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Jason Webley
Jason Webley


Background information
Born June 1, 1974
Origin Seattle, Washington, United States
Genre(s) Folk
Punk Rock
Experimental
Gypsy Punk
Folk Punk
Years active 1996—present
Label(s) Eleven Records
Associated acts Evelyn Evelyn
Website Website



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Jason Webley Album


Only Just Beginning (2004)
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Wake up
With only echoes in my arms
Wake up
With echoes in my arms

Echoes in my arms make me empty
Make me empty
Make me empty
Make me empty

And a touch can make
This old flesh new again, amen
Yes, a touch can make
This old flesh new again, amen

Stand up
Old words are sticking to my lips
Stand up
Sticking to my lips

Sticking to my lips like ashes
Like ashes
Like ashes
Like ashes

And a touch can make
This old flesh new again, amen
Yes, a touch can make
This old flesh new again, amen

Amen, amen, amen

. . .


One day the knife began to fall and as it dropped I heard it call
Oh father, see how I have grown, the bastard fruit of seed you've sown
Lost my erection, saw my reflection, it was hard to see that face
He said "Welcome home, brother, how have you been?"

We're at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows
No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at
We've gone through the valley, we've borne our burden badly
But lift up your ears and turn around, I think I can hear a sound
The tune is sweet, the rhythm strong, the music that could bring us all together again

One night I left my lady's side, I felt some change within the tide
Pulled a blanket over me and set my little boat to sea
I could feel the waves come and find the rhythm
The ocean won't let you forget, the tide rolls out, but the tide will come back in

We're at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows
No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at
We've left our lovers waiting, spent our juices masturbating
Now I think it's time we start to build something that has a heart
The air is growing thick with tones that just might bring these scattered bones together again

One morning we woke up to find the chasm had become so wide
Between us and our fathers, while we slept the space grew larger
We could feel the shadow, we could hear the echo
Of a song I know he used to sing, start to remember how it begins

We're at the end of an era, no more sharpening our arrows
No more praying we never hit the things that we are shooting at
We've sent our vessels out to sea, tied our feathers to the tree
Spent the winter on our knees, looking for these melodies
The songs of a forgotten king who longs to hear his people sing together again

. . .


When you can't find your heart, but your body keeps moving
When you can't tell your life apart from your dreams
Follow the lights into the valley
Gently respond to the pull of a string

The knife will fall
Something will die
Something will die today

Follow the lights into the valley
Your body is heavy, your body is cold
And it grows from a seed, it grows from a seed
You hold in your hand everything that you thought you'd sold

The feathers call
Something will fly
Something will fly today

And it grows from a seed
It grows from a seed
We are only beginning
Just beginning to see

The tears will fall like rain
Someone will cry today
Someone will cry today

Someone will fly
Someone will die
Someone will fly
Someone will die

Someone will fly...

. . .


I wake up every morning to the sound of motors roaring
They are drowning out the voices in my head
At night while I am sleeping I can hear the angels speaking
But I can't recall a single thing they said

I see their lips move clearly, I feel their presence near me
But each word they try to tell me just slips through the cracks
I push, I strain, I wrestle with my brain
And then a voice from somewhere whispers to relax

I'll say a word for sickness, she is my favorite mistress
Yes, she knows my body like no other can
My flesh and spirit keep colliding when her fingers are inside me
Oh my god, oh my god, lady, I'm your man

Fever, flu, malaria, come near me, do not spare me
I just long to spend another night under attack
I retch, I shake, I cry until I break
And then I feel something release and I relax

I bang for my days against the walls inside this maze
I've never been too good at this damn kind of thing
I'm in here with my father, I'm just pacing but he's smarter
He's been building a fantastic set of wings

And like that I'm up and flying with the labyrinth behind me
But I go too high, the sun is melting through the wax
It burns, it hurts, I tumble to the earth
And as I fall I feel myself relax

Am I letting go?
Am I letting go?
I think I'm letting go
I must be letting go

Am I letting go?
I think I'm letting go
I must be letting go
I've got to let it go

Let it go
I've got to let it go
Go, let it go
I've got to let it go, let go, let go, let go, let go

I'm letting go, I'm letting go
Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go, let go
I'm letting go, I'm letting go
Let go, let go

I wake up every morning to the sound of motors roaring
They are drowning out the voices in my head
At night while I am sleeping I can hear the angels speaking
But I can't recall a single thing they said

I see their lips move clearly, I feel their presence near me
But all their unearthly wisdom just slips through the cracks

I push, I strain, I wrestle with my brain
I retch, I shake, I cry until I break
It burns, it hurts, I tumble to the earth
And as I fall I feel myself relax

. . .


He goes down, he goes down
One day he's gonna find that stone so bright
It's gonna burn away this cloud
He goes down

He goes down, he goes down
One day that wall's gonna crack and fall
Like raindrops on his crown
He goes down

He's digging 'cause a dream once showed
A vision of a motherlode
Awaiting for him in the ground
He goes down

He goes down, he goes down
One day he's gonna see that stone so big
It's gonna drive away these hounds
Well, he goes down

He goes down, he goes down
One day he's gonna stumble, that rock's gonna crumble
Gonna leave him underground
Well, he goes down

He's digging for the devil
He's digging for himself
He's digging like a holy clown
He goes down

He's digging 'cause a dream once showed
A vision of a motherlode
Awaiting for him in the ground
He goes down

He's digging towards breath
He's digging towards death
He's digging towards a sacred sound
He goes down

. . .


