Monday, April 22, 2013

Also if you're feeling frisky listen to my original song "The Going On" as well!

https://soundcloud.com/jessicanicolethomas/the-going-on-originalc

Listen to my cover/original arrangement of CocoRosie's "Turn Me On"

https://soundcloud.com/jessicanicolethomas/turn-me-on

Monday, April 15, 2013

I need a good drunk cry.
"You could write a song about some kind of emotional problem you are having, but it would not be a good song, in my eyes, until it went through a period of sensitivity to a moment of clarity. Without that moment of clarity to contribute to the song, it's just complaining"- Joni Mitchell

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

I'm writing music again. I can't even begin to express how wonderful this feels.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

For Former Lovers


Green tea in the morning.
Red wine in the evening.
Making love before the sunrise.
Cigarette smoke to cover your lies.

Will you come back?
Before I cover my tracks.
Before I loose your scent.
And forget what you meant.
Give me silence, it's all that I need.
Give me silence, I'll continue to breath.

Your painted eyes.
Black tears when you cried.
Laced stockings.
And lustful talking.
You say "exposed too early"
They say "lacks emotional maturity"
But no need to fear
I'm fucked up too my dear.

Will you come back?
Before I cover my tracks.
Before I forget your scent.
Before I forget what you meant.
Give me silence, it's all that I need.
Give me silence, I'll continue breathe.



And though the melancholy weather mirrored my mood, 
You were the light that countered the dark. 
And though skeletons griped shaking my hands.
The song you sang soothed the sting.
And when angels and saints whispered hate into my ear,
I clang to you and forgot my fears.


Will you come back? 
Before I cover my tracks. 
Before I forget your scent. 
Before I forget what you meant. 
Give me silence, it's all that I need.  
Give me silence, I'll continue to breath.  


I knew who you were 
I don't know who you are 
I'm through with this fight. 
My eyes are closed tight.  
But in the water I will continue to wade. 
Because for sad people the world does not wait.  

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Note to Self (and maybe you too):



More is less.  
and
Slow is best. 
Reveal less. 
Eat less. 
Care less.  
Attach slowly. 
Eat slowly. 
Love slowly. 
Gradual. Gradual. Gradual. 
The slower you go,
The less you give  
The lesser the pain.  
The longer the rewards will stay.  
Our tendency toward instant gratification will be the downfall of our generation.   
Whisper for revolution. 
Do not yell. 
The softer the voice, the closer ears will listen. 
Sh. 

Monday, August 20, 2012

The Going On

I just kept going, I just kept treading

But I went on dreading the going on.

I felt numb to the point of insanity,

Apathetic to the point of psychopathy.

While along the going I met my vice

Then fell tragically subject to the maggots and lice.

Their seductive whispers I couldn't resist.

I craved the pain, became a masochist

My will to live became dangerously tame,

I ignored the repercussions, I forgot shame.

I lived a year developing pseudo-antipathy.

I lived a year fearing all of humanity.

But a being can only sleep awake for so long.

Before the night is up our souls will interrupt.

And at this time some may steal their curious glances.

Consider them the cowards, they will refuse to take chances.

To their dismay throwing stones will not suffice,

For human beings aren't made of ice.

They may try to bind and control but I will resist.

This is my war to fight and my choice to enlist.

I'll set their hate on fire and watch their judgements disinegrate.

I'll continue to confide in the Lord, my God, though I may disgrace the saints.

So I'll just kept going, watch me keep treading.

I am no longer dreading the going on.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Fondest Memory

I felt the heat and summer longing as we entangled our bodies upon the damp grass.
When you first kissed me softly and told me I was beautiful, I found myself wishing we could somehow last.
Your whispered words made me feel things I should be ashamed to feel.
But you were there, we were present, it all felt too real.

As mosquitos broke my skin and took samples of my blood, you held me close and took samples of my heart.
And in return I gathered pieces of yours, these pieces I will cherish,  and with these pieces I will never part.
I have given away many pieces before to demons and kin and allies and lovers.
Yet somehow you are different, a cut above the others.  

From picking and devouring fresh summer mulberries, to kissing underneath a sky of burning rocks.
From walking six miles to sneak into a hotel room, to slipping into bed and fixing all the locks.
From hiding in a stairwell which led to absolutely nowhere, to cuddling on the floor in our favorite empty classroom.
To finally becoming one, concealed by the trees and enticed by the moon, while I consciously and carefully prepared my own tomb.

We tasted forbidden juices and found ways to bend all the rules.
We forgot about the future and flitted along like blithe and airy fools.
When our fingers would touch and mold together, my spirit felt still and unusually settled.
Yet when your lips pressed roughly against mine, our lust and passion raged and wrestled.  

Perhaps you employed the murmuring dragonflies to amorously seduce me.
Perhaps you used the encompassing night to impede my logic and ability to see.
Whatever the enchantments or ploys you chose to utilize
You found a way to dissolve my habitual deceit and guise.  

I am yearning for completion and you seem to be the piece I most desperately need.
Yet we both know it would be preposterous to try and nourish this seed.
You made me feel real again, something I believed impossible to do.
And I wish more than anything I made you feel something too.
You have shown me that I am worth more than my vice.
I promise you that you are far more than "just nice".  

Please don't leave, I don't want you to go.
You have managed to scoop me up from below.
We met at exactly the right and wrong time.
I need you to stay, I don't know if I'll be fine.  

Yet as time moves forward we will be left behind.
You must move forward, do not try to be kind.
I can't understand how a fleeitng summer romance could mean so much.
But I must find the will to kiss you goodbye and loosen my clutch.  

Perhaps our souls will meet again, in this life or the next.
Life has a way of gently guiding us through, leaving each player perpetually perplexed.  

Whatever will be, will be and as of now we cannot be.
But still, my summer love, 

You are and always will be my fondest memory.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Never get better for anyone but yourself. Because when you are still being "better" for that one person and that one person has moved on and you're here, still waiting, the ghost's and demon's screams become all you can hear.
I'm coming back for you my darling. I don't belong here.