Irrevery Volume I

by Irrevery

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Jessica Ackerley Killer songs. Killer band. Epic listen, with the perfect amount of space to take you out there and enough weaves of hooks to draw you back in. A must listen! probably one of the most underrated album releases of 2017.
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R Hmm. Seems like... Endearing musings of a former teen brat-girl with brains who's now too carefully groomed and structurally introspective to be actually as angry as she wants us to think she is. Go for it.
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1.
"Take Your Anger Out On Me" I'm as plush As a punching bag As giving As a tree My tongue is just a white flag waving in the wind And my lips are just targets begging begging Please please please Take your anger out on me I can take it like a catcher's mitt And bounce back like a spring I know you're not worrying but just in case you're worrying there's no need to worry because I can't feel a motherfucking thing So please please please Take your anger out on me What am I your bottle, your bottle of rye? Mean to be pounded and left out to dry? My hell, my hell is just one more damn guy saying, "Baby you look fucking good when you cry." "Baby you look fucking good when you cry." Ah but now come on Really there's no need no need no need to apologize Or to try and make it look good, camouflage, dress it up, or disguise it It's as blatant as blatant can be Even the blind eye you're turning can see That I'm begging you begging you Please please please Take your anger out on me Hey hey hey! It's OK! Hey hey hey! It's OK! Hey hey hey! It's OK! Because everybody gets a little angry sometimes Everybody gets the short end of the stick But your pain your pain is so special I think I know just the trick Please please please Take your anger out on me
2.
"Softly Hissing" These days I slip away so easy easily Though I fall fall fast I’m jolted from my sleep Raise the curtains, shine the lights, Tell the morning that you love it just as much as you love the night But it’s the same damn lies from previous previously That same fire that haunts me, that old devil deviously Blasts the glass out from the windows And lets the wind come rushing in Kills the heat Kills the heat Kills the heat So I am reaching out for something I need And though I lift my hands deliberately, There’s a force that pushes back at me, Hissing, “What a fool What a fool What a fool. What a fool What a fool What a fool To fight it.” Ah it must be time to flee the flee the scene Started dropping bombs, now I’m my own damn refugee As if I could ever escape Ever escape Ever escape From me So I am looking to undo some deeds And though I guide towards light deliberately There’s a poison that’s released in me Hissing, “What a fool What a fool What a fool What a fool What a fool To fight it.”
3.
02:13
"Anatomy" Easy heart, easy heart When will you learn it's just not your turn? Wicked skin, wicked skin Act as a charmer but never as armor. Crooked finger, crooked finger How can one little beckoner leave me to reckon with all of the falderal from those who call out in return? When will you learn that you beg to get burned? My burning churning circuitry is pumping red hot misery... My body does not belong to me I'm a subject of the tyranny of my anatomy. Foolish hands, foolish hands What do you reach for? There's no one to reach for.
4.
"Just Like Me" You are the dog on the rope That I keep tied up, howling, hoping For another chance To prove he should run free You are the stem in the bouquet That I've been letting decay for days You've got that stench of death upon you But I keep you around anyway Because you're just like me How could you not be When you're just a manifestation Of my self-loathing You read just like a book And I must work to unhook Myself from your representation Of reality You are the shoe that hits the floor You are beaten, you are worn You've played a part, fulfilled a role It's written all over your soul And I know I know how it goes Intimately I know I know how it goes Intimately Because you're just like me How could you not be When you're just a manifestation Of my self-loathing You are a fist full of mud Sit in my palm, beg to be slung You have always brought the worst Out in me You are the eye of the needle That I wrestle with And feebly cry out, "WELL I WAS TRYING TO THREAD A SINGLE STRING!" I know I know how it goes Intimately I know I know how it goes Intimately Because you're just like me How could you not be When you're just a manifestation Of my self-loathing
5.
