One last song from me and the jm band.
one last song
I have been well aware, throughout my career, how rare it is for a musician to have such a genuine connection with the people who support them. The reaction to the final JM shows have certainly crystalized those realizations. There is little I could do to express my gratitude for this, but if anything, this is a small token. Late one night in Santa Monica I played my friend and long time producer, Jim Wirt, a demo of a song I wrote a few years back. No session was scheduled, but after a couple beers and some laughs we pulled out some microphones and cut it. The next day Jay and Bobby came through and did what they do best; selflessly and skillfully served the song. We weren't making an album, and like the early days there was no label in place to release it. Just friends in a space playing music. I hope you enjoy it.
Wrecking Ball Heart
Paper chain is dwindling
We don't talk much anymore
Everything's forgiven
Fingertips at rest once more
You had your suspicion
I never gave you true romance
In light of your ambition
You stock pile ammunition
Though you never had a fighting chance
Just like an intruder now
You come and leave so quietly
You barely crack the door
Am I just confused
Or did our hearts that beat so wild and free
Forget who they beat for?
Red light just stopped blinking
Tied down but my hands are free
Some nights I still think of you
My digital calamity
Oh you were never real to me
Just like an intruder now
You come and leave so quietly
You barely cracked the door
Am I just confused
Or did our hearts that beat so wild and free
Forget who they beat for?
Ours is a mad mad heartache
And mine is a wrecking ball heart
Ours is a mad mad heartache
And mine is a wrecking ball heart
Oh I
I can't be stopped
Sometimes the wrecking ball drops
I tear this house down to build it back up
Ours is a mad mad heartache
And mine is a wrecking ball heart
Ours is a mad mad heartache
And mine is a wrecking ball heart
Just a wrecking ball heart
Just like an intruder
You come and leave so quietly
You barely cracked the door
Am I just confused
Or did our hearts that beat so wild and free
Forget who they beat for?