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Arts & Crafts EP

by Jahn Sood

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Arts and Crafts in Mourning by Jahn Sood I’ve built an island in my attic For a hundred years. And late at night it breaks the static When the radio’s in tears. The smell of plaster, dusty lights and Paint pour through the air. There’s a newspaper on my nightstand, A wet towel on my chair, I know something nobody else knows I go places nobody else goes. I built mountains out of rocks and paper, Filled all the oceans in with glue. And so the island let me shape her, Until all I dreamed was true. Then the settlers’ came with axe and hoe, Felled all my plastic trees. But I held a flashlight in the sky so I could see what no one sees. I know something nobody else knows I go places nobody else goes. She said, “At the end of my life When I go, I want you near me.” I said, “Squeeze my hand One more time So I know if you can hear me.” When I’ve grown tired and my eyes Have swollen, sunken deep, I turn out the flashlight; with great sighs, The island people sleep. I go back to my bedroom, and I Roll the covers down And dream about my island queen Pretend she’s only gone to town.
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St. Valentine’s Feast Jahn Sood 12/8/10 On the day of St. Valentine’s feast There were lilacs pinned to the doors. And the soldiers came back from the east. And we washed our swords by the shore. The board was set, The beast was slain, And I looked for my love at the table. Isabel, I’ve caught your spell. You’re my favorite fable. So I climbed to the top of the mountain, To the place where we used to play. I ran through the woods to the fountain, But it was ivy grown over decay. So with a swollen chest, And a fallen crest, I went back to feast where I came from. Isabel, I loved thee well, But there’s an empty seat in the kingdom. I watched a hundred brothers die. Their blood is on my hands, But through war and peace and other lies, I’m a stranger in these lands, with out you, Isabel. On the day of St. Valentine’s feast, Some come for the barley wine, Others come for the roast beast. But some come to know the divine. She’s my Holy Ghost, My heavenly host. I remember when she was mine. Isabel, I loved thee well. Please come give me a sign.
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To Rebekah, Before the Flood by Jahn Sood I loved you when I set sail, Rebekah. I loved you through wind and hail, Rebekah. And now I’ve come back home. Now I’ve come back home. And I can’t find the words to tell you I can’t find the words. You’re in my breath and in your death You’ll ring above these chords. When the heavens start to pour, Rebekah. And the trees fall off the shore, Rebekah. Please climb up on the hill. Don’t stay to watch the spill. I wish I’d come before you let go. I wish I’d come before. You’re in my blood and in this flood, Our love can be restored. Even if it’s for the End of our lives I made it just in time to watch your Face disappear beneath the waves I’ll appear to be so brave But I fear I cannot save you. When the windows finally break, Rebekah. And the walls all start to shake, Rebekah. You’ll know this song is done. There’s no place we can run. Everything we built together Everything we built. Or our teddy bears, our kitchen chairs Our cottage on the hill Will be gone forever, Rebekah, goodbye.
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Brooklyn Lovesick Jahn Sood 10/13/10 Across the river I'm Conrad's Kurtz I keep secrets until it hurts. Lost in a jungle of Brooklyn bricks. Surrounded by kids with the same old tricks. Converse All Stars, yellow tights, Their beating drums keep me up all night. I only killed one and they all bowed down. It was easy for me to take the crown. Please don't tell my intended. In Brooklyn, I'm Captain Ahab. I throw harpoons from in a cab To kill the beast that came and ate My stable ground and steady gait. But even blood will not return My severed limb, my vital burn. In Brooklyn I seek revenge alone. I wish she'd call me on the phone. This was never what I intended. I am Greenpoint's Odysseus Lost on a crosstown Brooklyn bus. Been headed home since the Trojan War. But Ithaca's not what it was before. Not after I've heard the sirens' call, Seen Circe's cave and the Cyclops' fall. Brooklyn's poetry; Brooklyn's death. When songs of home run out of breath, My secret world will have ended. She said, "I can't go to New York, baby. Go chase your legends, then come back Maybe I'll be home." I went alone. When I wrote the Inferno in a coffee bar I thought maybe I'd gone too far, But the Italian Roast and Beatrice Said, "You can go down deeper than this, You and your heroes read too many books. Don't give up on love for those dreamers and crooks. Virgil made it back from the center of Hell. Brooklyn's just part of your story to tell. Your life is not upended. She said, "You've got to stay in New York, baby. Go chase your legends, then come back Maybe she'll be home." So, I went alone.
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Airplane 01:51
Airplane Jahn Sood 10/19/10 You wanted to build an airplane So you called me on the phone You said, “Bring the propeller, I can’t do it alone.” And it was two in the morning, Didn’t give me that much warning, But you made me want to Fly to the unknown. So I went to your doorstep With a propeller on my chest To make grilled cheese sandwiches And watch North by Northwest again, You said that I could fall asleep But you were really in too deep You saw my eyes and Said, “I’ll do the rest.” “Leave the propeller at the door, You won’t need it anymore.” You built a fort to climb inside You offered me a place to hide. “Imagine it’s a castle, we’re at war.” When I woke up that morning Head to toe in desert sand. I could see from all broken parts. You’d never learned to land. But I don’t think you care that much You never really need a crutch I think it happened just the way you planned.
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The Night Was Not For Me By Jahn Sood 1/16/11 When I was maybe six or seven I went to bed before eleven But back then I didn't want to stay Away. But the night was not for me. I knew my folks were still up talking Lay awake rocking and rocking I could not push the day Away. The night was not for me. I shoved the covers off of my bed Planned it out inside of my head I had to see the show I know, The night was not for me. I saw them at the kitchen table Behind the staircase I was able To watch them while they play Away, The night that's not for me. At first it looked like they were talking And Dad said, "Well, it isn't shocking," And Mom said, "J. I tried," Then they cried, And the night was not for me. I put my head around the corner I thought that maybe I could warn her I was really far too young to say Run away And the night was not for me. Now I've been through my own break ups My own whispers, my own shake ups But I won't for get the yellow glow My first show Of the night that's not for me.

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released April 26, 2012

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Jahn Sood is a songwriter, impresario and colored-pencil wielder who lives and works in Brooklyn, NY.

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