Jennajon

by Armon Pakdel

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releases June 1, 2017

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Track Name: Saddle Mountain
on saddle mountain
on saddle mountain

well no good woman ever wants to be mine
they should be easier to find
well no good woman ever wants to be mine
they should be easier to find
you' feel me staring as you're walking away
and i remember that day
then all i thought of was the sound of your name
and i was never same

didn't bring a backpack
i wanted to head back

you see me running out the door in the night
well i was never that type
you see me running out the door in the night
well i was never that type
we should be waiting for the sun to arrive
i wish i wasn't alive
the way i feel when i look in your eyes
you are the oregon sunrise

you could not stop taunting me
so fucking hard that i couldn't breathe

on saddle mountain
i made a fool of myself
i got too drunk and
i was irresponsible
Track Name: Whirlpool
dangerous sleeping habits (you sleep too much)
girl you got to get to class
conversations with your sleeping self
the pillow talk feels good but it don't last (yeah)

i've been here before in a different history
though i try to live in the moment
i take on the traits of a strange reality
though i can't remember you, you're a shadow

in the afternoon with your children
girl you're fading out of view
i remember you from a different dream
i thought that i was smart but i'm a fool

i've been here before in a different history
though i try to live in the moment
i take on the traits of a strange reality
but i can't remember you, you're a shadow

i've learned from mistakes that you made long before me
though i try to live in the moment
i crabwalked away from my shallow destiny
now i'm reinventing wheels in the shadows
Track Name: Hey Listen
hey listen
pay attention to me
i've got something to say

barrel cactus growing my ear drum
because I’m suffering from
a neuropsychic delay

hey, listen
to the number signal
mystic soliloquy

ledges crumbling
the statues dissolve
the sanctuary absolved
verbatim from prophecy

unfiltered absolution travels through blind revelation
their words are terrible they haunt me in my sleep

hey listen
i am fluent in the
language of the world

number signal from the echoing space
of transcendental displacement
absolution decode

hey listen
override perception
take my senses away

there is oneness in the sound with no sound
distorting all the amounts
the object infinity

unfiltered absolution travels through blind revelation
their words are terrible they haunt me in my sleep
Track Name: Backpack 'n' Bicycle
carried my heavy load
down a winding road

rounded the cul-de-sac
i wasn't coming back

slowed to a sudden stop
parked in the parking lot

backpack and bicycle
i felt invincible

lassoed a thunderbolt
copy of what i wrote

strangled an ugly thought
tangled into a knot

followed the caravan
i was a tired man

mountain where trails wind
lost in the wintertime
Track Name: Magic Mushrooms
I was lying on the floor not succumbing to the claws of psylocybin anymore
I could tell because the lights were off, no number station messages were muffling my coughs
I was sitting in the park reading playboys in the dark and not assuming that the world would still be judging me at all
Cause there's nothing to explain, not the slightest little change could make me shave my beard or compromise my values for a job

To persuade the gullible that their breathing is autonomous
And the words they speak replaceable
Every year a different version of yourself

I was desperately alive not believing that there could be anything better outside
I could tell you that I knew it all, no paranoia muffling my lust for adderall
I was drinking by myself in my room alone while every night for years I couldn't bring myself to call myself a fraud
Have you ever been afraid of the very thought of fear that could come creeping through the air and scream you were wrong all along

To persuade the gullible that their breathing is autonomous
And the words they speak replaceable
Every year a different version of yourself

I was in another time while my physical corporeal vessel was in decline
I was somewhere else while I was here I watched my id evaporate, my ego disappear
I was worrying aloud, manic mumbles from my mouth when all the nameless thoughts spill out and curdle bleeding on the ground

To persuade the gullible that their breathing is autonomous
And the words they speak replaceable
Every year a different version of yourself

I was holding all my breath in my throat instead of breathing it, my body nearing death
I drew dots and lines and told myself that every pill I ate was full of meaning, full of health
I was absolutely fine