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about
This song began as a piece in the 2021 show “Simple Gifts,” a collaborative theater performance directed by my dear friend Catherine Glynn .That summer, she gathered a group of some really wonderful humans from many different walks of life who happen to all be great artists. In one week, we played, hiked, ate, conversed, laughed, sang, danced, and cried and created a show from scratch while spending our days and nights in the serene wilderness of the forest in the Root River area of Southeastern Minnesota.
The idea was that time can be such a powerful and simple gift to give to someone or to one’s self. There are plenty of different meanings there. I had an idea to reframe the song in a different context and finished writing it on the last day of mixing the first Jest album, “Behaviors,” at Honeytone Studio . Patrick Boland, Jeff Patlingrao and I recorded it that day and had such fun playing with sounds and experimenting. The song is now available to stream. Please enjoy.
lyrics
LYRICS:
Shaking with tears abound and I can barely speak
Trying to figure out how I can get some sleep
I'll wait to say the thing that surely will hurt you
Can't help but think about how much there is to lose
Take your time
I'll take my time
Give me some time
I'll give you some time
One moment more to stay and maybe light the way
This Vacillation causing both of us to ache
With unanticipated anticipant grief
If it's is given space it may just bring relief
credits
released February 16, 2024
Eric Carranza - Music and lyrics, Producer, Guitar, Synth, Piano
Jeff Patlingrao - Producer, Recording Engineer, Drums, Penny Whistle, Electric Guitar
Patrick Boland - Producer, Recording Engineer and Mixing Engineer
Restless after live shows and projects went dormant, songwriter, Eric Carranza, found his new material recapturing that lost
energy.
The album, Behaviors, is full of the collective salt and grit of prolonged isolation. Full of a crushing vitality that bursts and glides. It’s pressure and release. It says “good riddance” to restraint, shaking off the dust, like there never was any....more