The footage of this video for the aforementioned song is from 1996. I was 23 and deep in the early days of the dark years to come. This song wasn’t something I would have been able to write back then. But if I heard it, I would have appreciated it’s message. I might have seen what else; aside from the torment; was inside of me.

This video features and is dedicated to my little doggy April. (1996-2008) AND! Features a stunning cameo from my sister Lauren Kamasz. xxxx

JSK

SOMEWHERE SOMETHING’S IN THERE
(Music & Lyrics By JSK)

sweetheart it’s alright
we all have imperfections
but try as you might
you think you need correction
i’ve been there i know
but a baby step is something
field of weeds we’ll mow
and plant in soil a new string

somewhere
something’s in there
i can see it clearly
somewhere
something’s in there

Released August 3rd, 2011

JSK ‘LIVE’ – INEBRIATE – Mojo’s January 16th, 2012

JSK ‘LIVE’ – HOW DO YOU KNOW ? – Mojo’s January 16th, 2012

JSK ‘LIVE’ – ITS TAKING FOREVER Mojos January 16th, 2012

JSK ‘LIVE’ 9.01.12 – ‘PART OF THE SUN (Song For River Phoenix) &. LONE STAR STATE OF MINE (By River Phoenix)

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A NEW YEAR OF A NEW LIFE ( A Note Of Appreciation) By JSK

There’s the improbable; the impossible and then there’s the inevitable.

Those three applied to my life in a joint conglomerate of negativity from the mid nineties up until March of 2011.

I was an alcoholic and drug addicted, depressed mess and it was improbable that things were going to change because I thought it impossible and I was resigned to my suicide which was being co-ordinated to it’s inevitable conclusion.

After sticking it out for 17 years I was done.
Things had gone wrong in my life now; one too many times. And as fiercely accountable as I was to the making my own misery, I couldn’t erase the weight of the routine insensitivity of life and it’s occupants. I finally wanted out and I was making sure there would be no mistake with my intentions.
I circled the calendar and wrote “RIP JSK! At fuckin’ last”.
In between that final solution and the day I pencilled it in, something happened.

I don’t believe in fate.
I do not believe that things happen for a ‘reason’.
To me, that’s just too simple a rationale for what occurs to us and others.
How can anyone rationalize something like the holocaust for example ?; as if such a horrific event should be part of the bigger design that religious folk lean toward.
I just can’t reconcile that belief with reality.
But something unexpected happened to me and the ‘M’ word kind of applies.

‘M’ word ?

The only ‘M’ words that were significant to me in the last 17 years of my 38 year old existence were a handful like; mourn,misery,mistake,mercilless,misguided….(ad infinitum…)
And if there was something as crazy as a concept of there being such a thing as a ‘miracle’, I didn’t subscribe.
But that is the only thing I can possibly come close to terming what happened.

I wanted out all right!; only that what I wanted ‘out’ of, was addiction.
Out of the senseless death I was subjecting my physical, mental and spiritual self to daily.
And I was killing myself; unapologetically.

I had entertained ideas of cleaning up my act later on in my life but these were delusional notes to the self. And also to others around me who loved me.
But I didn’t change anything. I prolonged my destruction and improved upon my techniques of how I went about it. Why not ? Society and me weren’t going to meet on the same playing field so fuck it.

So why was this any different ?
Why did I want to stop killing myself ?

Yes, I had just been hospitalized but I had been institutionilized many times before and those previous experiences made no difference at all.
What I know now, as I did back in March of 2011; as I sat in my single room pondering the last light of the day; was that I had finally had enough.
I wanted it.
I wanted sobriety.
I wanted clarity.
I wanted to live.

I didn’t enter into hospital expecting this sudden revelation. I had reluctantly left my comfort zone to appease my family. Simple as that.
And now, all of sudden, I wanted something I remember having.
A life.

But how ?

