Mixed Vice Work EP

by Jon Watts

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04:58
Jon Watts | Soul Food | Lyrics (He said he loved her. We were friends then Sharing secrets with each other like the fact that he loved her and I held that secret tight light it was mine, right but in the limelight I can see my timeline) See but now I'm looking for my value in my breath I'm impressed and I'll breath this love until my final breath is all that's left I've got two huge lungs and no plans, strong hands and I can finally say that I'm proud to be a man and I'll stand for criticism but then I'll stand up I'm not a living victim I'm a talented musician and a loving and a thoughtful friend In the end I'll deserve every word of praise that my mother gave me When I say 'peace' I mean it, when I love you can believe it When I show you I'm a human being, everyone can see it Look at me I'm a loving human being I'm so free and so are you (solitude) I can look inside and fall in love with what I'm seeing When I love me then I'll love you too It’s Soul Food So the confession I have is that I'm beautiful. And it's my duty to know it so I haven't been too dutiful. I've realized now my innate value is important and expressing it is suitable. I didn't do anything to you. It was me that I love, hate or I release (go in peace) So I encouraged it, this other people loving me. The other option looks like self-defeat (go in peace) In a way I would say that I did the right thing. I tried to tell you that I liked her, we were having a fling. I'll let me love hover above this meddlesome thing that has it's place and dying grace in devil's kingdoms. It was a miscommunication and two egos that collided. For the part I played, I gave apology. I saw that you loved her. I loved her too. No more self-deprecating ideologies.
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Jon Watts | Faded | Lyrics One day I got lost in my shoes. I was living with bruises, defending it with two fists. Bounce to the mountaintop. Look in the thrift shops. Find a little nice peice of linen, living sin, and for your pen top, send it in a tin top. Listen: when offense is given, that's a thin slice of living like a gentleman. Be a gentle woman. Women sending signals mixed within any silly, simple little sentences. Symptoms include: a total lack of food And in a bad mood, in a sad back room the synapses conclude that the fad ends soon and the mad little savages that battle rapped with their mavericky battle axes entrapped within another massive fashion magazine's blasephemous tactics said: "it's just a little harrasment." We're great. Your sedatives can keep us sedate. And while same sex marriage stays state to state We're going local. Pick up the mic and throw vocals in your phonebook. Send it to folks that you know. look, we're related. Some thumbsucker's belated little saint thinks the same shit is sane so we traded. Save a bit of peace as an interesting treat for when you're jaded. Fame came late and now it's faded. I'm playing with my own identity. Listening in can be free, see Everyone is blind. Finding their sight from behind, right Mind the light. And assign my problems so someone can solve them Look and how my hands can't stop these goblins a long bomb's falling from the bogs of Conchord where our fathers got lost in the fog. Our forefathers got lost in Boston. It's the fault of Lord Baltimore and it's all the more solemn for the following of psalms. Some sons and daughters of the hypocrites, which, to the benefit of many, found themselves giving in to sentimental money. We're great. Your sedatives can keep us sedate. And while same sex marriage stays state to state We're going local. Pick up the mic and throw vocals in your phonebook. Send it to folks that you know. look, we're related. Some thumbsucker's belated little saint thinks the same shit is sane so we traded. Save a bit of peace as an interesting treat for when you're jaded. Fame came late and now it's faded.
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03:24
Jon Watts | Two Words | Lyrics I'm like friendship because I'm half dead. I'm like a drop of food coloring. We're all seeing red. Now I'm asleep, but I've got the guts to admit it. I know what fulling living is, and I'm partially existing. Now I'm alone. I'm just alone. Even if you do call me, I won't pick up my phone. My living situation's looking pretty bare bones. I spend my time considering the validity of my old poems. Don't look at me, just look away. You could ask me all your questions but I won't find much to say. I'm not old. this is my birth day. My story's not been told because I started it today. Listen to lies and then speak the truth. You don't need to be a freedom fighter just to have proof that the truth is beautiful just the way it is. I live in condescension of these fibs. -or- I've got a living contradiction in my ribs. This is called my summer. Also, "things fall apart." It doesn't need an introduction or a lead guitar. I could feel it in my body like you might feel your heart and it's beating. If I could say two words that would live forever. It's: authenticity (and then I'd think of something clever) I've been having trouble speaking lately listen to my voice. Luckily, we all have a choice. Listen to lies and then speak the truth. You don't need to be a freedom fighter just to have proof that the truth is beautiful just the way it is. I live in condescension of these fibs. -or- I've got a living contradiction in my ribs. We are lovers of the Truth. And that gives us courage because we know We'll find a way to love you. Some of us are young. Others, alcoholics. And we all know it matters what you call it. Listen, I'm not feeling afraid. I'm not afraid of clarity. If anything I'm grateful when it comes. But I haven't felt too clear, and so I'm waiting with sincerity. Illumination rises with the sun.
