you Mother’s painful obsession? while your Father turned a blind eye, you were made to impress in a Dollar store dress - and nobody saw how you cried, The slipsheet sisters will break you - then collect each and every part, they will sift through the best then discard the rest - the mind, the soul, and the --- heart... The slipsheet sisters will use you - then leave your body for dead, they will stand in the clear and whisper “Oh, my dear!”, while they put a bullet through your head... the slipsheet sisters... Oh, the slipsheet sisters... Oh, the slipsheet sisters... Yeah, the slipsheet sisters...
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The Unknown Song ©Jerry Axson Wait - This is the unknown song, this is the one I could not name, and though it stands alone - it is a part of me just the same...a part of me just the same... Over and over I hear it in my head - Over and over I hear it in my head... Hush - This is the unknown song, this is my pound of flesh, offered up in pinnace for - anything here that might be less...than what is my very best... Over and over I hear it in my head - Over and over I hear it in my head... This is the unknown song - the one that has no name, even though it stands alone, it is a part of me just the same, because I closed my eyes - and I opened my heart, it gave itself completely to me, each and every part, I painted notes in soft blues - I painted notes in bright red, a crown of swirling colors, to ease my aching head, this is the unknown song - this is the flesh and blood, this is the unknown song - executed but not understood, this is the unknown song...

about

Superior Drummer - a HUGE upgrade to the Alesis SR-16 drum machine I had been using for a few years. I actually got excited about the better quality drum kits available to me and the learning process of building the kits for each song individually - I had a lot of fun and I think overall the project reflects that. The first song, "I Will Drive" was actually done using the old SR-16 but I liked the execution and final mix down so much I decided to keep it for the project but it was the last song I ever recorded using the Alesis. "Dear Miss Ann Jones" simply put was me having a lot of fun, the lyrics just flowed out on this one. "When Amber Rains" I thought was a really well written and tightly executed pop song with that catchy chorus you have to have. I had watched an HBO special about the life and times of the famous bar keep "Tootes Shore" and I think most of us know about Amber! so there you go. "Just How It Feels Sometimes" was an interesting piece for me, it comes off simplistic but if you listen you can hear the depth of layering I put in this one, very thick, very intentional. "Near As Bad (As The Last Time)" was built off the guitar lick, just one of those funky licks that end up stuck in your head until you write something using it. "Slipsheet Sisters" was written about a Mother and Daughter I knew who were not very nice people. In the end "storier" is probably my favorite project of everything I did over a ten year period, once I got better sounding drums I felt more comfortable and confident with the process which I believe made for better songs.

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released September 23, 2016

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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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