You used to love a lot of things
You used to love talking
This you never told me about
If it's what your eyes were saying

I already figured it out
I could just tell it was bad
I couldn't tell how bad
You never took off your shades

And you stayed like that for days
I guess your pain never weakened
Your cool blood started burning
Scorching most of us in the flames

But there are things you can't change
There are things you can't change
You called that the curse of a human's life
That you couldn't change

Said you'd never be old enough
Or young enough
Tall enough
Or thin enough

Or smart enough
Or brave enough
Rich enough
Pretty enough

Strong enough
Good enough
Well you were to us
You wanted silence by itself

Just the word
You wanted peace by itself
Just to learn
There were things you couldn't change

You got the dull pounding rain
You got the last car in the long desert train
You almost made it
You almost made it again

a note from jason

Dear friends and family.
It has been a long hospital year. You all have done so much and given so much to further my cause on this planet that I feel compelled to give you a little note. The response towards my medical fund and other support has been better than I could have ever imagined. I spent my time on the farm which was more like the opposite of a tour of duty, but it was good in its way. I have been moved around quite a bit too, Chicago, England, Indiana, West Virginia and back and forth to each. For the time being I am doing well, still in recovery and still in treatment until probably the summer does its thing. I’ve been writing a lot of music and eagerly anticipate the new 10” with Will Schaff’s book, word is that end of May we might finally get them. It is slow going, but it is going. I did write about 500 letters to many of you who sent me good wishes and more, oddly the facility I was in decided to keep them all instead of sending them. I’ll start re-collecting post box information when I am in a place for any length of time. Treatment is good, getting to deal with a lot of things that even the music didn’t want to. I have not given up because you, my friends have not given up on me. I do still need your support however that takes shape, good vibes are worth more than you might think. Finally, there are actually some musical projects on the distant radar screen, but for those who understand, I am taking this in much smaller steps than I’m used to. Keep the lamps trimmed and burning!

JM
5 May 2012
Indianapolis

Also, if you're not too familiar with it, listen to "The Big Game Is Every Night" from that last link I posted above. Awesome tune.

Something must have happened to both of us
Something must have happened
Something always does
Something must have told you burn the bridges then the maps
Something always told you to do it

I lived low enough so the moon wouldn't waste it's light on me
What's left in this life that would do the same for me
Something must have only loved one of us
To say get out, get out, get out
Get out, while there's still something left of us
Get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, get out

Swing that blade above us
Swing that blade above us
Show us how close you can get
Show us how close you can get
Show us how fast we can lose it
How bad we're outnumbered

Very cool, Matt. Thanks for sharing those links.