How the hell was I going to break a near two decade cycle of self-harm and a spiritual and physical lifestyle maintained by alcohol and drugs ?

Outside my hospital bedroom was a bookshelf which bore about 60 titles which were all fiction; except one.
It was an edition of ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS.

No cover. No blurb. Just an unassuming blue book with the title embossed with gold lettering.
I took it into my room and with an open mind; (which would serve me well); I began to read.
It wasn’t religious at all as I had half-heartedly assumed any ‘Anonymous’ programme was. And religion to me, is a man made invention to proliferate the exchange of money using the clothes of a man named Christ as it’s veneer. So, as I read further I was surprised to find a chapter that was written for an individual as myself and it was entitled; “WE AGNOSTICS”
As I was.
By definition, an agnostic is and I quote;

“a person who holds that the existence of the ultimate cause, as God, and the essential nature of things are unknown and unknowable, or that human knowledge is limited to experience”

Basically, I don’t believe IN God, but I didn’t NOT believe in God.
And in my minor dabblings of researching Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous in the past, I had learned that one of the 12 steps is giving your life over to a ‘higher power’. Which to me was an insane concept. How can an individual who doesn’t believe in God but wants to stop using narcotics manage that slippery requirement. You couldn’t!, I said. End of story.

Well, when I began reading that chapter, “WE AGNOSTICS” (mind still ‘open’, yes…) I was delivered into the arms of possibilty. A possibility that I could utilize this programme without compromising my core beliefs and personality. I learned that a ‘higher power’ could be anything of your ‘own understanding’.
Shit!
You mean, I don’t have to pretend that a God, as most people know it, was my ‘higher power’ ?
I was free!

I definitely had my own understanding of a ‘higher power’ and immediately set it in mental stone that I was going to do it. I was going to attend a meeting. If I was serious as I knew I was about quitting, It was a necessary component of going about it. I couldn’t do this undertaking by myself as I had stubbornly presumed for my for entire active addiction when I entertained brief thoughts of stopping my descent into the maelstrom.
I had to be among people who shared this life and I had to enter into it willingly.

Upon discharge from hospital, I knew that my commitment was intact despite being free to indulge in my vices but I thought nothing of them nor did I feel compelled by any urges and soon attended my first ever meeting which was Narcotics Anonymous.
Upon walking into the hall and finding a seat amongst the many seated individuals; the meeting already in progress, I felt no anxiety. No fear nor trepidation. Just a desire to listen and learn.

To my utter shock I was given a ‘Newcomer Tag’; a white plastic keyring type of thing with the NA logo embossed in gold on one side with ‘Just For Today’ on the opposite. I hadn’t met anybody prior to this meeting but you would never have known it from the welcoming handshakes, hugs and kind words of support to ‘keep coming back’.

The meeting concluded; as it always does wherever you attend a meeting; with everyone joining hands in a circle and reciting ‘The Serenity Prayer’ which was second nature to the seasoned members but which I had to read which was afforded me courtesy of the wall hanging with the ‘Serenity Prayer’ emblazoned upon it.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.

I left the meeting feeling something that I never had experienced in my entire life.
A sense of belonging.
For existing is easy. Belonging is hard, if not impossible, especially if you are locked in a place and tied to expectations.

As I walked to the train station to return home I didn’t feel concrete underfoot; it felt like I was treading air. I was stunned and excited.

This particular meeting which occured on a Saturday evening would become my home group.
My base.
And though I subsequently ventured forward to other meetings in various parts of the city and still do; this Saturday meeting remains my home.

I quickly learned that the programme rewards the individual with ‘Clean Time’ Tags when celebrating the achievements of 30 days, 60 days, 90 days, 6 months, 12 months and multiple years clean.
I would collect an assortment of these as my commitment to staying sober continued and remains so.

