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Free and Clean
02:26
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when this wet rag is rung and dried out
when my soul is spotless clean
I'm gonna shrug off the dirt and dust spots
and fly on off to heaven free
as it stands I'm sitting in a cow pile
steeped in this earthly stink
we all gonna bloom like flowers
when we fly on up to heaven free
I'm walking on my good and my bad foot
I'm crawling on my bended knee
I aint begging I know I'm forgiven
when I fly on up to heaven free
when my grandma when she was dying
these here words she said to me
'my dear grandson know that when I'm gone
I'll be flying up to heaven free'
when this wet rag is rung and dried out
when my soul is spotless clean
I'm going to shrug off the dirt and dust spots
and I'll fly on up to heaven free
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down at the crossroad, one foot in a pothole
empty pocket burning with dues yet to earn
I was taunting the dark one like, 'bitch come and get some'
play with fire you bound to get served
I made my decision, it aint no kind of living
least I got some time to reflect
anyhow that's all I ever wanted, some space to walk in
around this town and clear my head
I can't be where I wanna be
here I take my stand
kissing the fingertips of the moment at hand
erased and blacked out, my face became a hell mouth
a portal spewing sewage into heaven
I couldn't feel the blows and welts I verbally dealt out
I was knee deep in the waters of Lethe
I loved you so much baby but love could not save me
from the hurt I hadn't yet learned to face
it's all around me know in a dark electric cloud
light stabbing me like cold shards of rain
I can't be where I wanna be
here I take my stand
kissing the fingertips of the moment at hand
it's always a crossroad, every step as it unfolds
there aint no mystical intersection
blind hungry feet stroll the high and the low road
toes can't trace no pure blameless method
I can't make no retractions or justify my actions
life aint like that
suppose I'm getting good and grown, rolling on my own
and I aint looking back
I can't be where I wanna be
here I take my stand
kissing the fingertips of the moment at hand
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Theatre Buff
01:55
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you're a firecracker in a darkened sky
shedding white hot sharp shards of light
I got a thing for ya, wanna put my match to your flame
and make light of these heavy heavy phoenix wings
to be utterly blunt your muff is a part I wanna play
wanna put myself into your theatrical ways
let's write something and put in on the stage
we'll thumb our sexy noses at whatever the critics have to say
what do they know about art anyway
all the good stuff I've seen happens below the stage
in the small rooms of big hearts where there's ample room to play
and try on for size whatever kind of face
I don't mean no disrespect
you're to wild to hold and I aint into nets any way
I just want to mess around
I don't want to be let down
I don't trust me or you
still I think that you're pretty damn cool
and I'm pretty cool too
maybe even as cool as you
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God Talk
02:36
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I don't want no god talk at my funeral
Jesus is alright but he aint my main man
it's all of ya'll whom I love so dearly
it's you alone who made me what I am
god is good but god made me faulty
it's you alone who made me so good
send me off in flames hot and rowdy
don’t burry me in no box of wood
I don't want no sad songs at my funeral
I sing em now but I wont need em then
sing about them pastures of plenty
sing about how that circle never ends
I don't want no crying at my funeral
but if you must, fill a cup up with wine
take a drink for every drop that falls
and know that you are a friend of mine
I don't want no god talk at my funeral
if you must read something, quote some Tortilla Flat
let all my fucked up friends know
I'm so thankful
it's you alone who made me
what good I am
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Holes
03:16
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feeling wet and washed up
on the shores of ho-hum
bound for glory bound and gaged
my tongues a butter knife it seems these days
it aint cutting nothing but wonder bread
wondering how I can muster some bread to get me the means
to spread myself where I choose and please
sew my oats like a wool-knit sweater
to keep me warm in this cold cold weather
'spose by now I should know better
things tend to unravel in windy weather
the bag I’m in brown and damp
is wearing thin exposing glass
fist shaped muscle forged from sand
filling up the empty hand that's
reaching out to grab
the stubborn edges of the looking glass
flowers bloom with every shard
plucked from fingers and guitars
the healing scent of feelings wrenched
from a vague sense of lonliness
gaps and flaws in character and script
paint the terrain of who we is
the holes are where the light gets in
light is framed by night and sin
lord won't you forgive me please
for living this life you gave to me
sailing on a ragged wind
fueled by breath of three A.M.
