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Jo Fuller is a Front Range-based singer-songwriter. She is joined in the studio and on stage by a full band- Tyler Kane (pedal steel), Davis Rowan (drums), Jackie Ames (electric guitar), and Parker Olney (bass guitar). Jo is in the process of releasing her debut album, Wood of the Grain. This project is a personal exploration of development in context.
Jo's music is genre-bending, but is ultimately best classified as alt-country. Pulling from the varied musical influences of her Kansas upbringing, she brings you depthful poetry sung to a groove.
Lyrics
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When I take flight, bury me in the front yard. Memorize the epitaph for generations to regard. I ain’t no legend, no cautionary tale. A ghost alive and well in your heaven and your hell.
It’s in the blood, carried us this far. A nephric mother, devoted to cause. I parse the past with a magnifying glass, come up arms full, she’s a telling cast. I’ll tell the truth, it’s hard to do. What once carried us through. It’da kill me, call ‘em off. Gentle pets, feed the dogs.
Times a Revelator, and a problem of its own. So I call this located love, etchings in stone. At best it’s tenacious, worst it renders you alone. Call it by name, coax your heart from stone, coax your mind from the dull tones.
It’s in the blood, carried us this far. A nephric mother, devoted to cause. I parse the past with a magnifying glass, come up arms full, she’s a telling cast. I’ll tell the truth, it’s hard to do. What once carried us through. It’da kill me, call ‘em off. Gentle pets, feed the dogs.
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Back off the vault of my mind. It’s not your place. It’s not time. I’ll give it a look when I’m out of the brine. Salt ain't enough for these wounds. I need a gentle light in these rooms, ones where dark, complex it consumes. I’m sorry for the fumes.
But you’re holding my hand. You know, we all give up the ghost. I’ll dance with my teeth round the rose, but it takes two to Tango. So, own your hand and I’ll own mine. Quit stacking the deck like you’re one of a kind.
Cover me in any old paint. You can’t hide your disdain. I’m an animate toll, a sweet refrain. I’m the wood of the grain. I’m the wood of the grain.
But you’re holding my hand. You know, we all give up the ghost. I’ll dance with my teeth round the rose, but it takes two to Tango. So, own your hand and I’ll own mine. Quit stacking the deck like you’re one of a kind.
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It’s a heat wave, record highs. Meeting all these snakes, scared they’re warning signs. Mama loves me, Daddy says he does too. Why then, under the gun, can’t I love you?
Cause this ain’t no Goddamn movie. It’s an ancient dream. My blood’s full with venom, my defenses, my scheme. I was striking at the sky and every passing tumbleweed, till I turn on my tail as the wisdom comes to me.
This requisite skin I’m invited to lose now. It drives me to keep you any way, any how. Tell my Mama I’ve been doing some learnin’. I’ve loved as I’ve been loved- from an insatiable yearnin’.
Cause this ain’t no Goddamn movie. It’s an ancient dream. My blood’s full with venom, my defenses, my scheme. I was striking at the sky and every passing tumbleweed, till I turn on my tail as the wisdom comes to me.
I hear Maggie say, “Swallow the fear down my throat.” So here I go. Here I go.
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Hold on my darlin’, give it some time. It’s not a hill we cross in a day. It’s a mountain we climb.
And we climb.
Revelation comes with time. Gentle attention is how we come to know the mind.
And we climb.
Claiming my conscience, standing face to face with time. Loosening my grip on the ties that bind.
And we climb.
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Item descriptionWhat of it, these stories. Guess I chose it. I worked for it. On a mission, gave permission. And this is your sweet, sweet omission to the Lord. Well, thank you Lord.
I’m blasphemous, crafted this, displaying all my tension, ravenous. I’ll destroy. It's a ploy. Ain’t got no feeling, I’m just reeling, I’m just reeling, I…
I’m staring down the barrel of your gun. Catch the bullet ‘tween my teeth or turn and run. Can’t call out for you, your tail’s tucked and you’re done. I’m staring down the barrel of your gun.
Dramatic, back at it, once again, a whistleblowin’ addict. Don’t turn me down, just turn me round. Now the world wears nothing but a frown.
