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Bored (Part 1) [Demo]
01:56
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What will I do
When I finally get bored of you?
The excitement melts away...
Where will I go
When it all has to go somewhere
It was nice while it lasted
We had such good dreams
Of things that we’d be
And we did them all too quickly
We had such big plans
That slipped through our hands
When we put them all over
And ran out of room to cover
What will I do
when I finally get bored of you?
Will it all break off easy
Where will it go
When we’ve gone as far up as we can
And now it has to crash & land
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Asking why we sell our feelings
Is only step one, believe me, we’ve all moved on
I’d happily pay to hear what you think
That’s connection after all
And you’ll leave something when you’re gone
Validation is inspiration
Strength for my generation
Catching up
So we can prepare to move along
My thoughts, might not,
Have any way to change you
But this might shake your body
And help rearrange you
I heard this man
Tell me art could never make change
It’s only reflection
I don’t disagree
But like his words, it gave me direction for me
So many times, I’d never been healed
Knowing feeling scared was something everyone feels
But then the right one screamed, “LOVE IS WORRY,”
And then my fate was finally sealed
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Your City's Next! (Demo)
03:52
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On an unassuming day in October, The Little Red House was crushed where it stood
And the apartment complex took over the corner block
Rent starts at $1500 for a one bedroom
Get in line
The new locals are surprised there’s not new art, like there used to be
Lots of young people in the coffee shops, like you & me
After all, look how nice the streets are
And no homeless people anywhere, lucky me
I could bring my kids here
Nice place
Classic city mismanagement
Plus overzealous architects
Old news, the old one’s crumbled
News flash, your city’s next
Kinda wild, you can see festivals getting bigger every year
But there aren’t any new local bands,
Wonder why
It’s almost like the people who want to make a living off of music
Can’t afford to get by
I was on a road trip somewhere new
with my best friend, turned to him and said,
I wanna work part time, minimum wage, by myself, and preferably more than half dead
He looked and told me, this city isn’t for me, and at that point, which one is?
You find one town with out a scene
Or a miracle rising in the west
But call it yours, and once it’s big, you guessed it,
That city’s next
(He improvised verse 3)
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Noon Shift (Demo)
04:19
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Fuck parades
They’re only a roadblock from where you need to get to
Like gettin’ to work to serve the crowd that storms in after the parade’s done
I drove through one in desperation
to clock in on time
Pulled over by a cop on a bicycle
Why didn’t I just drive away?
You got a Jeep with seven tickets
And a sign on the meter
Says You’ve got 10 grand and no plans
Let’s fucking go
I appreciate the sentiment
The energy of feeling spent
Biting at the heels of a looming
Legal imminence
I appreciate the sentiment
He’s just tryin’
They’re just tryin’
Making livings while we’re dying
From folks making livings out of dying
And it put me in the headspace
Blaming others for the rat race
It’s not the man in front of me
It’s numbers that his face makes
Runnin’ through conversion stats
And runnin’ ads
Next kid in line, looked like he dreamed
Of seeing jobs end just like me
Evidence of class wars schemes
And stereotypes of teenage dreams
Shaggy shave, nose pierced, eyes glazed
A dollar short, and I made a pass
To take the drinks, and joke about
Burning this whole building down
His eyes got wide, his face grew worried
I got tense politely hurried them along
Another zoomer I got wrong
Another punk kid an angry old man put in the words of a song who’s just tryin’
He’s just tryin’
They’re just tryin’
Making livings while we’re dying
From folks making livings out of dying
What is it that you know or don’t know
That makes you think things are going well
What is it that you know or don’t know
That makes you think things are going well
What do you have, what are you hiding
That life is just a river you’re riding
Your feet are dry, I’ve swallowed salt
Everyone posts suicide on their alts
Inviting death, on our alts
Stoned to stillness, on our alts
Ease the numbness, on our alts
It’s not their faults, it’s not their faults
It's not our fault!
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City of trees
And a pleasant breeze
Almost forget
I’m in the middle of a desert
Come for the scene
Stay for the dream
Of settlin’ down
And makin’ old jokes about the weather
I shake off invitations
For making new relations
Stupid higher purpose
Canceling vacations
‘Cause I’m here on business,
Not making friends
I have no interest in your city
No money for your trends
‘Cause I’m runnin’ low on time
20 years left in my prime
Before my efforts are exceptions
Or I find some new directions
I’ve been stuck in here for hours
In a old shop
Distracting me from work I’ve self-imposed
Pleasure
Is only a distraction
Like a catholic in reservation
But instead of God, it’s an art attraction
Every second I’m taking breaks
Is like a regrettable afterglow
It was better in the moment
And now I need to go
GO GO GO!
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Keepin' Up (Demo)
03:34
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I’m always discovering things
You’ve known about myself for years
Every thing that I’ve been going through
Is gonna be worth the tears
I know, I know, I know
My inner conflict is never your fault
But I still feel like I’m a kid
With feelings taken with a grain of salt
Everybody says
Nobody’s figured it out
But should I feel like
I’ve barely even started
Spending years along the route
Thanks for your patience
Thank you for waiting up
One day I’ll be keeping the pace
Today I’ll just be
keepin’ up
Protagonist syndrome
Rejection of roles
A fear of mediocrity
An enormous addiction to goals
You wanna make an impact
You wanna be in somebody’s head
When they don’t care ‘bout your taste or your skillset
Your self-worth is even more dead
The things I demand from others are correctly labeled flaws
Dependency, worship, imitation, applause
I can feel my friends
shaking their heads
Because they already know
You’re still seeking pity
You’re still growin’ up,
And you've still got a long way to go!
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Jenny’s got a bottle of wine in her hand
Dylan’s crying through his favorite band
Michael’s got his headset on
& the evening to himself
Sara’s got vacation in 300 days
Aaron’s got a gig that finally pays
The rent is overdue, it’s not enough to do
But it’s the least they can do for themselves
Self care, it’s a cliche now
Two words, you haven’t figured out
There’s so much to fear
And always something to keep you down
Sugar and sleep
Getting too deep
A secret to keep
A minute to weep
And pushing your pulse to the edge of your skin
Anything to feel like you’re still livin’
Are you shaking?
Well I’m shakin’ too
Are you breaking?
Or just makin’ do
Are you takin’
Any time for you
Are you aching?
In your body again
Feeling useless
Away your friends
What’s your something
To comfort you in spite
Of it all
(Despite everything, it’s still you)
All’s well while it’s ending
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Jordan Thornquest Twin Falls, Idaho
Jordan Thornquest maps his mindstate with theatrical relish & a form of punk-informed power pop that's both candidly introspective and fearlessly extroverted.
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