Fifteen Years of Fears

by Jacob Earl

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I’m working on my hands and knees In the dirty garden of my dreams I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds Since I arrived here, I am more at peace Than I have ever felt with my inner beast And I wonder why it matters to me Whether I control my Hyde or let it break free Sometimes I’m kicking up trouble Other times I let sleeping dogs lie I’m Paul Simon, I’m the boy in the bubble; I got fifty ways to leave you high and dry I’m Thom Yorke, I’m the Karma police I’m the subterranean homesick John Cleese I’m Monty Python meets Freddie Mercury I’m the killer queen of the Kitchissippi I'm Tom Cruise, I'm mission impossible I'm such risky business, I ain't machine washable. This rap fabric too threadbare to launder The words are worn down, but it's too late to ponder I’m working on my hands and knees In the dirty garden of my dreams I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds This is life and I’m not disappointed But I’m scared of dying before I get to the point of it Please let me in on the secret I don’t wanna wait, I wanna go out and seek it I’m the luckiest man in the whole O-town When I have your arms wrapped around me I rap even when I’m feeling down To remind me that I’m so happy you found me I'm Thom Yorke, I'm the homesick alien I'm a fitter, happier Robert Allen Zimmerman I'm a rolling stone and Frank Zappa I'm really rappin', it's really happening Mother of invention, I don't even care My best laid intentions left me bare I'm the O-town answer to Okkervil River Kitchissippi life on the starry stairs I’m the guy at the back of theatre I’m the one fan clapping when the credits rolls At the afterparty, I’ll see you later And invite you out for a sordid stroll It's not a movie, I'm sippin’ tea Watching you slowly undress for me The sun is slipping below the trees I love you so much, Kitchissippi I’m working on my hands and knees In the dirty garden of my dreams I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds The greatest tale never told Is the one about the two of us growing old In Kitchissippi, life’s a beach But only because you’re within my reach. Sometimes I’m kicking up trouble Other times I let sleeping dogs lie I’m Paul Simon, I’m the boy in the bubble; I got fifty ways to leave you high and dry I’m Tom Wilson, I'm the rodeo king I’m a Junkhouse, I'm Garbage, I'm everything to everyone, I'm Art Alexakis I'll buy you a new life 'cause I'm paid to fake it I’m working on my hands and knees In the dirty garden of my dreams I’m in the trenches, sowing seeds I’m down in the dirt, I’m digging up weeds Since I arrived here, I am more at peace Than I have ever felt with my inner beast And I wonder why it matters to me Whether I control my Hyde or let it break free
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on blue mountain atop the black diamond surrounded by white highlands cheeks swelled pink and eyes red we puffed green for courage instead we carved like it was turkey dinner fearless that we be delivered to the bottom safe and sound and where are you now? it’s getting cold as it gets dark and the floodlights are down they’re closing up the park for the night you’re nowhere in site the colours you showed me have all turned to shades of grey i’m living life, but only living it day to day on blue mountain atop the black diamond we shared a moment locked in time like a thief in the night high on life and so many years we paid the price it’s getting cold as it gets dark and the curtains are drawn they’re closing up the house for the season have I got any more reason to stick around here? the colours you showed me have all turned to shades of grey i’m living life but only day to day
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A Jacob Earl Anthology, 2001-2016.
15 personally curated songs, spanning my solo career to date.
The album (title) is a nod to Arab Strap's Ten Years of Tears and Buck 65's 20 Odd Years: Occupying that mood, genre, and sonic space between Scottish sadbastard lofi pop and Canadian indie hip-hop anti-folk.

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released May 6, 2017

Produced, written, recorded, and performed by Jacob Earl.

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Jacob Earl Ottawa, Ontario

Independent DIY queer producer/songwriter/photog.

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