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GlassJaw: A Reawakening

I have hit some GlassJaw gold on the interwebs by finding Daryl’s personal explanation to some of the songs. So, I will present you with him quoting what inspired him to write the song that I will be posting tomorrow on my blog. I think I’ll start doing this from now on, or at least until I run out of quotes. Which may be before my GlassJaw arsenal has been exhausted. Anyway, here it is. I am giggling as we speak mulling over it all.

Daryl Palumbo-

“That deals with a girl who I had been with and had been my best friend for a couple years, but it got to a point where she moved away to college and had grown out of me as a phase in her life. I didn’t appreciate being treated like a phase that was to be progressed through. So she decided that drinking and becoming a frat girl was more important to her than me. She decided that I was a lifestyle and that she had grown past me. I wasn’t too into that and that’s pretty much what it’s about. I don’t drink myself so, to be beaten out by a fuckin’ bottle wasn’t too hip by my standards.”

This song always brings me to the very brink of bawling my eyes out at the end. It’s just the way he sings it. It shows the writer’s vulnerability: Daryl Palumbo, in this case. It’s been known/believed (I never could ask personally) that he was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease after years of touring with GlassJaw. And if anyone knows how that goes, it is a pretty terrible way to live life until you get it under control with medication and regular doctor visits. It’s been rumored that he was forced to wear a diaper during some of his shows just in case any discharge occurred. Which in-turn, forced them to tour less frequently and now it seems like they only do a few shows per year. But their followers have never lost faith. I still thank him for giving us his music.We all are dedicated to what he has provided us. Instead of holding it inside forever.

Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence BY: GlassJaw

That burning feeling.
Red liquids.
Clear liquids.
Blessed are the sick.
Children shiver in the river.
Where is our god now?
Does he watch over all in El Segundo?
He don’t lie when he say,
Under!

I’m wasting away.
I find time to pine.
When pining away my time.
Within sin.
With no redemption.
We will find our souls
and the shells they’re kept in
all wasted away.

Blessed are the sick in me.
The prey, the thrill, the chill and we
are martyrs that crumble on time.
Predestination.
We’ll stop upon dimes.
And he’s constructed us all in El Segundo,
as the shivering children pray.

Demons in
Demons out.
Cry for dawn.
Gratis.
bored.
I’m the matador of the children’s ward.
Beggars wed choosers.
Red sheets.
Bed sheets.
Boozers.
I’m the head fan.
Blessed be my bed pan.

It’s a cold, having just been mugged feeling.

In the sun
I’ve got this for you
It’s under my finger nails.
I brought this for you.
It’s typically Sunday.

I’m digging a hole.
I’ll shut out the world.
This is what it’s like to be alone,
This is what it’s like to be alone…

This song had a fun and special meaning to me. It was fun because my buddy Ryan AKA RyRy, loved the song when I played it for him and asked what the name was. I said it is RyRy’s song; and he shouts “Oh shit! That’s funny ’cause my cousins call me RyRy. And that was fucking good dude. ” And special I guess because it “transcends all physical limits” as Murs may say. Enjoy!

Yeah, 1, 2,
2, 1, fight, choke

There’s a woman sitting in a motel room
counting minutes and she’s
adding to her list of one hour loves.
She’s tired and the new addition will do
She’ll replace the body,
his friends are good for bang-bang

An amiable hobby,
she’s got a secret.
Just keep it and sleep with.

And he can’t believe a thing you’ve said.
We’re going nowhere
and fair is fair.
And he can’t believe a damn thing you said.
We’re going nowhere,
and fair is fair.
The way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear that
we’re not gonna’ take it under.
The way you play with lives is
such a big disguise
we swear
we’re not running naked.

There’s a man who’s sitting in a motel
waiting for a hooker that he never applied for
is it even her?
and he can’t believe a damn thing you’ve said.
We’re going nowhere
and fair is fair.

fight, choke!

The way you play with lives is such a big disguise
we swear that we’re not gonna’ take it no more.
The way you fucked his life
is such a big disguise
we swear
we’re not running naked.

Just when it’s perfect
it’s finite, he calls it
you said it’s over,
it’s over so long.
Just when it’s perfect
it’s finite he calls it.
You said it’s over
It’s over, so long.

The way you play with lives is such a big disguise
we swear that we’re not gonna’ take it no more.
The way you fucked his life
is such a big disguise
we swear
we’re not running naked.

He would stay forever
just to say he saw you leave.
And maybe things wouldn’t be this way.
he would stay forever.
Just to say he saw you on your knees.

I burn the lamp
WHen I burn when I do I do
Everything I do for you.
But he hates you, hates you
And I guess it’s nothing new for you…

Another slow one for you guys today. Also, it is a lot easier for me to extract the lyrics from this one. Still waiting on GlassJaw to potentially supply with their stash… Who knows.

Put the needle to the record and
hit me with your style.
Soon enough I’ll, learn to unload my mouth.
Can you say it’s getting blacker,
the vibe up in this place;
when I displaced what made turn my face.
I can’t wait.

I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball
Atom bomb.

It was quiet I’ll tell you that girl
When the last thing I do has a
Swine slewn down martyr avenue.
Am I driftwood or Hosana?
A knee-deep in disease.
I’m the body.
Laid a “9” on my sleeve.
I’m a bitch, girl.
I’m a bitch.

I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball.
Killed a shark.

I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.

Denial is a river in Egypt.
Division is a reunion in the South.
Soon enough I’ll learn to…
Denial is a river in Egypt.
Allusive as the communion in my mouth.
Soon enough I’ll learn to.

I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.

