it's not about jane
and it's probably not a love song.
digital multitrack/analog master
jane says she wants to look inside my head
if there's anything in there she'll take back the things that she said
jane says she thinks she'd be better off dead
when she's cold in the ground, cause i wont be around; enough said
but oh, jane, who's going to swallow your lies, and who's going to stare in your eyes, and what made your heart fill with ice?
jane says why don't i get a life; i'm just trouble and she doesn't care
jane says i'm a waste of her space and i've got to stop breathing her air
but oh, jane etc....
oh, jane, nothing was written in stone,
but you spoke hieroglyphics and wrote in a tongue of your own
jane said she keeps a gun under her bed, stretch her hand in the dark, cause the metal to spark, and i'm gone
oh, jane, why don't we dispense with this crap; i'm leaving tonight and i'm not coming back
released December 22, 2016
music/lyrics: James Pyott
James Pyott acoustic guitar, flute, bouzouki, tambourine, plastic chutney barrel
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