I had known a little bit about this tradition when I flipped through NA/AA material in my darker years and I thought back then that it was a patronizing way to treat people. Like it was giving a dog a bone for being a good doggy. I don’t feel like that anymore.
Getting involved; participating and learning for myself the actual process of the programmes has revealed what a momentous thing it is to have your clean time acknowledged and this gesture can sometimes inspire people to battle the demons and keep them at bay because the tags are tangible evidence of what the individual has achieved.

When a newcomer walks into the rooms attending their first meeting and I see them receive their ‘Welcome Tag’ it is an emotional experience to see their reaction to having such a courageous decision be recognized and it takes me back to my first meeting and I relive that feeling of acceptance and encouragement that I experienced that first day.

I cannot say that my time in recovery hasn’t had it’s hiccups. I have relapsed. But when I have, I have never, ever faced criticism or judgement. It’s the exact opposite.
And the point for writing this is to extend my appreciation to the programme and the people within it who are my family.

I have just attended my first NA Convention which consisted of a weekend of meetings, guest speakers, a dinner and dance and much more and it culminated on New Years Eve with a joyous celebration.

As a soul in recovery I endeavour to humbly extend my experiences to others who remain undecided, steadfastly dismissive or are just curious.
And I just wanted to share something which makes the NA/AA programmes so rewarding and validation of it’s existence.
Because I used to believe for a long time that an individual can make a positive difference in this world and maintained that through the darkest years but by the time of my admission to hospital in March of 2011, it had waned considerably to the point that I no longer believed a single person can make a difference.
Well, I have learned we indeed can make a difference as individuals and the creation of the programmes offers no better example because the foundation of Alcoholic Anonymous in 1935 stemmed from one man’s realization that there was no service for people suffering the disease of addiction and with the support of like-minded souls, this man co-founded what continues to save and inspire lives to this day; every day; all around the world; every minute of every day.
His name was Dr. Bill Wilson.

If that is not cemented proof that one individual can make a difference, then I don’t know what is.
And it’s a beautiful realization to hold close to your soul when things might not be going well and your hope might be lost or losing it’s grip.
It’s the affirmation that lonely, unfairly dismissed, self concious, sensitive people DO have a future and the fact that these programmes are self-supported by the peoples of fellowships with no outside contributors or third party interference and influence is further testament to the miracle that is the power of people united.

Irrespective of race, creed, sexual orientation, religious beliefs and the rest that is always such a big deal to many; Everybody is welcome to the programmes.

There are no Résumés required. No previous experience necessary. No references needed.
Just the desire to stop drinking. To stop using drugs.

Thanks to this programme and to my own explicit honesty, I have a new life and a whole new outlook on life that includes everyone in it. My relationships with my beloved family and friends who I had lost are now part of this new existence and I am humbled, grateful and excited to have the opportunity to be here.
Believe.
That ‘M’ word is real.
My love to everyone, have a wonderful New Year.

Jason Stuart Kamasz
January 1st, 2012

Here’s some More Videos
‘LIVE’ Performance & Music Videos that I have produced.
Enjoy!
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I WANT EXTREMES – JSK ‘LIVE’ @ MOJO’S November 7th, 2011
Taken from the forthcoming November 30th JSK Album; POLAR EYES

UNTIL NOW
From the JSK Tribute Album to River Phoenix’ final film THE THING CALLED LOVE.
My album is entitled THE LOVE CALLED THING
Produced & Performed By JSK

STAN (THE MAN)
From the forthcoming JSK Album POLAR EYES Released November 30th

COMRADES BOWLING
Taken from the New JSK Album HYENA RUMINATIONS

JSK INTERVIEW @ MOJO’S October 3, 2011 (Proudly wearing his River Phoenix T-shirt)

Played lots of Live Shows lately.
Gone great.
Recorded and released a further two albums in the past 2 months;
HYENA RUMINATIONS Written, Arranged, Produced & Performed By JSK

LINK;
http://jsksounds.bandcamp.com/album/hyena-ruminations

&
A TRIBUTE ALBUM to River Phoenix’ final completed film; THE THING CALLED LOVE entitled;
THE LOVE CALLED THING Produced & Performed By JSK

