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Picture in a Frame
04:32
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Picture in a frame, picture that you posed for
Electromagnetic smile on your face
Visible wavelengths from back when we were fun
Printed out on paper to have you when you’re gone
This love was so hard hearted
Love’s not what you wanted
You call me when you’re drunk and you sound so easy
Sayin, ‘Baby I hope that you’ve been doin alright.’
But it’s stupid to expect the war to be fair
It was silly to expect that you would still be here
This love was so hard hearted
Love’s not what you wanted
This love was so hard hearted
Love’s not what you wanted
This love was so hard hearted
Love’s not what you wanted
Picture in a frame, picture that you posed for
Electromagnetic
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Cold
04:50
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Trapped in my house
Watching the snow fall
With a view of the freeway
And the cars as they pile up
There’s gotta be twenty dead
So far in the storm of the century
If this was another year ago
You’d be here making love to me
This shit used to turn out alright
I’ve never even worried about the ice
It’s a whole new feeling, the feeling of falling
Of slipping over the edge
Are you braving the storm?
Are you out in the blizzard?
Are you perfectly warm
In your snow boots and your mittens?
There’s a part of me hopes you’re the same
As you were in summer
Did the storm make you lonesome
Or are you stronger?
This shit used to turn out alright
I’ve never even worried about the ice
It’s a whole new feeling, the feeling of falling
Of slipping over the edge
I’ve never even seen this much snow
I never used to worry about getting old
But I won’t last long if it stays this cold
This shit used to turn out alright
I’ve never even worried about the ice
It’s a whole new feeling, the feeling of falling
Of slipping over the edge
I’ve never even seen this much snow
I never used to worry about getting old
But I won’t last long if it stays this cold
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3. |
Bad Actor
04:26
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All the tourists are back home looking at pictures they took
All the neighborhood teenagers are getting drunk in the woods
And there’s a place I could go where I would feel alright
But I just sit at home, I don’t even really know why
But I’m beginning to think that something might be wrong
I’ve been falling asleep with the TV on
My mind is spinning on the things the characters said
I wish I could forget about them or forget it all instead
You’re holding back, but you don’t let it show
You talk to your friends, but they just don’t know
Call them up, tell them not to come over tonight
Everything might not be alright
And I kinda wanna get mixed up in the colors and the lights
And just become a bad actor in some other person’s life
Everything I know would be just a dream I had
‘Cause I can’t quite think straight, and I’m sick and tired of saying it’s not so bad
You’re holding back, but you don’t let it show
You talk to your friends, but they just don’t know
Call them up, tell them not to come over tonight
Everything might not be alright
So yeah I’ve been kicked back just watching the show
Don’t they all look tired, don’t they all look like somebody you know
Is it the mother, is it the long lost best friend?
Could it be what I left behind, could it be what’s coming next?
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Drive to the Ocean
05:26
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The sun’s coming up, it’s a good day I guess
But I've learned not to trust everything in my head
But the sun’s definitely coming up, it’ll surely get warm
And it’ll stay that way ‘til winter comes
When I’m alone, I feel fucking lonely
When I get tired, i feel fucking dead
When I wanna run, I wanna go far away
Drive to the ocean
Lay on the sand
It’s tough how some things that you learn when you’re young
Turn out not to work so well in the long run
Some people can make promises that they keep ‘til they’re old
Love’s a pretty good thing or so I’m told
But it feels like forever since I’ve seen it for real
Maybe someday I'll know how it feels
But it’s a more common thing to sit on your own
Singing about nothing and feeling low
When I’m alone, I feel fucking lonely
When I get tired, i feel fucking dead
When I wanna run, I wanna go far away
Drive to the ocean
Lay on the sand
I’m sick of pretending that I’m doing fine
The sea is so violent and peaceful at the same time
And it is confusing, I don’t know what to do
But I’m beginning to notice that neither do you
When I’m alone, I feel fucking lonely
When I get tired, i feel fucking dead
When I wanna run, I wanna go far away
Drive to the ocean
Lay on the sand
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Get up and go
Put on your shoes
Find your keys in the bottom of your bag
It’s time to go
And quit humming sad songs
Turn your radio up
Cruise downtown with your friends and for once in your life
Have a little faith
‘Cause there’s nothing quite like
Seeing your friends after a long time
They’re gonna save you, they’re gonna make you
Party til dawn
Now that your baby’s gone, your baby’s gone
Look who’s laughing now
You with your whiskey instead of wine
You start to sway, you start to feel something again
And you don’t care if you look good doing it
‘Cause there’s nothing quite like
Seeing your friends after a long time
They’re gonna save you, they’re gonna make you
Party til dawn
Now that your baby’s gone, your baby’s gone
‘Cause there’s nothing quite like
Seeing your friends after a long time
They’re gonna save you, they’re gonna make you
Party til dawn
Now that your baby’s gone, your baby’s gone
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Foreign Thing
03:11
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Some people are made for leaving, I learned from an early time
Some bonds are born of silver and some are sewn of twine
It’s a foreign thing, it’s a foreign thing a love to keep me near
They come to stay, then leave and fade to some forgotten year
And I dreamed of Annie Oakley and the holster on her hip
Who can bear to gather dust while dirt and trouble live
It’s a foreign thing, it’s a foreign thing to learn to behave
And I swear I heard the wind whispering my name
I learned the hand that feeds you keeps you quiet, keeps you dull
Hunger, not blood or trust, is how the west was won
And it’s a foreign thing, it’s a foreign thing, the cowboys on TV
Either good or evil, always untamed and free
Some people walk a crooked line, I learned from an early age
I was made for the red sunrise of the wild western plains
And it’s a foreign thing, it’s a foreign thing but i know the road is right
When that cunning glow comes creeping through the long lonesome night
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Jen Starsinic Nashville, Tennessee
Jen Starsinic is a music artist, multi-instrumentalist, and community organizer. Her most recent release, 2020’s dreamy,
confessional indie rock EP Bad Actor, has been described by PopMatters, American Songwriter, and other outlets as “poignant, intimate, and stunning,” “a modern gem,” and “a vivacious composition that recalls the wistful songwriting gold of Regina Spektor and Cat Power.”
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