we squirm and pray and play and fight
heaving on the shores of life
gnawing on the serpents tail
pennies get laid upon the rail
wishes spread thin with hot heat of motion
leaving nothing but a blurry notion
in the flush face of drunken dance
we kiss the lips of circumstance
rosy cheeks ripe with the night
receive the fruit dark and divine
stars cut open the sky
letting in the finish line
gaps and flaws in character and script
turn the pages of where we been
the holes are where the light gets in
light is framed by night and sin
lord won't you forgive me please
for living this life you gave to me
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Katie Come Over
02:46
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Katie come over, come over today
let's sing some folk songs
and ride our bikes in the rain
and when we dry off
we'll fill up our plates
with spaghetti and veg sauce
that together we made
Katie come over
let's go on a date
we can rent a paddle boat
and go out on the lake
let's go fly a kite
get totally lame
let's make like a tandem bicycle
and cornball away, away!
I know I don't know you that well
and you don't know me
there's only one way to tell
only one way to see
Katie come over
come over today
let's write a folk song
and ride our bikes in the rain
I just wanna see ya
just wanna hang
Katie come over
Katie today
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Vitruvian Man
03:29
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my hand is a starfish
my fist a conch shell
I hold it to my ear
and hear the ocean swell
bliss would get boring after awhile
still send me to heaven I’ll give it a try
reincarnate me
whip me again
strap me in chains
cage me in flesh
I’ll be a good boy
walk the straight line
drink gin with Jesus
till we both bleed wine
life it gets lonely
trees loose their leaves
skeletons get naked
and dance in the breeze
a trout is a good fish
in river or lake
a wish is a light kiss
on the side of her face
lovers are nice
to have and to hold
guitars they're alright
but a body gets cold
pain it aint nothing
when it's moving along
it's just when it's stuck
that you can't move at all
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Up Through the Floor
02:42
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all my ex-girlfriends are getting married
or about to, least so it seems
I can honestly say I'm happy for them
and I'm glad that they aint marrying me
all of my friends are making babies
and some day lord I hope the same for me
parenthood must be truly awe inspiring
a gift form heave that aint yet meant for me
all of my friends are making babies
putting down roots, growing the family tree
I can honesty say I'm happy for them
and someday lord I hope the same for me
it's a long low lonesome sidewalk
I find my toes stepping upon
I'm growing on the sides and in the cracks of it
towards the light lord, up thru the floor
stage is my home, road is my oxygen
song is the atom that constructs my world
if I'm on the wrong path, I don't intend to get off of it
I'm gonna see how that horizon unfurls
it's a long low lonesome sidewalk
I find my toes stepping upon
I'm growing on the sides and in the cracks of it
towards the light lord, up thru the floor
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Walls
03:06
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when your heart is dumb and broken
and there's no words that can spoke the wheels of thought
spinning round your mind
there's a hollow ache that takes the place
of feeling anything at all
except the wall in-between you and me
I've made mistakes before, lord knows
my bed is made upon the floor
I've never known any other way to sleep
I pray someday I'll learn to lay
no more upon bales of hay
sheltered by this wall around me
yes I miss ya, I'll never kiss you again
not ever in this life
you would think that I'd get used to
this shade of deep blue
but it just keeps getting darker every night
a chance was took and it got got
that yellow dog had to be shot
I know it but still I can't stop these tears
my only fear is that I'll never grow
thumbs to climb, breath to blow
down this wall around me
I suppose the sun it does tend to shine
another love will light my sky
if I'm blessed to see another day
them cosmic gears they grunt and grind
what is just is, I'll get by
aint no roof on the walls inside me
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