Jerusha Rai

My first attempt at writing a guitar instrumental. Dont laugh.

You See Me

Offering

i was a queen
i lived on my own
i ruled nobody
so noone wanted my throne

i was a queen

but i crossed the river
and my head grew very big
you see a queen's got many troubles
and now her crown don't fit

i was a queen

should i be feeling lucky
you dont know where ive been
there is a place where they always speak the truth
and i was the queen

i was queen

QUEEN (Neha's Song)

A DARK PLACE TO THINK
- all music written and produced by Jerusha -

parade

A DARK PLACE TO THINK
- all music written and produced by Jerusha -

i have heard a trumpet player
where the son of man was hung
breathe out lightening and lilies
with his giant lungs
and the tears of a woman

breathe a luminous melody
primordial hum
so you could trace their ancestry
all the way back to the sun
you could enter the light

tightrope walking that ringing wire
devil, devil setting souls afire

i have heard the desert woman
counting grains of sand
covered in viscous heat
her throat and her hands
lift in song her desert tales
rainmaker, wash our sins away

little gods

A DARK PLACE TO THINK
- all music written and produced by Jerusha -

take a fistful of sand
let it slip through your hand
if you want to be free
say after me

i'm a stranger to this place
i'm a stranger to this time
i'm a stranger to my lover
i'm a stranger to my mind

native stranger

A DARK PLACE TO THINK
- all music written and produced by Jerusha -

lullaby for madmen
can't separate
the song from silence
when the sacred 
breath is dancing
and its time

my blood as ink
a dark place to think
and echoes of sirens
blood runs thick
mud and sticks
you come out of hiding

when the sea
cradles me
i won't float
corals on my body
and the moon in my throat

sirens

if you knew it wouldnt ask for apologies
for speaking in riddles and acting mythologies

it keeps dripping like rain
dripping like rain
it keeps dipping like rain
all down on me

i'm scared of words and the bitter sun
dont make me speak, don't make me run
in the roundabout ways of the world
what goes on in the mind of a little girl

Jerusha Rai

jeson lama