Sketches For the Musical JIB
by Amanda Palmer & Jason Webley
Quinn the Eskimo
Quinn the Eskimo
A bit more cabaret than she's been lately (but I'll admit I do not have a timline on this voluminous discography). This means I love it love it love it because it hails back to my initial exposure to this dynamo!
Karen Gregory
Karen Gregory
All the tracks are really awesome. This music is really deep and emotional which means great.
Favorite track: The Wolf Song.
Jamie Buckland
Jamie Buckland
So happy to hear new music from Amanda (and Jason
Favorite track: The Star Song.
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The Box Song
04:44
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Box on a desk
Next to a castle of glass
That they bought from the airport
The price on the back
Shelves overflow
With photographs and bones
A museum of someone
That will never be known
Pennies for thoughts
That cost a mountain of debt
Rusting in bottles
They’ll never come to collect
They’ll never come to collect
And you were sure that you could keep it all
Off in a tower where there’d always be space
And you were sure that if you read it all
You would eventually come across your own name
Daffodils hanging off a rearview of lies
You keep your foot on the pedal
And you can’t see outside.
Boxes of novels
Fill all the seats and the trunk
There’s barely room for a driver
In this treasure chest of junk
And the tower is crumbling
And you are thinking of running
From all these years of commitment
To keep this dead garden growing
To keep this dead garden growing
And you were sure that you could learn it all
And if you did than you would always be safe
And you were sure that you could use it all
To build a fortress they could never take
It’s got to be around here somewhere
Maybe you’re really going mad
Maybe it’s buried in the old school
Maybe you never really
And now you’re starting look
A little like someone in a book
You’ve tucked yourself inside
Your body pressed and dried
Fairies and princes
And the story doesn’t change
He keeps slaying the dragon
She’s still chained to the cage
And it’s time to retire
But you can’t give up the title
As the head of collections
For these dead letter files
As the head of collections
For these dead letter files
And you were sure that you could keep it all locked
And all the nice dark things would never get lit
And you were sure that you could keep them out
And you were sure that you could keep yourself hid
It’s got to be around here somewhere
Maybe it’s under mom and dad
Maybe you wrote it in your diary
Maybe you never really
It’s got to be around here somewhere
Maybe you have it to your son
Maybe it’s time you just admit that
Maybe you never really had
A past worth passing on.
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The Wolf Song
03:10
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Who’s that? Who’s there?
Who’s that? Who’s there?
What’s that? Who’s there?
Who’s that? Who’s there?
You look nothing like my father
You look nothing like my father
You look nothing like my father
You look nothing like my father
Who’s there? What’s that sound
Who’s there? Hello? Is that you?
Who’s that? You came back!
Who’s there? Who’s outside?
Who’s that? You came back!
Who’s there?
You sound nothing like my father
You sound nothing like my father
You sound nothing like my father
You sound nothing like my father
You said you’d be back in hour
You said you’d be back in hour
You said you’d be back in hour
What’s this?
Those eyes, that mouth, that sound
Who’s that? Who’s outside?
Pounding the door What’s that noise?
You look sort of like my father
You look sort of like my father
You look sort of like my father
You look sort of like my father
You said you’d be back in hour
You said you’d be back in hour
You said you’d be back by tomorrow
You said you’d be back by tomorrow
You said you’d be back by tomorrow
Who’s that? Smashing glass?
Scratching, thrashing, screaming my name
Twitching threatening and shaking the latch
Dad is that you, are you back?
Who’s that? Who’s that?
You look exactly like my father
Exactly like my father
You’re exactly like my father
You’re exactly like my father
You said you’d be back in hour
You said you’d be back in hour
You said you’d be back by tomorrow
You said you’d be back by tomorrow
You said you’d be back by the weekend
You said you’d be back by the weekend
You said you’d be back for my birthday
You said you’d be back for my birthday
You said you’d be back for my birthday
Little girl little girl let me come in
Little girl little girl let me come in
Little girl little girl let me come in.
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The Boat Song
02:37
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My baby doll
Could you just go
Down to the sushi bar and get me what I want
I know you know
I want a car
I want a dress
I want a bag that’s big enough to fit
My seven hundred friends
We’re gonna need a miracle
We’re gonna need a plan
We’re gonna have to find a place to go
We’re out here in the water with our pockets full of sand
And the sinking souls around us yelling
No, no, no
We’re gonna need a bigger boat
For all this shit
We can’t just go around pretending
Everyone is gonna fit
I know I told you
I promised it
But I have always been a liar
Sorry, life’s a fucking bitch
I want a castle
In the country
I want a loft downtown
I wanna call you
When I want you
Honey, I don’t want you hanging around
And while you’re out dear
Grab me a church dear
And not some strip mall shit
I’m talking real stained glass
And my believers
People with class
I’m gonna hang out on my alter in my golden robe and crown
Professing all my propaganda while they kiss my ass
We’re gonna need a miracle
We’re gonna need a plan
We’re gonna have to find a place to go
We’re stuck here in a lifeboat with our amputated hands
And our automated captain yelling
Row, row, row
We’re gonna need a bigger boat
For all this shit
We can’t just go around pretending
Everyone is gonna fit
I know i told you
I promised it
But I have always been a liar
Sorry, life’s a fucking bitch
We’re gonna need a bigger boat
For all this fish
We’re gonna murder the whole ocean
With our fucked up wish
I know i told you
I promised it
But I was lying when I promised
And I’ve always been a liar
And you’re not getting on this boat
So fucking live with it.
