Jesse Holliday and his ghosts
Melting paper shreds eyes wide
the tire's blown, they're still waiting
hopelessly aiming for that fame in a wrong way
theres 30 miles to go but you cant move another inch
try a pinch to see if they're real
if their not, make a deal, shake hands
and remember what they look like.
I scream sounds when alone and bored
I scream sounds when talkin t the lord
He saw me on tuesday
told him i was lookin for an answer
He told me i could find that in his
back right pocket.
I prediced the past
said it wont last, wont move too fast
so blurry but yet they come out
they all got somewhere t go no doubt
BUT me, I drive in no direction
take wrong turns without a mention
of just where i'm off to
Sky's cryin, mothers sighin, lawyers supplyin
im retirein and I'm only 19
I sit in a glass box
talkin' with a three-eyed fox
about when the worlds gonna end.
I herd 2012, but maybe tommorrow
I wonder what it will look like as i lite my cigarette.
Parked alone, me and my pen
we've become best friends.
where will i find the one who paints
pictures in the sun
and who doesnt run
when she is scared
The one who eats alone for breakfast
The one who leaves herself out in the rain
to feel at peace.
I wonder if she's in a glass box alone
doin the same thing
Writing words that don't mean somethin
means i gotta get it straight
think about fate
clean off my plate.
Haven't ya ever though the same
why your stuck playin the game
trying to chase after fame
How you feel like a caged millionare
these days feel the same
with folded arms, blue eyes, winter skys,
dead trees, brown leaves, red lights, drain pipes
broken phone, with the one girl never callin
but you keep stallin and haulin
your future down the everlasting path
that wont go away.
Sittin and waitin with a leather coat
and a head full of prayers
and marble stairs that lead you to a black sky.
No more night sounds
just a wind that howls
like a police siren right behind you.
Influences
The triangle pyraminds of underbridge, the painted gypsy weaving through reeds, the whitecap ocean tundra bare blue and cold, the vaccum of avenues at four AM, feeling like you own the world, feeling like your apart of this greater clan like your the driver with no cars on the highway, understanding people, being motionless and still, breathing truth, reading the city like a novel never ending pages and mysterious corners. Being lost in a forigen place, freedom.
Jesse Holliday is a singer songwriter, writes constantly, talks constantly, and aims his arrows at the night time sky.
Sittin on a blue chair
Floatin through the air
Waitin t stare at some beautiful women
Facein a stranger with a phone for an ear
She’s waitin to hear what her psychiatrist thinks
About how her new love blinks
How when they met he winked as if to leave or something.
A box of black glass
People talkin foreign language pass
And I want to last as long as im told.
People try to confine and mold into strong bold witty characters
Of constant sature and immediate recognition.
But not me, that’s not what I was aiming for.
Red Shoes tappin on the sound that made a ground
Built by men with three arms
had alarms sound while they workin’.
Turn for someone to meet
When you think your feet run to the sun
And then to gun that you hide
Under your bed, catcher in the rye you red
And then you shut your head and said you’d dream of dreamin.
Come through the door and look at the floor
Because the rug has been lit on fire and your stare starts to retire
Your desire of class about learnin concernin burnin rugs.
Medicine man buried in the sand wavin his hand to dyin souls
On the beach, who hiss and screech about how they cant
Reach the rope and fear the cope they earn when they pass.
Genius was said to be a gift by God but it didn’t come from him
It came from the man who lives on the road
And packed up and sold all his possessions and gold
And ran from his town and didn’t frown at people
Starin him down, callin him a clown
Cuz he makes weird sounds and he leaves the town.
Genius came from earth, heaven, and hell and when you rang the bell
And tried to sell your soul to a glass hole with a translucent mole
Who talked about taking a stroll down the hole into the lare of stare
Where one can’t find
Answers to questions with prayers.
And when your in the lare you think of the prayer you recieted as a child
You begin to smile until you see a hand
Graspin a file with your name writtin in scripted style
And all the while you thought you were hidden
But who were you kiddin
You screamed out in church and cut off a herse
And wrote a verse to a song who you thought belonged to a poet.
Runnin through the dark in the distance you see a park
Where birds mark initals in the bark.
So you sprint toward the park
And as you get close you see the rope
And it makes you choose where you’ll go from here.
So you reach for the rope and it drags you under the slope
Into a wall with beads and seeds and pictures hung in the silent night
That will fall into the mirror.
The white pickett fence represents family In defense
the barbed wire fence screams failure and no escape
From windows without drapes,
fake imagined landscapes and forests and towns
And families, and love with a black leather glove
You shove down the sewer in a hidden place
With an unguilty face and you don’t know the place you came from
But you know how to lie and constantly sigh about the dry sky
Without rain the earth dies and blames the heavens for being greedy.
You’ve learned to conceal the deal you’ve made eatin your last meal
And you feel like your not real.