"Desert Song" While I keep on hoping, You build our love its casket And if I'm foolish enough to ask after it, Shield your eyes from this box of pine And sing me, Tender, tender, "Everything, everything Is gonna be just fine." Well your love may be warm But it's a dry, dry heat And to garner just a drop from it's A world-renowned feat, And I'm just your blazing sun's Canon fodder But I'm a desert girl And I dig for my water. And I wouldn't want it any other way So if I beg and I pray, Ignore what I say, Don't open the door, I don't want to see it, It's too fucking late For an easy exit. Tie me up with string And fucking pump me full of lead, I've got a shotgun for a mouth And a bullet for a head. Well maybe it would all be better off If I were just dead... Ah but God's as cruel as you are He decides when it's the end. And I wouldn't want it any other way So if I beg and I pray, Ignore what I say, Don't open the door I don't want to see it It's too fucking late For an easy exit. It's too fucking late for my heart It's too fucking late for my heart It's too fucking late for my heart It's too fucking late for my heart
6.
"One Toned Chord" I know, I've always known You'll go, You always go. I know, I've always known You'll go, You always go. In unison, A harmony: One toned chord Resonating in me; Eternal, Internal Symphony. A self-fulfilling prophecy, Depicted in a tapestry That hovers like a canopy And drops and gathers just like tea leaves, Becomes clear to me in vivid dreams And rings out pure and sweet Like an honest song for the bereaved, Just desperately, Singing, "I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine On my own." My heart grows heavy While the world gets lighter. I must go on Despite her being gone Forever Forever, Out of reach. That brittle bird mortality Swoops in on a chilling breeze That sorrowfully gathers speed And rushes in Just like lightning. And I'm surrounded by my memory, Old sweet enemy Leaves me haunted, blinded, staggering, Begging, "Sing for me And I'll survive I'll survive I'll survive On my own." I know, I've always known You'll go, You always go. I know, I've always known You'll go, You always go.
7.
"What Kind of Loving" What's that peaking through the curtains, creeping, staring, looking right at you and me With that horror in its eyes as if it's seeing something I have yet to see It's that same damn haunting question Keeps on coming vividly to me in dreams I've been avoiding been avoiding it But now it hits me sharp and clearly Asking, "On the day the day I die What kind what kind of loving will I leave behind?" "On the day the day I die What kind what kind of loving will I leave behind?" God knows I've fumbled with my judgment,  put good fortune on the line line here and there I know I've left some things behind me,  writhing twisting in the heat heat of despair Though I can coax myself to sleep, convinced it couldn't matter Who could care That same damn haunting question keeps breathing down my neck and hang hang hanging in the air Asking, "On the day the day I die" What kind what kind of loving will I leave behind?" "On the day the day I die What kind what kind of loving will I leave behind?" Red red red comes flooding flooding in Drown drown drowning out and clouding my vision It's the vein thicken, rib sticking, jaw hitting floor Wanting more, wanting more It's the pounding at the door That we all must answer for It's the things within your reach It's slick mistress and harsh teacher It's the slurring of the speech More than dare to eat a peach It's to tear in with your teeth and let the juices dribble down your chin Red red red comes flooding flooding in Brings you to the floor Begging for more Begging for more And then you see What it is that you've been standing for On the day the day I die What kind what kind of loving will I leave behind?
8.
05:48
"Don't Call" Don't call To tell me you're leaving Don't call To say that you're gone A telephone line can't restore peace of mind Don't call Don't call Don't call To tell me you're done, through, fed up with my shit Don't call To tell me the bullet it needs to get bit You expect me to act rationally but how rational can you expect me to be when you tear me apart and pull me apart in this way Don't call Don't call Knock on my door Rattle my can Settle the score Face to face Man to man Man to man Man to man Don't call Don't call It don't have to be a fight We don't have to let the battle unfold But if there has to be a war The war doesn't need to be cold Don't run You know that there's no way to hide from the truth Don't turn your head away from me You know that you're just rubbing salt in the wound Stand up straight Face the facts It's not your words It's your actions That speak what you're trying to say Don't call