LINK;
http://jsksounds.bandcamp.com/album/the-love-called-thing

Made a bunch of Music Videos and here’s the beginning of a bunch of uploads which are at my JSK YOUTUBE Channel
http://www.youtube.com/user/jayesskay35?feature=mhee

NEVER THE TWAIN

I FEEL COMPLETE

CRIMSON WATER

RUNNING INTERFERENCE

LONE STAR STATE OF MINE By River Phoenix (JSK Cover Version)

Love
JSK

VAMOOSE is dedicated to Bill Wilson, Bob Smith, Jimmy Kinnon & everybody who gathered as one to propel forward the creation of the Alcoholics Anonymous & Narcotics Anonymous programmes. I also dedicate this album to each and every soul I have met through my participation in these programmes. And also to those who have an empty seat awaiting them in these hallowed halls in the future.
Particular mention to Sarah Allie.
You are an inspiration and a unique soul and I am blessed to have you in my life
Bless You All.
JSK

VAMOOSE
my own
is for you
dream big
you should do
don’t score
it’s not true
nor you

take the flight home turn your back on colours that exist
going back to black and white with sepia in the mix
think it’s funny that we leave the way that we came in
never was an original sin
on your bike
vamoose

trial for
obscenities
hardcore
hypocrisies (oh please!)

take the flight home turn your back on colours that exist
going back to black and white with sepia in the mix
think it’s funny that we leave the way that we came in
never was original sin
on your bike
vamoose

surrounded by endless tomes
libraries they serve as homes
pinpoint
the verse that fits
your own
with ours
it hits

take the flight home turn your back on colours that exist
going back to black and white with sepia in the mix
think it’s funny that we leave the way that we came in
never was an original sin (oh no!)
run the flight of stairs and see if you can catch your breath
afterlife is something that they say comes after death
litanies from A to Z like dominoes in line
face to face come anytime
now on your bike
vamoose

on your bike
vamoose

i am past angry
i’m no longer pissed
order in the house
the gavel insists
blatantly stealing
the glow from the dear light
i won’t pick a fight

MONOLITHIC
he’s on probation
loving life sweet wife
sick of damnation
done with the strife
he’s the summation
the prodigal son rise
bold proclamation
it’s nice to be wise
he’s not complacent
knows the demon wants him
he is adjacent
from the first inn
he’s on probation
loving life sweet wife

you’ve got two feet boy
so walk it
talk it
i know you can

she’s on a precipice
it’s a way long down
it’s the antithesis of what she wants round
she’s on probation
needing some sweet sense
looks for summation
she wipes the lense clean
has fascination which lawn’s greener
no complication
she’s glad to be seen
get past probation
we know it will happen
new destination
wouldn’t know you from Adam

you’ve got two feet girl
so walk it
talk it
i know you can
we’ve got two feet yeah
so walk it
talk it
i know we can

CRIMSON WATER
the child has been groomed to consume
bombarded with the wires there’s no room
inclement weather’s coming silver lined
questions must be mined

by and large
the smallest thing
can bring us down to size
what’s up ?
tilt my head

hands up whose not a freak in life ?
bully boys and scathing female readies knife
in the bath the water’s clear but it won’t be soon
crimson king it runs lagoon

by and large
the smallest thing
can bring us down to size
what’s up ?
tilt my head
by and large
the smallest thing
can bring us down to size
what’s up ?
tilt my head
we’ll go past the dread
blue moon
conquers earth
diagram defines the round
i’ll always have you

AS OF NOW
it’s zilch or you
if i talk to anyone else you get quite blue
you say you’re not obsessive anymore
on evidence of recent days I’m not so sure

la la la la la land
you seem to be living in
wah wah wah wah wah sand
it hasn’t changed anything
blah blah blah blah grand
what the hell do you expect ?

