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...Children
03:17
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wake me up
from the soundest sleep
with strength enough
to stand and sing
my heart is breaking
to hear the truth
and we are missing
6000 children
and we know why
yet they dare not say
why some men think
it's an even trade
my heart is breaking
to hear the truth
and they are missing
6000 children
an eye for an eye
and an eye for that eye
'cause that man thought
you just weren't right
an eye for an eye
and the blind fight the blind
enraging youth
caught in the fire
my heart is breaking to hear the truth
and we are missing too many children
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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2. |
Daydream
03:31
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carry me up to be received
we're drinking
coffee at 10am
newspaper deaths
thirty years, one day
a folk singer says i ain't scared
and tears fall as i daydream
of martin luther king fulfilled
(can you feel...?)
carry me up to receive
'cos despair as fate is nonsense to me
sun warms us through our windows
but my friend and i must go outside
with knowledge from these conversations
we must act at least in song
can you feel?
you're not alone!
can you feel?
carry me up to believe
that words of peace stir collective souls
that we'll be moved by nonviolent hands
that my passion's not nostalgic
and tears rise as i daydream
and i begin to smile
can you feel?
you're not alone!
can you feel
you're not alone!
can you feel...
can you feel...
you're not alone!
you're not alone!
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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3. |
Sweat
03:36
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she dances on a warm summer day
brown curly hair falling down her light brown skin
spinning
swaying
to and fro
rock and soul moving her
like the breeze
whispering through the wide open windows
of her hidden suburban bungalow
i feel the moist dew of summer sweat
the kind that comes out of every pore equally
not that nervous stuff
that comes out under your arms
out on your forehead
and if you're really unlucky...
in the crack of your ass
no, i'm talking about that moist even feeling
the kind that lubricates your body
make you feel like you'd like to rub up against another
similarly lubricated being
naked and warm
and you'd like to merge
celebration of the body
of the physical
of the thoughts that come behind these visceral reactions
makes me want to testify
drop all that male stiffness
and confess to my stevie wonder jams
yes, i dance alone
stevie's kick and keyboard bass
pumping subwoofers deep within me
my arms circling in the air
like ribbons descending from heaven
my neck turns
my hips rock loosely
and my smile expands like a lung
in this meditative
breathing
.......i open one eye
catch myself in the mirror
this body can behave quite freely!
but it's ok
i just drop my head back down and I dance
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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4. |
Chosen Few
03:51
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i wish we were old and had two kids
closing up the house for a weekend in the mountains
packed a few beers and the didgeridoo
thing one, thing two like the tickle on their lips
remember the weddings at 21?
we don't talk to them much anymore, do we?
cause we got california golden deals
but they didn't feel right so we forced our options open.
and you stood by the door in my t-shirt,
jacket in your hand
the chosen few slip through!
the fright of trees held up by sticks
cement lagoons, and late nights in the jacuzzi
today we meet in a tougher place
our dreams combat co-opted optimism
drawing D for divorce over yearbook faces
and an H in the margin where it seems to have worked
and a blank is like our question mark
though you saw Kyle and you said he was not like us
and you stood by the door in my t-shirt,
jacket in your hand
damn, you looked good!
i kiss you and you leave again
my t-shirts always come back clean
i wish we were old and had two kids
but we're way too young, way too young, way too young...
and you stood by the door in my t-shirt,
jacket in your hand
somehow we slipped through.
the chosen few
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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5. |
Lovesjoy
03:00
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slept well last night
dreaming of a change
little room in the south of france
sharing with a friend
we go out at night
guitar and bottle
sing to passers by
sometime we focus on a special girl
who inspires this young man's eyes
i love my life
i'm free, man
can't win if you don't try
love and joy's mine
she said her name was katarine, sao paulo, brazil
she said meet me on the beach at eight
i prepared my guitar and will
the full moon filled the sky that night
she sang a classic song
"'sh boom, sh boom,'"
she said, "i'm promised to another,
but i really feel your songs"
it was a cold splash of water
i woke up with a smile still high from the jazz
she said, i can't see you for a while
i said "that's ok,
i felt the sweet, sweet music at the culver city hotel
"'sh boom, sh boom,'"
i thought i'd found a new lover
but i'm happy just as well!
magic nights, unfamiliar sight
harvest moon, my heart delights
listening to music with you!