I know you looked the other way, cause you taught me to do the same. Chasing down the antidote to pain. Play it again, avoidance refrain. I play the avoidance refrain, I…
I’m staring down the barrel of your gun. Catch the bullet ‘tween my teeth or turn and run. Can’t call out for you, your tail’s tucked and you’re done. While I’m staring down the barrel of your gun.
It’s mine now, can’t disallow. Your mind-castle’s mine to espouse.
And, it’s dark in here. It’s dark in here. It’s dark in here. It’s dark, it’s dark, it’s dark when…
I’m staring down the barrel of your gun. Catch the bullet ‘tween my teeth or turn and run. Can’t call out for you, your tail’s tucked and you’re done. While I’m staring down the barrel of your gun.
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Welcome to the guest house, it’s the best house, I’ll host ya here. I lit a fire to admire. Come sit with me dear. A third point to break the conjoint that brings us fear.
And you coalesce. It’s a simple pattern, but I was possessed. Put me to the test. Feel the pull of Saturn as you constrict ‘round my chest. And you coalesce.
Life’s through a threshold and I’m sold- we’re walking on through. There’s no timeline, no byline, on sitting with you. But I’m both feet in, I’ll repeat it, there’s no leavin’ left to do.
And you coalesce. It’s a simple pattern, but I was possessed. Put me to the test. Feel the pull of Saturn as you constrict ‘round my chest. And you coalesce. I’ve objective eyes and see through to the rest. And you coalesce.
I’m sorry darling, I didn’t know it was okay to feel this way. And when I give you space, when I give you the time of day, when I stay…
Then you coalesce. It’s a simple pattern, but I was possessed. Put me to the test. Feel the pull of Saturn as you constrict ‘round my chest. And you coalesce. It’s a simple pattern, but I was possessed. Put me to the test. Feel the pull of Saturn as you constrict ‘round my chest. And you coalesce. I’ve objective eyes and see through to the rest. And you coalesce.
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I’m not losing time anymore. Really I never was. Really I never was. Cause you’re tugging at all of my loose strings, pulling me in, gentle light beams.
I see God in everything, but nothing as much as you. I’ve figured it out. Glory anew. I see God in everything, but nothing as much as you. I’ve figured it out. Glory anew.
I can rewrite it all in the end. It’s all worthwhile because of us, my friend. I can’t see it before it’s in my line of sight, but you’re fixing my eyes. You’re fixing my eyes.
I see God in everything, but nothing as much as you. I’ve figured it out. Glory anew. I see God in everything, but nothing as much as you. I’ve figured it out. Glory anew.
I sing a new refrain. Glory anew.
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You draw a line in the sand. And I’m tempted to take you for granted. It’s on the tip of my tongue. I want you; I want someone. But you’re giving so much more. Dependent- how you tally the score. Have your cake and eat it too. You choose me when you choose you.
Jackie plays guitar at night, looks at the sky, tells me I’m alright. When we’re alone in her bedroom she keeps her promises to the moon. Maybe I should keep mine too.
I could default to giving in. There’s no pressure, but the pressure to defend. Always anticipating the end. Shoring up the kindness I should extend.
Jackie plays guitar at night, looks at the sky, tells me I’m alright. When we’re alone in her bedroom she keeps her promises to the moon. Maybe I should keep mine too.
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Oh, paper tiger, don’t come lookin’ for me. I’ve left the paper forest, couldn’t see it for the trees.
Oh, paper feelin’, feel free to fly like the wind, come and go as you need.
I stalk the streets at night, makin’ pleasant conversation with those who won’t show their face in the light. I’m not huntin’ for peace of mind. Give me all those little demons and I’ll make ‘em my pride.
Oh, paper tiger, don’t come lookin’ for me. I’ve left the paper forest, couldn’t see it for the trees.
Oh, paper ceiling, the light’s shining through. I’ve left the paper forest. Someday, I’ll leave you.
I stalk the streets at night, makin’ pleasant conversation with those who won’t show their face in the light. I’m not huntin’ for peace of mind. Give me all those little demons and I’ll make ‘em my pride. I’ll make ‘em my pride.