J is a rock legend! She’s a singer, songwriter, and guitarist. J’s music style blends punk, rock, and glam, with a rebellious spirit that’s inspired many. She’s also a pioneering female musician who’s been a huge influence on women in rock. With a career spanning decades, J’s still rocking! But she started out like any of us. She was exposed to music early on. She convinced her parents to let her take guitar lessons at a young age. She formed her first band, in the 1970s with fellow teenage girls and the rest is history… #Music #Rock #Legend #Amazon
The whispers began in dimly lit clubs and backstage dressing rooms, morphing into campfire tales and eventually, into a widely recognized cultural archetype: the “27 Club.” It is a fraternity no one wishes to join, a morbid roll call of musicians whose incandescent careers were extinguished at the zenith of their creative powers, all at the age of twenty-seven.#Club27 #Music #Deadat27 #GeorgeDell #JanisJoplin #JimMorrison
J is a rock legend! She’s a singer, songwriter, and guitarist. J’s music style blends punk, rock, and glam, with a rebellious spirit that’s inspired many. She’s also a pioneering female musician who’s been a huge influence on women in rock. With a career spanning decades, J’s still rocking! But she started out like any of us. She was exposed to music early on. She convinced her parents to let her take guitar lessons at a young age. She formed her first band, in the 1970s with fellow teenage girls and the rest is history… #Music #Rock #Legend #Amazon
Put my pen to the page… I don’t often get the time… Builds such guilt inside… But I know you remain mine… And I know it hurts you too… Everyday… But there’s nothing we can do.
I’m so lonely here… Been so long since I’ve seen your face…Time keeps marching on… Seems no end to this place… But if I close my eyes… I can see you clearly… And dream you’re near me.
Instrumental……………………………….Short lead Lead……………………
Verse 3
Morning comes… I could swear I feel you next to me… But as I shake off the sleep… It’s clear to see… I am all alone… Same as so many days in a row… No… This is not home…
Hook
Rub the sleep from my… tired eyes… My face is set but my heart cries…
My thoughts try to hold me but I push them away…
Watch the sunrise in this place… Struggle with the words I want to say…
Instrumental……………………………….Short lead Lead……………………
Verse 4
I don’t miss you anymore… It’s just a never ending need… I can hold back my tears… But my heart will bleed…Gets the best of me… I confess… Sometimes there is no best.
Instrumental………………………………. Long Lead……………………
Bridge
I hear life calling, but it’s so far away… Feels I am walking on the edge of a blade… And the day’s moving on… Morning’s nearly gone…
Instrumental……………………………….Lead wind down to last verse ……………………
Verse 5
I’ll say goodbye… You know my heart is always with you… You know I love you… Those are the only words I know are true…You are always with me… I’m coming home… I just don’t know when that might be…
Hook
I push the tears from my eyes… I set my face but my heart still cries…
My thoughts try to hold me but I… push them away…
Watch the sunrise… in this place… Start my day…
Watch the sunrise… in this place… Start my day…
(Slows to single acoustic stops at home)
Send this letter home to you… Send this letter home…
I wrote this song in 2006. It was the first song that I ever wrote. I wrote it as an acoustic song, this version is same tune/chord structure but more energetic, alternative versus rock ballad. And, how can I know which is better? I can't. I like both versions even though both are very different, even some of the lyrics are different between the versions. This was turning a corner for me. I had written music to lyrics that my brother had written, decades ago, but I had never written my own lyrics and then put them to music. I had done many, many covers in different bands as well, and everything from Black Sabbath to Tom T Hall and everything in between. But I had not found my own voice until I wrote this song...
Verse One: I spend most of my time filling the holes in my head. Sitting in this cell thinking about the life I’ve led. It’s all free food and therapy, but I may as well pay for something I can see… This room has a view but all I really wanna do is talk to you… It’s been so long… How could that be wrong? Everything we had was based on sex money and lies. When you left you took it all… Nothing to keep but alibis…
Hook One: What you took don’t amount to much, but I was never fixed in this world anyway… I was just sitting there waiting on a bus for the next… May as well take my time, I got… Plenty of it… Sometimes it runs late… But I ain’t entertaining offers while I wait.
Verse Two: Listen… I Just want to make this right before I go. Pay my bill or at least knock it down, I don’t know. I wish I could set us free from what we’ve done, but I figured it out, I ain’t the only one… Anyway, I ‘m just learning to walk before I fall again. I’ve been working on change, cleaning up some of this sin, but what’s the good in change… If the world’s still strange. Where’s the sense in being me, if what I was is all you see? Couldn’t stand up kept falling down and that little ball keeps spinning around… All keeps falling apart around me… you say, It will be what it will be…
Hook Two: I could never tell you nothin’ real. It was all about me all of the time. It was easier to hide the way I feel, like you were talking on my dime. I used to believe it was easier to hold it all inside… I never gave you anything… And I know how hard you tried…
Verse Three: Spoken: The snow is falling softly, probably turn to rain later… Sky looks that way… The air has that taste. The wind gusts hard as I step in from the cold… Feels like something familiar, but I haven’t got it placed. I find my way to the small corner table I knew would be there… Cast in shadows, but what are shadows for… And there you are, where you never were, and I find myself wishing I could touch your hand, like I could before… But I know it’s just a dream, I can’t touch you anymore. It’s raining in my mind, I can’t reach you anymore. And if I could I’d write this whole damn thing away… But all I can do is dream… It’s another rainy day…
Verse Four: I spend too much time watching the clock on the wall… You know, sometimes it doesn’t seem to move at all… All keeps stacking up… Cut’s into the emptiness that fills up this cup… And that bus is still running behind and sometimes I get so tired of standing here looking stupid… What the hell was I hoping to find… anyway. Thought about hoping a train… Getting there quicker… But thinking like that only makes me sicker… It’s like my life is stuck in A Minor or something… I don’t know what to do about it, but I know I gotta do something…
Hook Four: But I could never tell you nothin’ real… And I ain’t sayin’ nothin new… It was easier to hide the way I feel… Can you see it the same way too? If we never really had it, what was it you pretended… Was it over long before us or only started once it ended?
