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evaaj An EP full of captivating, deep and fun songs. Favorite track: 18 Hours.
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1.
You Lit Me 03:46
If I could just open my mouth Tell you straight what I been thinking Every night instead of making the rounds I’m on the couch with the seats that sink in If I could just hold your gaze Instead of checking my goddamn phone All the turns of all my phrases Took me down the wrong road We can scrape stuff out of mountains To power this city We’ve been screaming through outer space Since the 60’s But I’m not brave enough to tell you how much you lit me up You lit me If could tell you true and plain I want you in my blank space in my little black book You’d make all the names erase With all their blank faces and their little black looks I’d type out every spark I would light your screen with all my thinking You love science I made art Both work in a beautiful machine We can scrape stuff out of mountains To power this city We’ve been screaming through outer space Since the 60’s But I’m not brave enough to tell you how much you lit me up You lit me I feel like running away This time I’m gonna tell you first I feel like running away Could you please go first? We can scrape stuff out of mountains To power this city We’ve been screaming through outer space Since the 60’s So I’ll be brave enough to tell you how much you lit me up You lit me
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Fault Lines 03:32
I’m gonna live my secrets out loud You think you know me, you’d really know me now Batting my lashes, battening hatches Dancing to the dizzy in the bathroom stashes I’m gonna sleep on a bus with a city view Hang my heart up in the window and cut it loose Freedom of heart, freedom of mind, a prescription it feels so hard to find Cuz the ground is always shifting our feet No fault of yours or mine It’s just fault lines It don’t matter to me who saves who Just that we’ll be fine on the fault line I’m gonna dance all around this room I don’t even care, maybe you think I’m stupid Find out who my friends are, shots taken in the dark, Raising the level, closing the bar Cuz the ground is always shifting our feet No fault of yours or mine It’s just fault lines It don’t matter to me who saves who Just that we’ll be fine on the fault line Maybe it’s God coming back for us Maybe it’s nature talking smack to us I just wanna feel good And I wish you would I wish you would I wish you would Cuz the ground is always shifting our feet No fault of yours or mine It’s just fault lines Hang on to me - who saves who? Cuz the ground is always shifting our feet No fault of yours or mine It’s just fault lines It don’t matter to me who saves who Just that we’ll be fine On the fault line
3.
18 Hours 03:37
It started with your heartbeat Reflecting off of mine If you feel it before eyes meet You better take it as a sign So we share a skinny sidewalk And you talk with your hands We cover every city block In a tunnel vision kind of trance I already know and you know too They'll make movies about this plot twist 18 hours to a first kiss We found an empty diner Made sculptures with the straws And midnight came as a reminder That we were falling in like jigsaw So we crashed an empty city park Back and forthing third degrees Throwing stones into the dark And yelling wishes to the trees I already know and you know too They'll make movies about this plot twist 18 hours to a first kiss The sun woke up the skyline With something waking up in us I tried on the thought of you as mine From the top of the parking garage Our fingers interlaced I was trying to act tough You leaned into my dizzy space Whispered enough is enough is enough I already know and you know too They'll make movies about this plot twist 18 hours to a first kiss I already know and you know too They'll make movies about this plot twist 18 hours to a first kiss
4.
Do the Work 03:44
Every night I have to sleep away the devil then I start all over again Every doubt every worry always seems to get too big for my head It's a slow burn a quarter turn every mile But it's the right thing makes me sing and it's worthwhile I don't know how else to go Just gotta do the work Wake up to something incredible Build a constellation not a firework I wanna die with no money left I'm gonna time it out so I go down with my last cent It's simple really, gut feeling, each time I check Don't want the rat race two-faced feeling sick I don't know how else to go Just gotta do the work Wake up to something incredible Build a constellation not a firework I am surprised What I can make with these lows and highs I don't know how else to go Just gotta do the work Wake up to something incredible Build a constellation not a firework I don't know how else to go Just gotta do the work Wake up to something incredible Build a constellation not a firework I don't know how else to go Just gotta do the work Wake up to something incredible Build a constellation not a firework Build a constellation not a firework Build a constellation not a firework
5.
We played in the yard 'til dinner time Breathing in the war Through airwaves and the blaring sirens Flowing through like arctic air metallic at its core We’d look up at the sky We were playing knights and kings Castles tall as missile silos Hoping all their fighting words didn’t mean anything Every night we’d go to sleep Pray they’d softly tread We’d pray the Lord our souls to keep With their hands on the button And ours over our heads We were growing up and growing walls We got numb to all the talk We forgot how backyard kingdoms fall And how it’s hard to breathe the air when you’re sharing it with warhawks Every night we’d go to sleep Pray they’d softly tread We’d pray the Lord our souls to keep With their hands on the button And ours over our heads Isn’t it just like us The atoms that bind us Are the ones that blow us up Every night we’d go to sleep Pray they’d softly tread We’d pray the Lord our souls to keep With their hands on the button And ours over our heads
6.
I grew up always trying to put on the right face Carried everything I knew inside of my guitar case Hymns in the choir came with an impossible key change I kept changing key and they kept looking at me strange Playing for change at the checkout of a grocery Playing for strange looks on the steps of my university Playing for coffee like I wasn’t worth anymore I got blood on my strings, it was my devotion to the hardcore Spillin’ out unformed thoughts every night on the open mic Spitting out deformed throbs of my heart when the time was right Stomping flip flops on the asphalt in the middle of the summer Making fun of those jerks driving by in their yukons and their hummers We were earnest and naive and saviors and it was all truthful But some of these thoughts in our head never turned out to be useful We thought we desired the lives of the beaten down troubadour But martyrs don’t walk through their own open doors When the headphone meets the ear When the artist beats the fear Is there a system to this art? Is there money where there’s heart? Now I’m scared you might find me funny enough to like online A thumbs up is cheaper than funneling nickels and dimes Into Bandcamp, iTunes, Spotify, Rhapsody How much do you value the commerce in the melody Am I a scroll thru check-in tiny light in your day Or is this gonna be a currency on the level of the New York Exchange My stock might rise, it might fall, and I know that it might flatline But I know that my calves might start to burn from the rate of the incline So you have to understand - I’m going to do this Without regards to time or cost or money or success I’m talking yours, I’m talking mine, I’m talking nobody’s gotta get undermined But I’m gonna do this anyway and I will HATE THIS if I don’t find a way I will not be the one who waits around for the next hope Passivity will string us all up faster than a good rope And I want all these things to collide, like money...and art One we work hard for, and one we think is hard When the headphone meets the ear When the artist beats the fear Is there a system to this art? Is there money where there’s heart? Now please understand I approach you with a reverence I don’t wanna preach and I would never come at you all malevolent But now is not the time to ask when I’m gonna get a real career Or tell your kids that I’m simply going through a phase here Because this is the stuff that saved us from our adolescence The groove, the hook, it hits us like an obsession Pulls us out of the hell that happens to us every single day I say no doctor, no lawyer, can perpetually save But the headphone meets the ear When the artist beats the fear Is there a system to this art Is there money where there’s heart? When the headphone meets the ear When the artist beats the fear Is there a system to this art Is there money where there’s heart?

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Jana's duo project with Mark Addison - onetwothreescream!
Recorded at Mark's Aerie Studio in Austin, Texas
www.onetwothreescream.com

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released July 13, 2018

Jana Pochop: vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, background vocals, cigar box percussion
Mark Addison: production, guitars, bass, synths, keyboards, beats, drums, and all manner of cool things
Susan Gibson: banjo and background vocals on Money & Heart

All songs written by Jana Pochop (ASCAP)
except "18 Hours" written by Jana and Mark Addison (ASCAP)

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