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The Mystery
04:31
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what's the secret behind finding
one that was meant for me?
what's the mystery behind everything?
blinded by what I can't see
this sound raging in my chest isn't what ya think it is!
this sound raging in my chest
it's not a heartbeat it's a death march
where you go I don't have the strength to follow
those drugs you use have taken control of you
I thought I saw the truth
there was a glimmer then I knew
this sound rattling in my bones isn't my own
helps me feel not so damned alone
this sound rattling in my bones feels like home
go tell my one my true I am coming, for you
(written: 11.25.2013)
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Man Created Philosophy
03:53
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never have I been in this plight
not today and not tonight
if I choose to fight then surely I'll die
if I never fight, I’ll never die
instinct to live, what a coward am I!
never have I been in this condition
not before, nor ever again
if I choose to love then I will lose
if I never love, I’ll never lose
self-preservation is a lame excuse
never have I been in this disposition
ever before nor ever again
if I choose to breathe, then I’ll hope
if I never hope, I’ll never breathe
man created philosophy
don't give up your real name
(written: October 13th, 2009)
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3. |
Grief, Wash O'er Me
03:18
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Waves of sadness, waves of grief
Wash o'er me, I can hardly speak
Only you don't believe a word I say
Agree t' go our separate ways
Don't hide your face from me!
Don't erase my name from history!
Horrible truths n' wicked lies
Sensed that look in your eyes
Then came the words we despise
Inevitably say good-bye
Don't hide your face from me!
I beg you please not to leave!
(written: February 25th, 2012)
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Criminally
03:00
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Long gone, long gone, you were long gone
Been ten years on, life's barely even begun
King and queen's reign of tyranny are dead,
Can we simply live with it?
What you do to me is criminally reprehensible
Come down, come down off the high horse
Saddles have worn out, knees have blown out
Don't shout, don't shout
With a voice as hoarse as yours is
Didn't explain, just the gist
What you do to me is criminally reprehensible
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5. |
Clean White Sheets
05:04
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I was born clothed in clean white sheets
my poor mother wanted the best for me
n' I'm a man with sorrows deep
God rest my soul for to keep, to keep
mmm-mmm, for to keep, to keep
pain's bound to dog my steps
beauty disguises the sting
vanity's the curse I'm blessed
I hear it howl, I hear it sing
mmm-mmm, I hear it sing
I lay to rest on a broken bed
my father says best not fill my head
with big ideas n' empty dreams
nor concern myself with the finer things
mmm-mmm, with the finer things
fears I have but only one
I'll never give this world a son
to carry on my family's name
burden him with my guilt, my shame
mmm-mm, my guilt my shame
I was born clothed in clean white sheets
my dear mother set me free
n' I'm a man with blessin's deep
God rest my head for to sleep, to sleep
mmm-mmm, for to sleep, to sleep
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6. |
Big Ideas
04:36
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Bigger theys come bigger theys fall
Big ideas gotta start out small
I got a will now get outta my way!
N' I got a soapbox n’ somethin t’ say!
Them’s fightin words, them’s somethin fierce!
It's your heart, your heart I'm-a aimin' to pierce!
Come you down-trodden, you lame, you too proud
Unload yer burdens n’ lets sing aloud
“We didn’t write the story, didn’t invent the game,
we sing eternal glory, Yer eternal name!”
Bigger theys come bigger theys fall
Big ideas gotta start out small
I got a will now get outta my way!
N' I got a soapbox n’ somethin t’ say!
Them’s fightin words, them’s somethin fierce!
It's your heart, your heart I'm-a aimin' to pierce!
Come you wicked, you kind, you know who
Unload yer burdens n’ lets sing the truth
Of who You are, who You are, who You are
You're the one who was, is, and is to come
One who was, who is, and is to come
You were, you are, is and is to come
You choose the weapon I'll show you how to fall.
Big ideas gotta start out small
I ride the freight train baby, any which way you will
If you got bones in your body, I'll give 'em a chill!
Bigger they come bigger they fall.
Big ideas gotta start out small
I got a will now get outta my way!
And I got a soapbox n’ somethin' to say!
Them’s fightin' words, them’s somethin' fierce!
It's your heart, your heart I'm aimin' to pierce!
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Jon Ransom Portland, Oregon
Jon Ransom started playing guitar and writing songs at age 18, and over the course of a decade, has amassed an arsenal of songs ranging from quiet, contemplative tunes to anthemic folk rock ballads. No-frills, heart-on-your-sleeve, pure, unadulterated honest music. It's personal, intense yet fragile, and prone to bouts of incendiary cacophonies of melody and harmony. ... more
Jon Ransom recommends:
Draw This Bitter Blood
by Sama Dams
I saw this gentleman (no relation to our fine city's current mayor) play a show at a dive bar here in Portland and his intense and ethereal music captivated my senses. And this boy can sang! Dang!
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This is my friend Brian Rozendal and his folk-beast of a band Small Souls. He collaborates with a pedal steel player who so happens to be named Bryan Daste. They are a fine songwriting duo.
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When the Water's Hot
by Ezza Rose
I have so many talented friends and my girl Ezza Rose is no exception. She is a thunderous lil' force of nature. She's transformed herself from a twee ukulele strummer to full-on rock priestess.
go to albumIf you like Jon Ransom, you may also like:
Pittsburgh artist Merce Lemon makes tender and open-hearted indie pop with echoes of Frankie Cosmos.
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The Same Mistakes
by Hot Left Pole
Soft-as-a-whisper folk music, with spiderwebs of guitar and vocal melodies as comforting as a lullaby.
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Whispery indie folk from the UK, “Hard Work” cradles soft and gentle vocal melodies in a nest of acoustic guitars.
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