Last Known Photograph of Jackson Emmer

by Jackson Emmer

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hands 03:53
labored all day at the LCD man, i was just trying to buy some land. wild-hipped woman and a hound dog barkin' i'm an analog kind of man. work too hard for a lousy dime, play guitar just to pass the time keep it physical, and give a cut to uncle sam. o my hands are tired my horse is wired i can't wait to get drunk this afternoon remember carbondale? and old cape cod? thought i'd grow up, try a job but very little has changed since the good ol' days. yes, i'm a weird outcast and my breath still stinkin' ride the same bike feel guilty 'bout drinkin' now i got bills, i'd better pay 'em on time o my hands are tired my horse is wired i can't wait to get stoned this afternoon moved out west for to tan my skin work a little less, get to know my kin. vice vice baby, i'll kick 'em one at a time. o my hands are tired my horse is wired i can't wait to get home this afternoon o my hands are tired my horse is wired i can't wait to get home this afternoon every rough day ends beneath the moon.
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leave that town and the folks you know time to strike out on your own heading west, you've never seen LA in the dirty, dirty streets a busking boy is playing beats but you ain't never heard of six four time- ripping through a county line while beatbox players and old soothesayers all work you for a dime. catch the keys of your daddy's car brand new tires will get you far that transmission is purring as a cat nevermind the color black, bad luck is for foolish saps, and you're loving that six four time- ripping through a county line while beatbox players and old soothesayers all work you for a dime. many a heart has snapped this way even big bones break do what you must to fill your tank leave that town and the folks you know time to strike out on your own heading west, you've never seen LA in the dirty, dirty streets a busking boy is playing beats and you're loving that six four time- ripping through a county line while beatbox players and old soothesayers all work you for a dime.
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score 04:25
crawl out into the college wind it's halloween, the night is young little boys dart by dressed as condoms. "we're gonna get some" "i'm gonna get more" I hear them say as they're looking to score. "we're gonna get some" "i'm gonna get more" I hear them say as they're looking to score. off they go, off they went I used to be just like them. i carry on, walk to my car pull out my sleeping bag, under the stars noble girls from the folk club invite us over to sleep on their rug. "we're gonna get some" "i'm gonna get more" I hear them say as they're looking to score. "we're gonna get some" "i'm gonna get more" I hear them say as they're looking to score. off they go, off they went I used to be just like - though we've seen it all a hundred times before if the story don't end in a wedding, we're left wanting more. fast forward to the present day can't even count how many babies were made couples come and couples go this is about the only truth I know. "we're gonna get some" "i'm gonna get more"
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cover all your bases stash the money deep tell me your pretty password it's all i'll get to keep you're gonna rock the simple cradle rock the wood apart rock the simple cradle tell me when to start rack of wine has toppled and the snow begun to fall mailman brought you catalogs even though you have it all you're gonna rock the simple cradle rock the wood apart rock the simple cradle tell me when to start you're gonna rock the simple cradle rock the wood to bits rock the simple cradle tell me when to quit
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come around the corner to the back of the fence selling hot pies don’t pay no rent. thought you had it covered but you’re making dirt work for tips, baby flirt flirt flirt o! my piggy bank is thin. o! working like a mule under hot sun baby gonna burn my skin o! i can hardly sleep! my back may hurt but i found work, living on the cheap. course at first my job was fine money comin’ in i won’t quit this time. manuel taught me how to shovel n pick i taught manny not to be a jerk. chorus got a little miss gonna save my soul don’t care much for rock n roll darling babe digs real high class i play dive bars, you do the math. chorus
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glow 05:33
there was a time not long ago your tenderness would make me glow there was a time not long ago when we would glow you make the call do what you do stay or go but see it through there was a time not long ago when we would glow o i am so through with you o i am done, was this your kind of fun? you boomerang out and back fall to earth, babe and your bones crack there was a time not long ago when we would glow
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raised wrong, ran away, but did not get too far grew my adam's apple on a colorado farm running from shadows of a golden gate wet dreams, pit stain, saddle up or go insane old friends never come to say hello be still and feel the rocky winds blow. doing depakote and now i'm feeling pretty sleepy my libido is the size of tom thumb's pinky driving el camino at the speed of sound it's a holiday let's get some in 'n out old friends never come to say hello be still and feel the rocky winds blow. never paid a fare on the old caltrain smoked a little pot rosin up the brain jaime and i were skateboard dorks now i play guitar, he's paying child support old friends never come to say hello be still and feel the rocky winds blow. laying on the docks at shoreline park listen to the water kissin' in the dark steal a paddle boat and baby, head for the deep i'm so bad at love you fall right asleep old friends never come to say hello be still and feel the rocky winds blow.
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texas last 05:37
i waste a lot of time alone play guitar and check my phone go out walking with my hair carving words in the air took an odd route home, just to try it on and see cradle the shifter in my hand 5th gear to the promised land the sun may shine in amarillo crooked and crazed were the clouds hotter than a griddle cake so babe look at me now how y'all doin' say the trucker boys burning rubber on gasoline toys even they have cozy homes and know what love is in their bones the sun may shine in amarillo crooked and crazed were the clouds hotter than a griddle cake so babe look at me now don't miss pampa while you're out there waxahachie too, the freaks may live in austin but houston has 'em too the freaks may live in austin but dallas has 'em too. the sun may shine in amarillo crooked and crazed were the clouds hotter than a griddle cake so babe look at me now hill country rolling by that dust flits in your eye foot prints on the dash how long will texas last?
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about

Music is a lot like archery. Beginners luck will get you a bulls-eye, but it takes years to hit the mark upon command. My past solo records really felt like practice and preparation for the act of recording "Last Known Photograph of Jackson Emmer." This record hits it's mark harder than any other I've made. It is cohesive, strange, gorgeous, and adventurous yet precise. Mostly, it is an honest and potent gleaning of the songs and sounds I sculpt in my head.

The album took one year to write. Mostly, the tunes were crafted while whistling airborne doodles, hastily scribbling lyrics on scrap paper while walking my dog in the mountains. Later, I'd sit with my guitar or piano and work out the details. Eventually, my dearest friends gathered in my parent's basement to help record these songs, truly bringing them to life. It was fun.

I hope you enjoy listening to this music, as much as I enjoyed making it.

Thank you, and keep in touch,
- Jackson -

credits

released September 1, 2015

Jackson Emmer: songwriting, singing, guitar, bass, programming.
Sam Moss: fiddle and voice.
Alison May: drums and voice.
Chris Rose: trumpet and piano.
Trevor Wilson: piano.
Mike Facey: upright bass.

I could not have made this album without my incredible family and friends. Thank you!

This album was recorded and produced by Jackson Emmer, with help from Sam Moss, Alison May, and Trevor Wilson. It was mixed and mastered in Oakland, CA by Misery Loves Co., Jeff Price, Sean Price, and Jackson Emmer.

All music registered with BMI.

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