I walked across a continent where children did not bat an eye
When made to watch their mothers die, they left the bodies by the sides
Of roads where only willows cried, yes, even my own eyes were dry
When somehow there I lost my bride, the ring slipped free and fell beneath the earth

So like Orpheus, I bowed and went far underneath the firmament
My harp strings broke, my voice was spent, I kissed my lady's hand and sent
My two weeks notice with my rent
And she grew cold and softly said

That I am not your lover
I'm the map you use to find her
I am not your lover
I'm just a map you use to find her

I step outside my room once more and see what I have seen before
Another ship washed to my shore, a figure walking towards my door
Her face is tired, her dress is torn
I look into her eyes and feel her thirst

She says I've come across these waters high, pressed on by such auspicious signs
I've watched the stars and read the tides, the winds have brought me to your side
I come to you, I am your bride
And I grew cold as I replied

That I am not your lover
I'm the map you use to find him
I am not your lover
I'm just a map you use to find him

I am not your lover
I'm the map you used to find him
I am not your lover
I'm just a map you use to find him

She said I am not your lover
I'm the map you use to find her
I am not your lover
I'm just a map you use to find her

. . .


She takes my hand, but I don't understand where we're going
Are we almost there, are we all?
I stumble backwards, I trip over passwords, not knowing
Was she really there, was she real?

These are the words she tells him, he tells her
I just remembered that my ride is waiting

I take her hand, I still don't understand what I'm after
We'll just see what's there, we'll just see
She stumbles backwards, she trips over my words and laughter
Was I really there, was I real?

These are the words of the boy, of the girl
I just remembered that my ride is waiting

. . .


You hear that sound, the rain is coming down
It says there's a ripeness setting in
The children spin around 'til they crash into the ground
Singing "Welcome Home Forever Once Again"

And when you hear the spirit's call
There ain't no use to fight
And if you want to eat tomorrow, you better sow your seed tonight
You better sow your seed tonight

You feel that fire lift your body higher
An old, old dance is growing here
Better kiss me soon while the blossoms are in bloom
Or you might just have to wait another year

And when you hear the spirit's call
There ain't no use to fight
And if you want to eat tomorrow, you better sow your seed tonight
You better sow your seed tonight

You feel that beet, come on, move your feet
Old man winter's dead and gone
There'll be wiggling of the toes, there'll be taking off of clothes
There'll be silly naked dancing on the lawn

And when you hear the spirit's call
There ain't no use to fight
And if you want to eat tomorrow, you better sow your seed tonight
You better sow your seed tonight

And when you hear the spirit's call
There ain't no wrong or right
So if you want to eat tomorrow, you better sow your seed tonight
You better sow your seed tonight

And when you hear the spirit's call
There ain't no use to fight
And if you want to eat tomorrow, you better sow your seed tonight
You better sow your seed tonight

. . .


Six long months at sea, now a warmer current brings
Echoed fragments of a song I think we wrote
With a worn thin book of maps and a faith so full of holes
It's a miracle we even stayed afloat

We could taste the salt through our fingertips
And knew the time had come
So we said goodbye to the lives we'd lived
And we pulled our anchor up

Now we scrape the barnacles from off our hearts
And we row the boat to shore, hallelujah
You can feel the end even as we start
And we row the boat to shore, hallelujah

Just done letting go of the things I used to own
Now I guess the tides are changing once again
I got so goddamn good at navigating on my own
But I guess it's time to bring the old boat in

Well, I've worked so hard to get my sea legs
I've earned these calloused hands
But I drank this ocean down to the dregs
And I'm thirsty for dry land

Now I scrape the barnacles from my heart
And I row the boat to shore, hallelujah
I heard sirens sing themselves apart
So I row the boat to shore

I row the boat to shore, hallelu, hallelujah
Hallelu, hallelujah

Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah

Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah
Row the boat to shore, hallelujah

. . .


Sculpted clay, paper scraps, bits of wood, old belt scraps
Everyone is looking for their friend
Hearts, balloons and broken wings, a puppet dangles by his strings
And dreams of who is on the other end

And we are working upon this canvas
And it is perfect, and it is madness
We are only just beginning, we're only just beginning
To unearth this ancient sadness

See them scurry and toil, watch them sift through the soil
Something very large is buried in this ground
Yes, they've torn the surface all apart, but never even glimpsed the heart
They're going to have to go much deeper down

And we are working upon this canvas
And it is perfect, and it is madness
But we are only just beginning, only just beginning
To unearth this ancient sadness

They've packed up the tents and stages, put the lions back in cages
Yes, the carnival is over for the year
And it's sad to watch the party end, but I'm still looking for my friend
And oh, somehow she's never been so near

And we are working upon this canvas
And it is perfect, perfect madness
But we are only just beginning, only just beginning
To unearth this ancient sadness

We are only just beginning, we're only just beginning
We are only just beginning, we're only just beginning
We are only just beginning, we are only just beginning
We're only just beginning, only just beginning

Only just, only just, we're only just beginning
Only just beginning, we're only just beginning
We are only just beginning
We've only just begun, and hearts will fly

Only just beginning, only just beginning, only just beginning
And hearts begin to fly
Only just beginning, only just beginning, only just beginning
And hearts begin to fly

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