Gravity - single

by Jon Horne

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Sung and played by JH.
Recorded at Well Close Terrace, Whitby in 2008.
Releasable again, now that Garageband has stopped messing about with the files.

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released December 20, 2017

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Jon Horne Whitby, UK

Keepin' it largely fictional in the pubs and Pavilions of Whitby since 2004. Vocal, guitar, noisy songs with stories and tunes.

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Track Name: Gravity
It's so early in the morning
It might as well be last night
And you don't know if it's dawn
Or someone else's bedroom light
You're looking at the ceiling
And counting all the cracks
The wallpaper's peeling
And the paint beneath it's black
You seem to have the feeling
Time's stopped in its tracks
And that's that

When you're waiting at the station
And time flows by like glass
And in your observation
Every second's like the last
Everyone is sleeping
No one's on the move
You want to take a flying leap
There's nothing else to do
The second hand is creeping
Backwards, just for you
And that's true

(No no no) it's all lies
It's just an illusion
Due to boredom and the rain
Close your eyes
And take a look at the view
At the top of this mountain range
Put the champagne
On ice to chill
To soothe your savage breast
Then point yourself downhill
And let gravity do the rest

Back at school they'll tell you
Keep both feet on the ground
And this old fool's behind you
Saying slow down slow down
Slow down slow down
But you're doing just fine, thank you
Your time is now

The southbound train is running
No leaves on the track
You're heading for the mountains
Your suitcase is on the rack
If you want thrills
If you want spills
it's best not to forget
To point yourself downhill
And let gravity do the rest

(for Alex, April 2008)
Track Name: American Whisky
These days I don't know who to believe
I can't remember what I've done or where I've been
And I don't recognise who's lying next to me
But I don't mind, it's just the way it seems to be

These days this is how the story goes
She wakes up with a start, but dresses slow
In another room (or is it on the radio?)
She calls out my name, and sings sweet and low

I owe it all to American whisky
The kind that you don't hold up to the light
Purse your lips and sniff and savour
The water of life? You just drink all night

I try to say Goodbye, but the moment's passed
I'll tell you this for nothing, nothing ever lasts
My grip on what is real is slipping fast
So I'd better reach for the glass

These days I've just got used to seeing
Headstones where my friends all used to be
There's an old man in the mirror staring back at me
And someone in the hallway who's just about to leave

I believe in American whisky
The kind that you don't hold up to the light
Purse your lips and sniff and savour
The water of life? You just drink all night

© Jon Horne 19.2.08

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