it’s all or nowt
if i stretch myself beyond your life you get so sore
you say you’re not possessive anymore
on evidence of recent days I’m not so sure
the world revolves
around us all
and not a single soul for sure
you say you’re not obssessive anymore
but precedents continuing convey much more

la la la la la la land
you seem to be living in
wah wah wah wah wah sand
it hasn’t changed anything
blah blah blah blah blah grand
what the hell do you expect ?
ha ha ha ha ha brand
is anything i do correct ?

you wouldn’t know
by your reply
or the lack of them
don’t even try

it’s zilch or you
if i talk to anyone else you get quite blue
you say you’re not obsessive anymore

on evidence of recent days I’m not so sure
on evidence of recent days I’m not so sure
but precedents continuing convey much more

la la la la la la land

JINX
we don’t think we can change
who we are
patterns arranged
like a script
habits die hard
life can distract and mold
us like clay
but from experience
i’ve seen there’s another way

it’s not the same
shoulder the blame
mold our sure train of thought

nought
nil

pass the buck to someone else
for what’s gone down
measures are out of sync wear a frown
whip me ’round

it’s not the same
shoulder the blame
mold our sure train of thought

don’t elope
sure fire burns a hole
i can cope
one lie earns your role
hold on tight
it just might begin it
get it right
writ
trust
fight
just
bin
it

AND IN THIS CORNER
in this corner
fighting out of Applecross
little jack horner
pudding pie he hasn’t lost the matches
went the distance
in this corner
the boy who knows his share of loss
he can inform ya’
of the wins through the coin toss the scratches
bled insistence
round one always
the one you have to put your stamp
onto the fight plays
measure up the jab and clamp
on points i’m ahead here
the bell sounds
return to corner get advice
lance the eye flowing
blood onto my trunks so nice

i’m no champion
don’t profess to be
but i stay there
taking battery
and the punishment can be fierce
i’m no playboy
no one sponsors me
but i enjoy
weathering the leather spree

in this corner
fighting out of Applecross
Novacastrian child
won less more than he has won
unbowed head no matter the blood
batter me senseless
you can even put me down
but i’ll be back up
before the count of ten is out
that’s the good thing in knowing pain

i’m no champion
don’t profess to be
but i stay there
taking battery
and the punishment can be so fierce
i’m no playboy
no one sponsors me
but i enjoy
weathering the leather spree

fool
you picked on the wrong guy
the rule
it didn’t, nor does apply
swollen shut
can use my eyes
told them
it’d be a surprise
didn’t believe me the prize
don’t interest me
cos’ there’s more
to life than in settling a score
the odds are a million to one
place your bets if you feel flush
watching me attack’s a rush
going the distance to crush
every sick head that opines
they’ve got me cornered with the times
they wrote me off as good as dead
to see me now must shake their head
but as long as you believe in yourself
they’ll stay away be someplace else
just believe in yourself
and then the twats will stay someplace else
just believe in yourself

+
believe in yourself
believe in yourself
believe in yourself
believe in yourself
don’t listen to anyone else
no
believe in yourself
believe in yourself
believe in yourself
don’t listen to anyone else

believe in yourself
don’t leave it to them
believe in your self

goodbye

SKETCH MENTAL PICTURE
i had a dream
thought it had come true
had sight
not seen
until the curtain fell
And I
took down every smokescreen
pinned my hopes on what seemed

it made me scream
when this dream flew away
i thought i was
finished with a full stop

demons that i thought i had freed
came back to me a thousand fold
it wasn’t, never, ever mean’t to be
wasn’t mean’t to be

i have new dreams
so far it’s come true
have sight now see
beyond that living hell

demons that i lived with and married to
can’t get past my resolve that’s here
i know this new surrounding it could be
the signs
a reality
designs
for myself and everyone close to me
surrendered to the truth
gave myself a break

life’s like a page that you’d like to rip and shred
but there’s something on the side