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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6. |
Superficial...Seriously
03:37
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i think of you in times like these and i wonder
who is it for
is it me or is it you
am i lonely
or just accustomed to your tears
as years go by
nothing's really changed
you're there in everything i do
caught up in the romance
but i have to face the truth that
you were just a superficial step across the line
towards a path that's not for me
but seriously
you're like a long bath, when i only need a shower
you're like a sweet love song
that plays three times an hour
you're like a warm bed
when i want coffee to keep me up all night
which is just to say
nothing's really changed
you're there in everything i do
caught up in the romance
but i have to face the truth that
you were just a superficial step across the line
towards a path that's not for me
but seriously
late november i think of planes to cold suburban towns
in the summer i think of tropics and long hikes
down to hidden coves
where it's too dangerous to bring my guitar
nothing's really changed
you're there in everything i do
caught up in the romance
but i have to face the truth that
you were just a superficial step across the line
towards a path that's not for me
but seriously
yeah
you would include me in everything you'd do
tell me
was that for me
or was that for you
so you wouldn't be alone
i wanted to stay home
and here i am
nothing's really changed
you're there in everything i do
caught up in the romance
but i have to face the truth
i tell myself you were just a superficial step across the line
and you're not for me
not for me
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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7. |
Long Enough
03:58
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has it been long enough? (4x)
has it been long enough for you to know i don't like it when you tell me i'm cute?
has it been long enough for you to know that i might feel just like you?
if i told all my friends that i was going to take you home to take advantage of you?
and i told them i would fill you up with booze so you'd do exactly what i want you to do.
has it been long enough for you to know that it creeps me when your eyes drink my legs?
has it been long enough for you to know i'm not third person when i hear every word you've said?
yes, my hair is mine!
exotic? i'm from Irvine.
i play guitar and i'm a singer, too.
but i don't need to be famous.
my energy's caffeinated
but it's not to put on a show for you.
has it been long enough for you to know that i'm a man, a boy, a person who likes sex?
has it been long enough for you to know that the "act" is less important than all the rest?
has it been long enough?
i'm a man, a boy
i'm a man and you're a woman
don't see no madonna,
don't see no whore.
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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8. |
Na Na Na
04:40
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i want that scent on my finger
i want that taste on my tongue
i want you to fall asleep and gently
cut circulation to my arm
i want to hold you through the night
i want to sneak away at dawn
grab my pen in morning light
and write myself a song
it's an appealing situation
caught up in infatuation
i've got nothing but sweet dreams for you
and i hope someday that they'll be true
i used to be so fearful
i used to feel the need
to portray myself as invulnerable
but really i'm just sweet
and i can think of nothing sweeter
than to start my kisses on your arm
and dance to sexy music
past midnight friday morning
then maybe you'll got to work at an office
and I'll write songs all day
and I'll call you up at noon
with nothing much to say
but that's ok 'cause I'll hear your voice
and we'll make plans to meet over at the school
the pre-show talk starts at 7:30
and I'll pack my bag with food
then high on jazz and filled with the spirit of the One
we'll go sit by a fountain and I'll sing you this song:
it goes...
na na na, na na na na na...
