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.