WATCH THE ANTS
she gave me a good dressin’ down
in new emperor’s clothes and gown
was no surprise
because that’s what’s she like
the easiest thing to do today
naked up and thumbnail display
just click enlarge
you’ll find that you will spike
they sought to hide the scenes to come
unfettered by a conscience numb
minds alike love spattered ink
a mess arrived not free to think
hop gracefully past life’s canvas that’s so rare

WATCH THE ANTS
the people here walking billboards
insignia’s and logo swords
the brand’s the point
forget the warmth of cloth
we’d stay up all night way past late
in the meantime her teeth would grate
because they told us
they would make a call
close to sunrise no phone rang
not the first time stood up again
because their promise wouldn’t come at all

WATCH THE ANTS
WATCH THE ANTS
WATCH THE ANTS
WATCH THE ANTS

COLLOSSEUM
mobile rings
the ipod roars
and everybody bows their head
that’s so they can ignore
the people all around them
quit instead
like that dear old lady
hand clutched to the cold bar on her feet
whilst no one will offer
to exchange their place
give up their seat

guy gets on the train loud
says to all he’ll sit next to the “C”
way back in the old days
i’d be out my skull and say something
was a fool proof method
managed me and gave me strength to voice
just what was annoying
balance insanity and make some noise
oh-no
take it away

walk through the museum
size of collosseum waxworks bold
spending years like money
on impulse i’d hide and lock and fold
annulled the future coming
looking at the picture of my eyes
startled me reminded
just how sick i was
and emptied of
the will to go forward
insanity hair of dog
oh yeah!

LEAD-HEAVY
tonight i felt so low
like a piece of shit
when i stained your lovely couch
the calm was no show
and my heart it split
deep inside i knelt to crouch
i felt so guilty
like a punished child
i felt like i was five
my loved ones saved me
from those triggered thoughts
they’re just glad that i’m alive
alive

sometimes there’s

lead heavy silence
except for the violence
i won’t remind us

today i felt so ill
a lot of lunacy
i was coming unglued
distracted by my distractions
little trophies shone
clueless pictures by the tonne
one eye witness
to a vicious crime
no apology comes their way
white knuckle it now
you don’t have to use
then we’re simply willing prey

sometimes there’s

lead heavy silence
except for the violence
i won’t remind us

THE PANTOMIME
it’d been so long since we sat down and talked
it’d been an age since we had gone outside and walked
it wasn’t that there wasn’t time there was a lot
the reason was because I had no care to allot
my time
was lost
and i didn’t care
enjoyed
the cask
and bottles that were there
resigned
to fate the one they call death
it was my home
it took up every breath

the baggage that i kept it weighed me down like stone
i acted solo and i happily lived alone
but i got sick of it for everyday was the same
i’d notice things i did but i didn’t know my name
my time
was lost
and i didn’t care
enjoyed
the cask
and bottles that were there
resigned
to fate the one they call death
it was my home
it took up every breath
why did i
believe in one way fare
consoled myself
with excuses that i’d bear
the bones
i’d break
i knew that they would heal
so fuck the world
that didn’t want the real
thing
but…..

thing
but…..

thing
but…..

thing
but…..

thing but the truth
the pain through the roof
shake up try the sane
options now contain
fibres sins repealed
new days life’s revealed
it’s not bad in fact it’s great
to be early instead of late

this is the best i’ve ever felt
it is like a slice of felt
holy ghosts are now my friend
higher power loans me strength

SOMEWHERE SOMETHING’S IN THERE
sweetheart it’s alright
we all have imperfections
but try as you might
you think you need correction
i’ve been there i know
but a baby step is something
field of weeds we’ll mow
and plant in soil a new string

somewhere
something’s in there
i can see it clearly
somewhere
something’s in there

i know it can seem
things happen all at once whilst
we have no backbone
to weather all the bullshit
i know that one day
your smile will reign supremely
and those worlds of grey
will disappear completely

somewhere
something’s in there
i can see it clearly
somewhere
something’s in there

knowing is part
of accepting limitations
it don’t mean we’re part
of everyday temptations
we just up the strength
that powers us to new views
and front page you’ll see
your life it heads today’s news

somewhere
something’s in there
i can see it clearly
somewhere
something’s in there
you’ll see it too

somewhere
something’s in there
i can see it clearly
somewhere
something’s in there

