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Jade

by Mona Borland

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1.
Ashes 02:46
I capped the pen after using up all of the ink and stood back to look at what I'd done. It's not at all what I'd hoped would be the result of a decade of grievances and scratches. Take it all away: everyone, every sound, every noise, everything. Take it all away, I put everything in a pile and I set it up in flames. So, now that everything is in piles of ashes, I turned 'round and made my way home.
2.
Undertow 03:38
You were a wave pulling me back to shore to breathe, "I am the undertow, I'll drown you in your sleep." Have you ever thought you could be something, just to have that thought remind you, you won't? I think I realized what I knew all along, It wasn't you, it was the person that made me belong to the things I'd been looking for, the things they say you'll need to find. Some things, just some things. I'm not as mad or as sad as I used to be, but that does not mean that I've gone out quietly. Or that I'd put on shoes, shoes I'd worn before when I was stomping around to make noise. And now I've got no soul. I dug my feet in the sand, I said I'll be a rock for a while. You are a wave. "I am the undertow." You were a low tide. You made a small splash. I'm not as mad or as sad as I used to be, but that does not mean that I've gone out quietly. Or that I'd put on shoes, shoes I'd worn before when I was stomping around to make noise. And now I've got no soul. I'd been taught to bottle the ocean, but one time I let it pour completely over me. Some things, just some things.
3.
Conduit 05:04
I'm not entirely sure this exposition is the conduit I needed to feel okay. Simply put, the proof is in the putting on of my torn and barren sleeves. So wear it. Please understand, this question wasn't armed for the firing squads, the very men who possess you. What's worse between being forgotten or remembered for the mess I've made? I'm not entirely sure this exposition is the conduit I needed to feel okay. There's a soft stream that's coursing through my veins. It has existed since before I can remember. It's comfortability was always inviting. The undertow carried me out to sea; it's where I found myself lost. So I float on. Let it be remembered, there once was a time and still yet may be. This notion finds a distant peace. Is the horse worth beating at this point? Were the lives in question spoken for? There's a soft stream that's coursing through my veins. It has existed since before I can remember. It's comfortability was always inviting. The undertow carried me out to sea; it's where I find myself lost. So I float on. This display may have done just as much harm as it healed.
4.
You've set your stories loose like a hoard of beautiful butterflies, hoping we wouldn't notice with the nets in our hand. The tales dance in and out of the jars we made as kids, with the holes on top to leak in the summer air. It's the life the fiction needs. Or has it matured into reality? What happens when a scream and a whisper speak the same volume? Well, I've got good news and I've got bad news. Which would you like first? Rose colored glasses, just rose colored glasses. You can do so much better. You can do so much better than this. Rose colored glasses, just rose colored glasses. Which was the good news? Do you wish you never knew? Well, I've got good news and I've got bad news. Which would you like first? I keep it close. I keep it with me like a secret; I won't tell anyone. Do you still keep yours with you? We do not keep hidden our grudge, just the horns that gave it to us. We do not keep hidden our angst, just some lies that told us we can do better.
5.
Oasis 05:16
Give me a break. Give me a reason to question this false, painted-on, cheap-looking oasis. The lunar has my card pulled. It sees everything the sunlight won't greet. (Don't hold your breath.) And it's grip once was suffocating, but I've taught myself not to loose sleep. (You've been losing rest.) You cannot be so apprehensive with this type, with this binding guarantee. (What's the breaking point?) Do you find it underwhelming or does it bring you some kind of peace? (Is this your ghost?) I think the electricity found a way to shoot through me. This is not the way I conduct, myself. And the whole world is burning, but it shows the way through the forest. The trees are candles. Evergreen. The whole world is on fire, but it shows it's way through the forest. The whole world is on fire, but I can see fine. The solar has my guard down. It shows everything that I would never miss. (I don't need these things.) But now in this kind of setting, I'll go after you, but only if you insist. (What does tomorrow bring?) I'll go after you, but only if you insist. I think the electricity found a way to shoot through me. This is not the way I conduct, myself. And the whole world is burning, but it shows the way through the forest. The trees are candles. Evergreen. The whole world is one fire, but it shows it's way through the forest. The whole world is on fire but I can see fine. And I have one last confession to make, so please bear with me. This is for all the times that you sat idly by, And watched me lose my breath 'til I had nothing left. And if there's nothing to show for the times I didn't grow, I will hang my head low. But there was nothing when I got home.

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released June 22, 2017

All music written by Mona Borland
Recorded / Mixed / Mastered by Russell Hollar Music Production
Artwork by Steven McCorry Design

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