Tell the one about the man who dug a
hole so deep
He lost sight of his word…

This was not just some rhetoric to try and get through to them; I meant every word. And I hope they receive it in kind and are at least willing to contact me to explain why they might not be able to do so or to get my e-mail address so they can obliterate my mind with all of the missing words through out their songs that the human ear just can’t distinguish. Those layered lines that leave me wanting more. And this is the first time I’ve even tried sending them any type of communication because I always thought it’d be useless considering their potential incoming volume they have to deal with. But I did it anyway. Because they do that to me: Make me want more.

My Letter To GlassJaw:

I have an honest request. I am a dedicated follower of all things GlassJaw, however, I continue to be flubbed on the internet when trying to find the lyrics to all of your songs. You see, I run my own blog and I have been introducing my followers to one GlassJaw song per day in an attempt to show others the music that has helped me through the roughest parts of my life. So far, I have been able to dictate the lyrics while listening to the songs, but I know for a fact I have missed some words, or phrases here and there. So please, from an honest fan, is it possible to send the original lyrics to me?

The online lyric websites are a travesty to your bands name and I intend to eradicate the false representations of your music. Please, if you can help, I would be forever grateful. You are why I continue to walk this earth. Without GlassJaw, I may have let myself go long before.

Best regards

-Chris 

Here I have my favorite song from the group, probably because it has the most meaning for me. I’ve been cheated on before, though not in such a dramatized fashion. Alas, it bittersweet when you catch them in the act. And is something you may never forget. Enjoy…

Ape Dos Mil: GlassJaw

Yeah it’s over you can bet in mid-October I will still be ranting ‘bout most early may. Yeah he’s a winner, he’s a goddamn sinner while he dines I’m on the wrong side of the day and I say “I don’t understand why I’m fumbling after. You’re the reason I cannot forget this season or the letter when you first referred to it. And I said…

It’s all calypso, but it’s not easy you know. You walk around with your shoulders down, it’s not easy to know. Yeah it’s over you can bet when mid-October ends I will still be ranting ‘bout most early May. See yeah he’s a winner he’s a goddamn sinner while he dines I’m on the wrong side of the day and I said “I don’t understand why I am fumbling after. Yeah you’re the reason I cannot forget this season or the lesson how an ape shall not kill ape. And I said…

It’s all calypso but it’s not easy you know. You walk around with your shoulders down frowning it’s not easy to know. It’s just the tango, but it’s not easy you show. I walk around with my horns out now but it’s not easy to know.
I, I, I, I am going under. I’m going under. I’m going under. I’m going under…

You can’t trust a man who’s your governor; ape can’t trust man. You can’t trust a man who has got it all, ape can’t trust man. You can’t trust man.

It’s all calypso, but it’s not easy, you know. You walk around with your shoulders down frownin’ it’s not easy, you know. It’s just the tango, but it’s not easy you show. I walk around with my horns out now but it’s not easy to show.
How could you win if you don’t ease back the blame? Knowing you’re right, won’t you win?

Okay ladies and gentlemen, I think I may have found the song that’ll reach out to the masses! This is one of their slowest songs.

Just take the time to really listen to the lyrics and really pay attention to the singers tone of voice because unlike many other artists in this day and age, Daryl Palumbo does an excellent job at making you feel his pain or his happiness in his songs. Just give ’em a shot if you haven’t already. And as per the new norm’ here are the lyrics as well 🙂

The Number No Good Things Can Come of By GlassJaw:

Let me interject about this little peace we have. And all the months passed drag ’em through the mud, drag ’em through the mud, drag ’em down.

It helps me, comment on virginity. Hear me find the price of humility. As a matter of fact you owe me some. As a matter of fact you owe me; your biggest fan.

And I guess and I guess and I confess I, sometimes think I am God… Or do I exist just to work for you?

It helps me comment on virginity. Hear me find the price of humility. As a matter of fact you owe me some. As a matter of fact you owe me.

Cancer is the proof; we will be going nowhere soon. You’re the reason why, I’m always asking of you twice. Cancer is the proof; we will be going nowhere soon. You’re the reason why, they’re always doubting of us twice.

So, I only got one “like” from my last GlassJaw installment and although I am ecstatic that she enjoyed the song, I feel that not many people gave them a solid chance. So I give you another song to try and sway the vote. This one is a fast-paced, love-hate song about the singer’s Ex-GF. Or so it is to be assumed. I’ll post the lyrics as well so if you don’t want to listen, you can at least read 🙂

Who you fucking now?
I use my slit wrist
to sign my name with
And when you can’t compete with the Joneses
You cut ’em all down (even the father)
You fucking whore!
Shut up and swallow my pride for me, go.
Move closer and drive further.
So why don’t you suck on the end of this dick that comes lead
But first I’m coming after you all!!!

It’s ladies night at the bar
And she smokes a man’s cigar
I guess she’s dying,
Oh well. Pfft.
I don’t give a fuck about your dignity
That’s the bastard in me.

I know a girl who sells herself around
And I’m sure that one day
She’ll sign autographs in your town.

You fucking whore, who you fucking now?
You fucking…

Shut up and swallow my pride and go;
move closer or drive further
For as you suck on the end of this dick that comes lead
I’ll be coming for you all!!!

Looking back into my diary
What makes me say those things?
What causes my laughter
At another’s disaster
It’s the bastard in me

I know a girl
Who sells herself around
And I’m sure that one day
She’ll sign autographs in your town.

Who you fucking now, you fucking live in shit.
You mean shit to me you mean shit.
You eat shit, you fucking whore!

I strain myself I guess I guess
I fucked myself I guess I guess
I strain myself I guess
I mean it you fucking whore!

You live in shit
and you will eat your own way
Everynight.

I’m too fly and shy
Too fly and I, like no other guy
Too fly and shy just for you
I’m too fly and shy, I’m like no other guy
I’m too fly and shy just for you
I’ll mark you all!!!