Y’KNOW WHAT ?

somewhere
something’s in there
i can see it clearly
somewhere
something’s in there

BROTHER SUFFERER
hey mister grave digger
i see your finger on the trigger
but your bullets past straight through

hey missus’ gossip mixer
you’re brewing up a new elixer
and any fool to taste

hey brother sufferer
you’re not alone there is another
a crew that shares your grief

hey sister self esteem
i know you and what you seem
but mirrors are a lie

tonight we celebrated
a girl and we’re all elated
her journey took 2 years

keep coming back it works
i know there is some fuckin’ jerks
but sit or stand or stay

people like to criticize
it makes them feel theiy’re large in size
but they’re smaller than a speck

hey mister grave digger
i see your finger on the trigger
but your bullets past straight through

TOTALLY
saw your smile fade for a fraction
zigzagged a tincture caption
creature of the club no option
rather that involves adoption

fires on the hillside
last laugh for the wiseguy
criers on the landslide
totally in limbo

first, last & midway most times
keep my own hours fit rhymes
go to the well see what sells
the new dumb is quite the nobel

fires on the hillside
last laugh for the wiseguy
criers on the landslide
did you hear what i said
totally in limbo
totally akimbo

saw your smile

saw your smile fade for a fraction
zigzagged a tincture caption
creature of the club no option

fires on the hillside
last laugh for the wiseguy
criers on the landslide
did you hear what i said
totally in limbo
totally in limbo

INNER DIALOGUE

i have a home and i live
inside it i live to give
through the door people come
wearing smiles and then some
headlines don’t rule me nore
full stops i just ignore

close shop
lock key
go where you ought to be
run on the sand with guitar
tick tock
seconds hand
beauty has a divine plan
it highlights who we are

wasn’t paradise enough ?
hell not hot or rough ?
circle the answer on form
sunlight’s my new norm

close shop
lock key
go where you wanna’ be
run on the sand with guitar
tick tock
seconds hand
beauty has a divine plan
it highlights who we are

roll out the red carpet
pop the cork and forget
i won’t take the glass it’s alright
the one here in my hand is mine

close shop
lock key
go where you ought to be
run on the sand with guitar
tick tock
seconds hand
beauty has a divine plan
it highlights who we are

in car on the road
wildlife narrates the soul
solemn is the key for serene
hold hands lock grip
stand worthy as a clique
with no pretentious alignment
to
the
sky
and
ground

i’ll always be around
sometimes that’s tough to say
it could easily go the other way
i hope to make good on this time
i
love
you

FINISHING TOUCH
when it seems like it is done
(that’s it completed
every ill deleted)
i notice that it needs some more
(light or shadow
too deep or shallow)
i invest all so much
(everything to excess
never is a recess)
this final stroke is my finishing touch

how can you see with a blindfold on ?
how could you sing with the noose tied strong ?
we think we’re free of the shackled thorns
but only if we we accept our wrong doing

October 31st is the 18th anniversary of River Phoenix’ tragic passing.

His last completed movie was THE THING CALLED LOVE; a tale of 4 singer/songwriters who head to Nashville with the hope of becoming country music superstars.

The film features a stellar soundtrack including an original River Phoenix song ‘Lone Star State Of Mine’.

To commemorate his anniversary I will be doing an album of some of the songs featured including River’s.

It will be available for Free Download @ my music store JSKSOUNDS

http://www.jsksounds.bandcamp.com/ – More News To Come Closer to October 31st.