FREE EP: An Introduction to Jim Clements

by Jim Clements

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This free EP features two songs from each of Jim Clements' studio albums, including the upcoming release The Road To Anhedonia, due for release in July 2012.

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released December 23, 2011

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Track Name: Coming Up Roses
My darling, I just can’t believe it’s true,
But I have to let you go, because you wouldn’t let me go.
I can’t believe that it’s lasted so long,
With the way that I treat you, or at least how you say I do.
When I dug you up you didn’t look so good,
But I cleaned you up like I said I would.
Now everything’s coming up roses.

My darling, you wear so much makeup,
But it doesn’t cover you, or the scars I gave to you.
You hurt me too. You hurt me so bad.
My friends told me so, and that’s how I know.
When I painted you, you were looking faint,
So I touched you up with some crimson paint.
Now everything’s coming up roses.

And now you’re gone. I don’t know what I’ll do.
I’ll always miss your touch, and some of that other stuff.
But I’ll get by. I’ll get through.
It was only my heart you took. You left my little black book.
When I buried you, you looked your best.
Now my flowers are blooming and you’re getting your rest.
Now everything’s coming up roses.
Track Name: Before The Beating Starts
I dropped a bomb after the war was over,
I sold my stocks three days after the crash.
I fell in love, but my heart was already broken.
I got an appetite when my lunch was in the trash.

I found God deep down in the inferno.
Joined the race when my tank was out of gas.
Lord knows I should pull myself together,
But the Devil knows that time’s already passed.

And in a cruel twist of fate, I met my true love three days late.
She’d found another tender lover, so much like me could be my brother.
So I’m buckling down, trying to make her come around,
A few choice words, or perhaps a murder,
I’ll break their hearts before the beating even starts.

I split the tide but the ship was already sailing.
I raised the dead after the rot set in.
I split the loaves but they’d all packed their own lunches.
I gave my life after they set me free.

And in a cruel twist of fate, I met my true love three days late.
She’d found another tender lover, so much like me could be my brother.
So I’m buckling down, trying to make her come around,
A few choice words, or perhaps a murder,
I’ll break their hearts before the beating even starts.

Don’t they look so happy? I want to take a little for myself.
And you know I hate to spout these clichés,
But I can’t cook her breakfast without breaking some legs.
Track Name: The Bottom Feeders
I see you walking, girl, on that path down by the river,
With a black garbage bag clenched in your pretty fists.
It’s such a heavy load for such a little lady.
We love your kind down here, my love, we love your kind down here.

You’re kicking off your shoes and taking off your dress now.
One step into the lake and your gooseflesh starts to show.
And then, in a flash, you and that bag go under.
We love your kind down here, my love, we love your kind down here.

I’ve never known someone to hold their breath for half an hour.
Just us bottom feeders know exactly what you did down there.
And then like a toad, you spring out of the water.
We love your kind down here, my love, we love your kind down here.

You look much happier now that your load is lifted.
A big grin on your face, and a new spring in your step.
But wasn’t it your husband’s turn to take out the garbage?
We love your kind down here, my love, we love your kind down here.
Track Name: Love Makes Creeps Of Us All
I caught your eye across a crowded dance floor.
Or at least I thought I did, I wasn’t sure.
I couldn’t say hello. I needed to be certain.
So I double-checked, a dozen times or more.

And it’s not like I planned it, I’ve never done this before.
And you saw I went quietly when your husband showed me the door.
Oh and love, oh, love makes creeps of us all.

I went to your house to make myself feel better,
And because I knew that there was no-one home.
Your door was unlocked, so I thought I’d leave my letter
On the kitchen table, and then I’d turn and go.

And it’s not like I planned it, I’ve never done this before.
But you came home to find me sleeping on your bedroom floor.
Oh and love, oh, love makes creeps of us all.

Oh my Lord, let me out of my thoughts.
Help me believe in the better parts of me.
And let me love move in but one direction,
Because I become more trapped the more I struggle to be free.

Oh and love, oh, love makes creeps of us all.
Oh and love, oh, love makes creeps of us all.
Track Name: The Road To Anhedonia
On the road to Anhedonia.
Thanks for packing up my things.
It's a lousy town, but it's like I told you,
It's a wonder I can walk at all.

And you wrote, "Babe, ever since you went away,
I can't believe what I'm getting done,
You know I'm just so happy we're both so happy now."

On the road to Anhedonia.
Don't know what I'll do when I arrive.
Unpack my things, do some laundry,
Lucky to be alive.

And you wrote "Babe, ever since you went away,
I feel just like a little girl,
You know I'm just so happy we're both so happy now."

And I know I shouldn't write, but for the pang in my throat,
And the tear in my eye, I reply:
"My own true love, my own true love, my own,
Oh no, my love, my own true love, oh no!'
Track Name: Stonier Ground
I used to jest that if you left I'd finally write that book,
Play piano, go to night school, maybe learn to cook,
Trade in my t-shirts for some dress-shirts for a brand new look,
Paint my masterpiece sublime.

But, y'know, so far the only thing I've done,
Is get sleepy, drinking whiskey, with the TV on.
It's more like bedlam than a bedroom but I can't clean it drunk,
And there's no-one here who minds.

I guess I'll wait for the time when my mind's on stonier ground.
I'll wait for the time when my mind's on stonier ground.

Sometimes I feel that it's all running down,
I'd have to fall headfirst to turn my frown around.
But falling's just flying 'til you hit the ground,
And the ground is nowhere near.

So while I sit here with my cigarettes,
Partly choking from the smoking, partly from regret,
Just respect that I'm not a wreck yet, girl, I'm just a mess,
And messes get cleaned up.

I'm happy here in bed right now,
Soon I'll want more, because I'm getting sore.
But one thing that I know for sure:
I'm strong enough to sleep this off.

So, after years of knowing what comes next,
I've got absolutely no idea what to expect.
So just relax, man, take a bath and count my one success:
The time I'm wasting, it's all mine.