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'I Was Right' - Who is Jacob Davies?
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'Vivian Goes Home' - Who is Jacob Davies?
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Jacob Davies

'Vivian Goes Home' - Who is Jacob Davies?

Recorded version of 'Vivian Goes Home' as part of EP 'Who is Jacob Davies?'. 'Vivian Goes Home' can be found in poetry collection 'The Things They've Never Seen' JDVSWriter.com Words - Jacob Davies Read by - Jacob Davies Edit - Jacob Davies Music - Amber Spill & Megan Wofford Woman's Voice - Hannah Murray as Cassie Ainsworth Words 'Standing solemnly by the kitchen sink Oh god, what must his parents think? Second place stands tall, and riddled with delusional shame, With only a hat to hide away from, the agony outside the window frame. Martha petulantly cries for second place In a wretched call of desperation, a plea for some taste Of course, he runs obligingly so, Stricken by internal woe. She sits and cries with him at the bar Ripped jeans know, the game has gone too far A life unfolds, the day draws to a close, taking time to grieve, Over what could’ve been. Torn sleeves and empty dreams Line up with sly smiles, in Vivian’s head The freedom of movement in her light stepping feet, Is clouded by sheer, northern dread. As Martha comes alive, with him at the bar A sickening memory of life, can be seen enter from afar A face of vexation rears its dominant head, As the first place that haunts him, steps in instead. For you are all the landscape now, As Vivian sits alone in the rain. Her head rolls in agonising seduction As second place is made to watch, from aside… from above The cruel and sickening game Some people call love. Vivian’s head rolls freely as fragility is cast A stomach in knots, lined by vodka shots The sun rests upon sunny, apple blonde hair The living symbol, the living sign… of an afterthought. Martha waves goodbye to second place His emotions now cast away, to outer space Run-away far he does, from the fickle dancer He calls loud for Vivian, but silence is the answer. The only hand now to lay on her shoulder A gentle touch of rain The only day she was truly in control arrives Sirens patrol the plain Suicidal heartbeats, they flatline all the same As Vivian, goes home again.'
'Smiling Lovers' - Who is Jacob Davies?
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Jacob Davies

'Smiling Lovers' - Who is Jacob Davies?

Recorded version of 'Smiling Lovers' as part of EP 'Who is Jacob Davies?'. 'Smiling Lovers' is yet unpublished. JDVSWriter.com Words - Jacob Davies Read by - Jacob Davies Edit - Jacob Davies Music - Joe Wandrini Words 'Smiling lovers, are all around Sitting on park benches With cigarettes. Or with hands-clasped, half-cut Knowing what they have, is enough. Smiling lovers, are all around Watching Christmas lights Inventing quirks; shooting fireworks. Or feigning into lies, paying the bill Impending emergency pill. And who am I? But a child, still with a watchful eye On what isn’t… the many lives fate wouldn’t try And what might’ve been. Joyful lovers, on the ground Taking to sacred grass, belonging To roll and to wander, to wonder. Trying to talk, going for a pleasant walk A blessing from the stalk. Joyful lovers, lost and found (one another) Reminiscing how it was they met Indulging in perpetual, sweet dreams. Where smiling sunsets are forever drawn And death comes like a dawn. And what am I? But a man, on his way to die Unwilling to try, so sick of the lie And completely, entirely, alone. Tell me what has become of this life? You’d think I would know better Than to ask such a question But please… just pop the answer in a letter To the padded cell, that is my home address The one with the great lakes and greater shakes The padded cell, with the pretty flowers and The occasional earthquake Surely it will reach me… Tell me what has become of tonight? You’d think I would, by now, know far better Than to tempt fate But please… make the trip a little later To the padded cell, where I reside The one with the old wooden sign… ‘Here lies, happier times’ The padded cell, with the pretty flowers, leisure half-an-hours and Where the patients whisper lonely goodbyes, to the saline tune of hourly funeral chimes Surely you will reach me… Surely?'
HAVE YOU YET MET JENNY? - Every Night is November - Jacob Davies
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Jacob Davies

HAVE YOU YET MET JENNY? - Every Night is November - Jacob Davies

A reading of 'Have You Yet Met Jenny?' from Jacob Davies’ new book ‘Every Night is November’, out June 3rd and available exclusively on JDVSWriter.com. Pre-order now - www.jdvswriter.com/shop Words – Jacob Davies Music – Arden Forest & Bis Dann Edit – Jacob Davies Image – Paul Davies Words ‘There is something so very strange About people who are happy Tell me now with certainty Have you yet met Jenny? She is such wonderful company, with her expensive lipstick And sad heavy eyes, that hang like a beagle’s She’ll explain to you how Happiness is for normal people Normal people With dreams and ambitions Haircuts and wishes And wonky satellite dishes Have you yet met Jenny? And told her all about who I am Teased by my own existence and The world’s least wanted man There is no finer therapy than bad singing I am sure she is the very best there is Go! Go! Spread your wings and be free Watch sadness ripple, as bubbles fizz Have you yet met Jenny? As you said so often you would And told her about who I am The boy with the crooked back, living in the mud Last night was the worst of my life As all my worries and pains were realised By thrilling colours of moving motorways dreams, where The compressed pain of a heart is illuminated, and emphasised I heard that, just last week You had quite the encounter with Jenny It has come with pain, yet little surprise To know you never mentioned me I heard that, just last week You confessed your love to Jenny There is something so very strange About people who are happy.'
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