#46: Jack Knife

This song was painfully frustrating to finish. I posted it last night but took it down later when I was thinking about the song and feeling like I cheated a bit on the true story. So I changed a few things and worked on it all morning. When I started this project I had the feeling that the world was full of endless songs and I just needed the time to write them out; to translate them into music. But today I don't feel that way. Today I'm drained. Today I feel like I've pushed myself to my limits and I'm not sure I have the strength to explore further. And now half of me wants to turn back and head for the safe high ground and the other half of me wants to finish the dig and see what I can uncover. This song is about two girls, one who unintentionally encourages me to head for the safe ground and one that wants me to embrace the terrible unknown. Both paths will result in music, but very different types of music. I'm going to book a flight to Colombia today.


Deborah don't want me for her jacknife, she hates seeing me on the edge, cause I've been made of wood and steel, the blade flips out and then you feel, a love that only works when we're in bed. Deborah don't want me for her jackknife, cause knives are sharp and she's got clumsy hands, what comforts me is this blade of fact, a knife's a knife and that is that, so I get sharper and you get cut up hands.

flowers have grown over the metal in my bones.

Virginia she don't want me for her jackknife, she never got what made me scream, cause I've been made of plates and screws, i'll find something then cut through, and take it back to heaven in my dreams. Virginia she don't want me for her jackknife, and I regret every single day, I never let her open me up, and touch the blade, I was so closed up, but times have changed and there's nothing left to say.

flowers have grown over the metal in my bones.