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Jon Watts | Grab a Pen | Lyrics This is an interfaith dialogue. It's intergenerational. This is on the internet. It's personal, sensational. This is individual, and group consciousness. It's emotional and logical abstract common sense. This is solidness. it's tangible, it's something you can touch. If you're capable of loving you can't love too much ...and if you're broken, this can heal you or help you heal yourself This is spoken word and song and it's only here to help. This is art and it's important Support it It's not enough that you enjoy it I'm asking you to join it So if you're listening then grab a pen, write a letter to yourself or to someone else join the conversation. write a song or a poem learn to let go It's not the end of the world Someone else can feel it too I'm a human being just like you And I'm honest in this forum this formula's enduring all the time and the attention it's afforded And it's only getting better as I relax and sit back let my muse do the talking while my brain writes the raps You should try it it's been worth every boulder that I've shouldered just to get to be an artist for another sacred moment like playing a show out in the rain if no one came except for Spirit and my love for life then that's audience enough Money is another story but that story's kind of boring Just pay for this CD and then no one has to worry This is art and it's important Support it It's not enough that you enjoy it I'm asking you to join it So if you're listening then grab a pen, write a letter to yourself or to someone else join the conversation. write a song or a poem learn to let go this is art and it's only here to help you get settled and express a little better what you felt, a love letter to yourself or your sadness or whatever you've embedded in your psyche, your community, your health. this is to your health.
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Jon Watts | Ghostjon pt.2 | Lyrics I can't tell you all of the things you don't see if your eyes are open they're unfocused and if I had a little magic left I could love you out of this mess hocus pocus But I've been empty I haven't had any love for you the most I could do is keep breathing this is so painful if we can't sit at the same table then I won't know what poison you've been eating But I'm not playing it these awful guessing games have me trying to name the un-nameable and now you're running away and I've stopped running at all so I'll just sit and face fate and that's a face full. I don't know how to tell you anything at all I don't know if it would help if I was asked so now I'm sitting, hand to chin waiting for next fall maybe that's when the past will have passed I've absorbed quite a bit of nothingness and that could mean anything but at least now I see nothing clearly I say to friends, no, she hasn't said anything maybe she doesn't want to be near me this is the ghost jon speaking I never thought you'd kill me too I guess it's redundant to say now that I loved you and that I trusted you and that my hurt and my anger are because you didn't choose to follow through so when I come to your place and try to say goodbye and you don't show your face you just hide why should I believe that you're alright? I don't believe that. And so I'm hurt right now and you've bound up my lips with a fear of action, loss, fear of thoughtlessness I was too trusting I didn't trust enough and now I fall over apologies and such son of a crutch now you play me like a xylophone that won't shut up but I've been silent for eight months I'm listening to nothing trying to make sense of something so nonsensical a cynic wouldn't sense that it was coming and start running so now we've died no one can identify the killer I think i know the murder weapon but I'll leave that for September and I'll remember you I'll send this simple gift of truth to my future self remind him that you put me through hell I love you and I miss you but you're not worth hell.

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Emerging from the protective bubble of Pendle Hill and into the world contained all of the pain of a death. Three jobs and four cities after "The Art of Fully Being", Jon is once again sitting down with his pen and inviting his muse to speak.

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released June 25, 2009

Written and produced by Jon Watts

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Founder of the QuakerSpeak YouTube channel. But in my spare time, I'm a songwriter and producer in Philadelphia.

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