Holograms

a little prayer for Sunday.

Oh God, I just want to feel safe in my own home
where my life doesn't hang in the balance
of the thoughts I'm thinkin'
where neither good nor evil are allowed in
where nothing's wrong with the friend's I'm keepin' 
where nothing's wrong with the beer i'm drinkin'
and nothing's wrong with the life I'm livin' 

Nothin's Wrong

I’m like a dog you own
trusty but never equal 
I appreciate your bones 
and I might be the only one 
who appreciates your bones. 
You throw me a smile 
a lie 
I know it every time 
but I can see what lies behind 
your eyes 
deep inside your bones 
my heart 
deep inside your bones 
you’ll find out 
when you’re all alone 
that I was your servant
and you sat upon the throne 
of my heart 
and deep inside your bones
you’ll find out 
I’m your only home 
you’ll find out 
only when I’m gone 
I was never a slave
I was only hanging on 
to the wishes we had 
deep inside your bones (x3)

I know you, I'm not sure I can know you any more than I do. 
On the other hand, I'm not sure I can know you anymore. 
See, I believe you love me, and I've got no reason to.
I believe you love me, and I've got no reason to.

You're just sweet enough 
to keep me around
But not sweet enough 
to be around
You're just sweet enough 
to keep me around
but not sweet enough
to be around... me. 

he he he
he he he he
he he he

You're like a thread of gold
cast upon my crown 
refractions of light 
threw it to the ground
not to mention the hook 
forever in my mouth
you didn't put it there but please take it out
you're the only one who can do that now
'casue I don't have the strength to be without 
your heart, deep inside my bones
your eyes, deep inside my bones
I've buried you, deep inside my bones
you're the only one, deep inside my bones. 
deep inside my bones (x3) 
bones, bones, bones, bones

he he he
he he he he
he he he 
he he he he

You're not sweet enough to be around... me

Bones

can i stay

Rough Draft Jessica Loosbrock - homesick

Ends with summer at New methods

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Fictions is an existential and musical thought project from the mind of Jeffrey James, a neo- surrealist, songwriter, and conceptual artist based in Minneapolis, MN. For much of the last decade, the Jeffrey James sound has evolved into “spook folk;” a genre that he invented to describe his own style of haunting avant-rock, psych folk, and experimental music.

His newest EP, “Music for Ghost People” is the work of a dark troubadour, covering themes of meaningless and disillusionment but overall hopeful and poignantly beautiful, much like the feeling of waking up from a dream and slowly realizing everything is the same as it ever was. “Moderately Effective” in particular, as the hazy, layered vocals syrup out non-sequiturs that seem to come straight from dream logic, “I don't know why trying is like now/ I don't know why I cant walk forward”

“Kids” is by far the darkest and most haunting track, beginning with the lilting sound of piano, and what sounds like the hiss and crackle of an old answering machine recording in which the artist laments in elegiac voice, the death of the muse in the face of a society that is swallowed by the facade of imposed reality, which is a fiction in itself. Here he speaks in free verse form, “It's not a game of hiding as long as you can/It's a game of realizing that you are hiding”

Aside from writing music , Jeffrey James is currently working on a series of a conceptual art projects. The first one, called “Nails,” explores what the fiction of image means to the online viewer.
- by Savannah Louise