Artist: Paul de Jong
Title: This Is Who I Am
Album: IF
Release Date: April 28, 2015

Paul de Jong is best known as the cofounder, cellist and resident found sound savant of the beloved, defunct collage-pop duo, the Books. Five years after that band delivered their final album, The Way Out, to much acclaim, de Jong delivers his first solo album, IF.

IF sets the Books' early albums (particularly The Lemon of Pink) as a starting point, and elevates that beguiling sense of wonder and amazement to genuinely transcendent new heights. De Jong's ability to find the musical in the mundane has always been uncanny — it is part of what made the Books so magical – and that gift is what makes IF such a marvelous curiosity, and such a true pleasure to hear. In de Jong’s world, everything around him is a potential instrument: his mind-bogglingly vast collection of forgotten private press regional folk records, spoken-word oddities of indeterminate origin unearthed in discarded thrift store piles, and various everyday household utensils that we tend to take for granted. One man’s trash is de Jong’s tool to craft yet another treasure.

Featuring a handful of friends and family as musical guests, IF steers a course from joyously eccentric folk-pop to humorously inside-out jazz, resulting in a refreshing piece of outsider art with a replay value that's off the charts.

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Paul de Jong – This Is Who I Am

text me when u have time
one day ill call u mine
i love ur hair and eyes
maybe we can go out sometimes
but thats just a dream
can you go and look at me
i’ll be right here waiting
come over are u staying?

heaven.com

lyrics: 

im the whole night in my room
i can hear the angels cry
only writtin on my songs
when the bloodmoon start to shine 

ive done things that i regret
i popped pills and percasets 

smilin thinkin about my death
i hear monsters under my bed 

pull my gun aim to my head 
reload the whole magazine
woke up sweaty asf
realized it was all a dream 

now they wanna feat safespace 
but i only feat KK
i would never pop that mollys
even if i would feel okay 

i smoked weed to numb the pain
i did cocaine to numb the pain
i remember all these day
when everything was okay 

now im stuckin in my room
the end is near
the end come soon
only time im feelin peace 
is when i see the bloody moon 

im the whole night in my room
i can hear the angels cry
only writtin on my songs
when the bloodmoon start to shine 

ive done things that i regret
i popped pills and percasets 

smilin thinkin about my death
i hear monsters under my bed

☆ bloodmoon interlude ☆

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