Peel away from the scene of the day and speak of things no one will say
Because today is your last day to stray before you
Become and adult and being to revolt about life
And how it dragged you into the wall and how you ran down the hall
Into a door that read “Respect”
And you opened the door and you swore to the floor that you would never
Leave your seat when someone is speakin their mind or speakin about time or how they read one line and their whole world changed.
And the room has a rope that you grab and you choke
Because the next thing you know your flyin through snow and you don’t know
Where you’ll end up and it scares you that you don’t know the future and you can’t relive your past and your memory wont last against the present moment and you take a breath
And hold it as you fly into a field of rusted shields of warriors who fought
For religion and presicion of land and country’s kings who wore golden rings
That sparkled when they spoke.
You stand up in the field and feel the snow on your heel
And glance at the flyin eel with a sign its jaw saying
WANA LOSE YOUR VISION!?
Just give me permission and il show you the direction
To change your complextion and this place is a called
Highway Nowhere
So you flag down the eel and you tell him how you feel
That you couldn’t keep your seat and you needed to beat the drum
So the glum could keep on
And the sun could keep shinin
The birds could keep flyin
The politicians could keep whinin’
The fools could keep grinning when sinning and prayin when slayin.
The eel heard your thoughts and thought you were lost
And he said take that rode down t
Highway Nowhere
Where the rich are bare and the poor always stare
And talk amoungst themselves about how much they’ve learned
About burned rugs and cold floors and broken draws that have
Poems Written underneath them.
So you walked down the road
And began to imagine what highway nowhere was like
When you saw a man in the distance walkin for existence
In the midst of a fog
The man was still far but you knew he was there
And you remember the lare and how you got scared and strayed away
From the park where you wished you went.
So you start to hum to the tale of a bum
Who was the richest man in the world.
And the world was a tie tied round a die
In the middle of a puddle
And the puddle came from a crack
In the ground
Where all the mystery was put to rest
And there was no such thing as a test.
The last thing you expected to see
Was a white hand on the count of three
You wanted to flee
But you couldn’t.
The hand grabbed your hair and yanked your head
Like it was a full of led
Like you were never supposed to forget what was said
And a voice whispered in your ear
“I am the genius and I’m changin my name”
(End Pause)
As I look away from the blue sky
My lover turns to me and says
“What are you thinking about?”
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!...Hey My NEW SONG IS ON MY SITE NOW!!! Stop in and check it out ,hit me back with a comment.. If you want to know first where my next shows will be , watch new videos and hang out with other fans. Then join the Jeffrey Allen Edwards Fan Club Go to or click on the link below and I will see you there soon. This is all very new to me and I look forward to any and all things that bring me closer to my friends and fans.. NEW CHAT ROOM ADDED TO THE FAN CLUB .
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If you want to know first where my next shows will be , watch new videos and hang out with other fans. Then join the Jeffrey Allen Edwards Fan Club Go to or click on the link below and I will see you there soon. This is all very new to me and I look forward to any and all things that bring me closer to my friends and fans.
You had a show at Pianos and didn't tell me?! For shame I say, for shame! I just took a listen to the new songs you posted. What a mixture of different styles! You sound great Jesse! Keep on, keep'n on!
Hey Just dropping in to say hello and thanks so much for having me as a myspace friend and let you know about my next shows.I hope to see you at a show soon. Jun 5 6:P The Vine Coffeehouse (Acoustic Show) MB Jun 12 9:P Private Party Benefit in Lugoff South Carolina Jun 13 8:P HOUSE OF BLUES /w COLT FORD MBeach SC Jun 14 8:P TBA-Carolina Entertainment Complex Marion Jun 27 8:P Conway Chamber Of Commerce Around The Fourth Jul 3 9:P Beach Wagon Myrtle Beach, South Carolina Jul 4 9:P Beach Wagon Myrtle Beach, South Carolina Jul 17 8:P Now Booking This Date Call 843-450-0171 Jul 18 8:P Now Booking This Date Call 843-450-0171 Jul 25 8:P KOA KOUNTRY KAMPER ROUND-UP MB SC Aug1 9:P TBA Lugoff/Camden South Carolina
Hey Just dropping in to say hello and let you know about my Next Show April 25th at The Carolina Entertainment Complex in Marion SC. 1548 Hwy 501 south There will be a ton of great events fpr all ages and B-E-E-R!!!Cowgirls!!!!Cowboys!!!Horse races!!!Venders!!! Just $ 3 to get and just $5 to attend the after party with me and my band Southern Blue and Kaorake fun with Dj Ray ray. Camping available Click on Banner below for a direct link or call 843-617-3344 or 843-464-0693 Drop me a line anytime. Jeff For more info on my next show at the Carolina Entertainment Complex click link to concert venue. http://myspace.com/carolinaentertainmentcomplex