oh but right now it's just me and me and me
and i've got to say, unfortunately, you are just a dream
so if you see a happy man singing all alone
pause, think, and say "hello" and maybe he'll take you home
maybe you'll inspire me and love will find a way
to bring to this society magnificent peace today
if we can only love each other all the world will see
we're exactly who we're meant to be
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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9. |
Bliss
03:38
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i want to talk
i want to communicate the way we did the night
you looked at me
and said it was over
i took time i never could find before
i broke the pattern of beg and push
just before you pushed me away
i gave love to you like a diminished man falls to the root
like the sun burns through the clouds in the month of may
like a reverend transcends intellect to bliss
heart held you up
i fell into rote action
expectations, expectations
strained, we met in between
to give is divine
receiving troubles me
i'm guilty as sin
i give too much thought to the graces in my gaze
yes and i gave love to you like a diminished man falls to the root
like the sun burns through the clouds in the month of may
like a reverend transcends intellect to bliss
i sweat as i sleep
and it re-ignites your scent
it's truly beyond my control
discipline's never been my strength
we manically suppressed it
we'd kill, then confront
then freely give to the wind
what we dare not display
i gave love to you
now you know the truth
my life would be incomplete if not for you
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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10. |
Celebration
04:15
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dreamt my punk rock heroes
john doe and joe strummer
were grooving to mingus, ellington, and coltrane
got my mother and my father reunited with no trippin'
my sister and my cousin shorn of love's confusion
got my miscege nation in an african church
john paul banging on the tambourine
praising the sensual,
slim short fat tall
shout 'yeah!'
for a witness to the god in us all
it's a celebration!
a soul down celebration!
been walkin' 'round, my friend
ponderin' on what's been said
about what we think surrounds us
and the words on my bed
yeah, and i've been reading
and i've been thinking way too much
and i hope that you are seeing me as flesh and blood
this afternoon you held me
and i questioned a simple kiss
in my mind we've been making love
have you considered this...?
a celebration!
a soul down celebration!
(sing!) na nanana na na na na na na
na na na na!
it's a celebration!
what makes a man lucky?
a few dollars in his pockets
elegance? women?
a time or newsweek cover?
well the gift of desire
to inspire men to love
can make you feel so lucky
when you've reached one!
joe strummer fell
well, y'know, you can't save 'em all!
the pope's still banging on his tambourine
and a stranger's eyes...
a stranger's eye calls for celebration!
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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11. |
Simple and Known
02:04
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what i want is simple and known
everyday it gets stronger
i don't want to be alone
i want your face to greet me every morning
a kiss from you is a holy touch
you're my lover and my home
and when you rise with sleep in your eyes
i reach for you with my quietest smile
our passion stills the time
remember when i'd pause so long in vain
all the words i wanted to say
i've already sang
you knew so long how to feed my restless soul
your love would never satiate
and this will never grow old
the thoughts were shared
before words were ever spoken
lets kiss today and turn to face the future that we've dared
what i want is simple and known
everyday it gets stronger
you're my lover and my home
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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12. |
Seems Possible
03:21
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waking to the sound of trucks as they drive up my street
and she is quietly sleeping
i turn my head, anxious as a boy on friday
with just enough resolve to ask
and i turn myself around
my back cracks out a sound
and she is softly stirring
i turn myself around
her stirring becomes loud
and i believe she's waking
and she makes everything seem possible
she takes my dreams and pulls them out of my head
and when i've opened every fiber to her love
she asks me for more
i rise to give her more
in a life where repetition's way too common
it's nice to think that this may be the last time
i lay my head back on this pillow
i may never confess in coffee shops again
i turn myself around
the sun is coming out like joni's chelsea morning
and she turns herself around
hums her waking sound
and reaches for me gently
and she makes everything seem possible
she takes my dreams and pulls them out of my head
and when i've opened every fiber to her love
she asks me for more
i rise to give her more
coffee talk at 8 a.m.
recounting dreams and making plans
now i see, i understand
that i am not alone
she is not alone
Jason Luckett © Lucky Masala Head
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Jason Luckett Los Angeles, California
Jason’s performed music and read his work worldwide from the LA Library to the Glastonbury Festival. Joyfully obliterating his own comfort level, he writes, sings, and plays to break down barriers between cultures and genders with compassionate honesty. His new album is Document:Freedom:Spring (Live). ... more
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