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Afterlives, Vol. 1

by Frail Jonny

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Squashed slugs On the wet road On my walk home In the morning From last night’s Goodbye party You were leaving In the morning It’s not that I think everything’s infinite I just don’t think we’ve reached the end of it Maybe All that whiskey Let us forget that The party’s ending Honey That’s what you called me For the first time In a long time It’s not that I think everything’s infinite I just don’t think we’ve reached the end of it Woke up With my arms wrapped Round your belly Like we used to Got up Made the coffee Now I’m walking In the daylight It’s not that I think everything’s infinite I just don’t think we’ve reached the end of it It’s not that I think everything’s infinite I just don’t think we’ve reached the end of it It’s not that I think everything’s infinite I just don’t think we’ve reached the end of it
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When you told me we’d never get married But you still want to sleep in my bed Well you can if you want to But where will we land in the end? I don’t know when to walk away from you I don’t know when to walk away from you I don’t know when to walk away from you If I’m scared every time that you kiss me Does that mean I should push you away? Because I don’t want to I still want you I still want you to be my mistake I’ve been keeping our secrets a secret Just the way that you asked me to do But would my friends believe me If I asked for help to escape I don’t know how to walk away from you I don’t know how to walk away from you I don’t know how to walk away from you I don’t know how to walk away
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You had the house at the end of the lane It was made of brick and slate Standing by your bookshelf I said desire makes us strong Didn’t want to know, you didn’t want to know Soldered down the center on the line that we had made It’s more than a give and take I did not expect that love would take away my dreams I just thought it’s what you do in your mid-twenties you were tucked into the caverns of your coat I told you lies that turned you old you moved out to Portland and I went the other way we haven’t spoken since and I try not to feel ashamed Dreary in my memory I see that house of brick and slate It stands like the pillars of fate If I had not gone in and come out the other side Who knows what kind of blindness I’d have to hide Who knows what kind of blindness I’d have to hide
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Over a week in the summer Every afternoon I would walk to the house of my vacationing neighbor To take care of his pooch I wandered the quiet hallways And sat in empty rooms Me and the dog and the smell of summer And my lustful adolescent mood I could almost see through the veil of Maya I could almost see over the edge of the world From page to page in six days I was made And on the seventh all dogs go to heaven In the dusty sunlit bathroom Was a stack of magazines Sitting in a brown woven basket Like a baby floating in the reeds They were chock full of pictures Of women in lingerie I had stumbled into this mans pleasure garden And into it I too would stray I could almost see through the veil of Maya I could almost see over the edge of the world From page to page in six days I was made And on the seventh all dogs go to heaven Back I went each day To feed and gaze and play With the dog and America's daughters Until all of the drive went away Each evening on the walk back home Staggering and dazed I found that the light was not so bright But I would never get out of that maze I could almost see through the veil of Maya I could almost see over the edge of the world Would they be diamonds on which Jesus had suckled? The impossible could almost be seen
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The first fruits of a new season. The first glimmers of a dreamlight.

It's with some anxiety that I let this out into the world. Is the music real, and is it really music? Does it carry, does it follow? Is there resort in these sounds, or urge in their hum. I don't know. Maybe you can tell me.

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released April 23, 2021

Written, performed, and recorded by Jonathan Wright

Mixed and mastered by Bradford Krieger at Big Nice Studio, RI

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Frail Jonny Asheville, North Carolina

When your world is stripped away, what comes next feels like an afterlife.

!! Afterlives Vol.1 Ep out now !!

Classical violinist-turned-filmyboy-turned-alt musician.

If you have not seen my MUSIC VIDEO yet, click the YouTube link below and wile away some hours watching my body drape and droop.
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