9.
"If I Didn't Love You" The stars up ahead And my own bones for my bed I lift my heart discreetly And the sky leans down and greets me Singin, "If I didn't have to share my light with you I'd glow brighter than I'm able to" "If I didn't have to share my light with you I'd glow brighter than I'm able to" You slip inside my thoughts again And fulfill my sick addiction To seeking disconnection Though my heart thrashes in objection Singin, "If I didn't love you it'd be easier" "If I didn't love you it'd be fine" "If I didn't love you it'd be easier" "If I didn't love you it'd be fine" Darkness may surround me Strain to stretch its claws around me But lightness always grounds me Illuminates, grips, and surrounds me Singin, "If I didn't love you it'd be easier" "If I didn't love you it'd be fine" "If I didn't love you it'd be easier" "If I didn't love you it'd be fine"
10.
07:45
"Pornography" Well you know I’m complete  I’m complete I’m complete I’m completely the same My skin, my eyes, my heart, and my mind Still play their games You know I can still lay  Still lay  Still lay it out on the line So why bother  Why bother  Why bother Asking if I’m doing fine? You think you've got claim  You've got claim  You've got claim On the truth But the truth isn’t black, black and white It’s black, black and blue I bet you still Rumble, make hell  When disrupted in your lair God knows you can’t poke  You can’t poke  You can’t poke an angry bear Well big bear beware  You never never never never never  Can quite prepare For how much another person  Can get get get in your hair Aw let it out, Go on, complain  Who the hell said a thing about fair? My word  My word  My word Used to be good in this town I know that some past indiscretions have Run my name to the ground And have left me chewing tongue Unable to make make a sound Ah but look at you all, All high and mighty, Call call calling me out You think you got claim  You got claim  You got claim On the truth But the truth isn’t black, black and white It’s black, black and blue Just another one Conspiracisizing  About a woman How she done you done you wrong And how you took it like a dog, How you would’ve stuck it to her If she could have stuck around a little longer  Longer Longer  Longer The full extent  Of her sexual history And my my my all the minute details  of her body  Little boy little boy where’d you pick pick up  All this hate hate hateful vapidity Little boy little boy where’d you pick pick up All this hate hate hateful vapidity Blame it on too much weed,  Guitar,  Bad company Self-consciousness And childishness And pride, pretension, vanity,  And porn  And porn  And porn  Pornography You know I'm complete  I'm complete I'm complete  I'm completely the same
11.
"Talking and Leaving" I sit on a folding chair in this motel, look up at the sky A shiver is chasing its way up, its way up my spine This desert is cold and it’ll leave you spent and hang you up to dry It'll hang you up to dry You've got a mighty subtle way  Of bringing me down Although you’re a thousand miles away  From this Podunk town But like a stray dog for his supper, you just keep coming, keep coming around You keep coming around I’d like to say that I’ve taken the space to reflect On the time we’ve been apart  And how it’s been spent But you know me, I won’t let myself breath Long enough to  Hear my own breathe That old Boy Scout saying keeps winding its way through my mind "To take only memories and leave only footsteps behind" But honey you weigh my pockets down, Drag my feet,  To take in a memory of you Leaves me weak and with a Sharp pain in my side How did it all get so mutually Unkind? I lay in my bed let the clock taunt me out of my sleep Time is like water in this town it may stick stick around but its quality simply won’t keep Time is like water  But love is like mud It’s a habit that hardens And cakes in the sun Comes off in flakes One  By  One One By  One One  By  One

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released November 19, 2017

All lyrics written and songs composed, arranged, produced, and mixed by Paige Johnson-Brown

Tom Csatari (Guitar)
Darren Denman (Keyboard)
Paige Johnson-Brown (Vocals, Piano, Guitar)
Nick Jozwiak (Bass, Background vocals, Co-Arranging, Co-Producing)
Cameron Kapoor (Guitar, Co-Arranging, Co-Producing)
Mack Williamson (Drums)

Mark Gardner (Producing, Recording, Engineering, Mixing)
Oliver Ignatius (Recording, Engineering at Mama Coco's Funky Kitchen)
David Pollock (Mastering)

Cover by Joan "Grandma" Sullivan

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