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The Fear Song
02:50
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I don’t want to scare you but we need to talk
It’s only fair that you know a few things about me before we start
And if you determine after learning of this little issue of mine
That you need to go
I won’t be surprised
You strike me as someone who’s seen quite a lot
But in my honest opinion I doubt this’ll work like you thought
There’s something specific I need you to do if you’re up to the task
(Which you don’t seem to be from the way that
You’re still staring back with no change of expression)
But hey — you can give it a shot
I wish I was I wish I was
I wish I wish I wish i was
I wish I was I wish I was
I wash I was afraid because
I’ve seen how people work
I’ve watched them all these years
They are not driven by ambition
All their motors run on fear
Each one afraid of aging, dying
Being lonely, getting caught
They’re terrified of moving on
But scared of staying here
I bared my neck to the teeth of a knife
They’ve held my head under the water for minutes — I didn’t mind
I’ve been blind, bound and tied at the mercy of strangers,
they beat me, whatever
My heart didn’t race — I was fine
I got them to hang me from terrible heights
They took me to places of poverty, malice, unspeakable
war — I have seen people die
They left me at night in the heart of the forest, the air full of noises,
The creatures that eat us just feet from my face,
As their wild cries sounded, and darkness surrounded
And still I did not bat an eye
I wish I was I wish I was
I wish I was afraid because
I wish I was I wish I was
Afraid afraid afraid because
I wish I was I wish because
I wish I was afraid because
I wish I was I wish I was
I wish I was afraid because
I wish I was I wish I was
I wish I was afraid because
I wish I wish I wish because
If you’re not scared, you’re not in love
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The Star Song
03:22
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It’s getting cold, I’m underdressed
I’m still not sold on this whole mess
You told me - give it all away
Just trust, it will come back someday
I gave my voice, I gave my time
Was there a choice, and was it mine?
I leant out every stitch I had
I gave you everything you asked
Now nothing left except this faith
This old idea it’s gonna rain
Do you think that the stars
Are going to spend their light on you?
Do you think that the stars
Give a shit what you might do?
Everybody’s naked in the woods
And everybody’s trying to be good
You say you have nothing left to lose
But I know that’s just the story that you use
what you’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mother
what you’ve got you’ve got to give it to your father
what you’ve got you’ve got to give to your sister
what you’ve got you’ve got to give now hand it over
It’s getting dark, I’m lost and scared
I can’t find shelter anywhere
You told me — give it all away
Just trust, it will come back someday
I gave my body and my voice
But do you think I had a choice?
You know what, baby, I’m in hell
Nothing but stories that I tell
Myself - I’ve got to keep the faith
This sad old lie it’s gonna rain
Do you think that the stars
Are going to spend their light on you?
Do you think that the stars
give a shit what you might do?
When there are billions and billions of us all looking for love
With billions of eyes all fixed on something above
And we’re all are waiting for the pyro at the end of the show
But the lights we’re staring up at died out centuries ago
Do you think that the stars
Are going to spend their light on you?
You really think that the stars
give a shit what you might do?
Do you think that the stars
Are going to spend the night with you?
You really think that the stars
Give a shit what you’ve been through?
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Credits:
These recordings are demos of songs written for The Windmill Factory and Old Sound Room’s 2016 production of “JIB, or: The Child Who Went Forth To Learn What Fear Was”. The songs are adapted from original concepts by Michael McQuilken.
All songs written and performed by Amanda Palmer and Jason Webley.
Amanda: vocals, piano, drums, banging on the door
Jason: vocals, guitars, accordion, bass, ukulele, etc
The Wolf Song, The Fear Song and The Star Song recorded by Kevin Salem at The Distortion Tank.
All other tracks recorded in the Viking Hall by Jason Webley.
Mixed and mastered by Jason Webley.
All songs (C) 2016 by Eight Foot Music (ASCAP) and Music That Tears Itself Apart (SESAC).
Credits:
These recordings are demos of songs written for The Windmill Factory and Old Sound Room’s 2016 production of “JIB, or: The Child Who Went Forth To Learn What Fear Was”. The songs are adapted from original concepts by Michael McQuilken.
All songs written and performed by Amanda Palmer and Jason Webley.
Amanda: vocals, piano, drums, banging on the door
Jason: vocals, guitars, accordion, bass, ukulele, etc
The Wolf Song, The Fear Song and The Star Song recorded by Kevin Salem at The Distortion Tank.
All other tracks recorded in the Viking Hall by Jason Webley.
Mixed and mastered by Jason Webley.
All songs (C) 2016 by Eight Foot Music (ASCAP) and Music That Tears Itself Apart (SESAC).
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released September 13, 2016
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