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Ego Jingles

by Gabriel Hart

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    Recorded long before the plague was just a twinkle in our eyes, "Ego Jingles" is the first proper solo album by Jail Weddings frontman/author Gabriel Hart. His quietest audio effort to date, "Ego Jingles" is an avant-folk art-damaged test of nuance, a challenge to our sensitivity — often tender, occasionally antagonistic, sometimes cringe, yet altogether difficult to ignore or dismiss. Equal parts internal Seppuku and exterior dread, "Ego Jingles" is not without moments of existential comedy, as punctuated by his album-closing cover of Weird Al Yankovic's "One More Minute" as a band-aid — but after that, you're on your own.

    Hart's guitar/vocals are accompanied by Julie Carpenter (Less Bells, Jail Weddings) on violin/viola/cello as well as Dain Luscombe (Less Bells) with additional instrumentation/production.

    Recorded/mixed/mastered by Pat Kearns (Exploding Hearts, Blue Skies for Black Hearts) at his solar powered Goat Mountain Studios in Landers, CA.

    Cover photography by Austin Arthur Hart/art design by Reuben Kaiban.

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1.
LIES OF HEAVEN (Hart) I’m trying to be a normal guy But something will not let me To remove myself from the myth Of success That leaves me empty Not striving for royalty In this world of mediocrity But the lies of Heaven They just won’t let me be Don’t it make you angry When they say how blessed they are? They’re crazy Like a hotel posing as a mansion Still boasting all its vacancy You can cram every room with a crowd Still, the outside looks lonely All the lies of Heaven Like the Easter Bunny Whose mask is off And chain-smoking I was only given one costume of skin I already feel my blood boiling within Don’t tell me about your artistic passion When all my organs are on fire Yes, I tried to wave to you all through the flames And you thought it was cause I wanted to be saved But I just wanted to show you that I was brave Since I lit my own self on fire I’m trying to just enjoy the ride But what is that beneath me? I’m inclined to the fear of heights The distance between you and me But I’m so down to Earth now That I have nearly lost my feet All those lies of Heaven Make you numb with defeat And nothing left to believe in Every philosophy is tailored to deceive The way you can just grab any excuse you need With all those fucking fickle articles you read “The Ten Best Cities:” Gone by your arrival I’ll be the one-man welcoming committee Talking to himself And cursing at everything Just in time for one fleeting warning “Everybody has stopped listening!”
2.
IF YOU ONLY COULD HAVE KNOWN ME (Hart) If you only could have known me Before you came into my life I was a calm, cool visionary Nearly twenty-twenty hindsight A harmless shark Looking to dance With anyone who cared to deep-sea dive But you saw an artist as a con man Hooking yourself on your own jive You, the alarmist Grabbed the wrong man And before a trial I was tried If you only could have known me Before you came into my life You might have liked what you see You might have seen that I don’t bite Before you filed down my teeth You left my lips to crack and dry Before I would hear you scream A litany of phantom crimes If you only could have known me Before you came into my life What would have it taken to save me? That flash of fleeting glitch in time Where no judgement could be passed On strange emotion I’d speak or write Or my silence, born from fear In the brief intermissions between each fight And the tighter that you tied the knot The further the veneer shall cracken This “If,” now, as matter of fact I know very well what happened
3.
HOUSE (Hart) How did this happen What happens every night? I’m afraid to do anything with you Cause everything we do We fight You can’t stop asking why I can’t look you in the eyes As you writhe around the floor Howling every obscenity While my eyes are on the door I’m pondering eternity And who I can rely on for a ride From this creepy house down the street With two people screaming inside I’ve got this memory One early Halloween A house with no decorations For some reason left me Shivering Two silhouettes throwing things and hollering How would I know I was looking at The future you and me Trapped in a decaying home Doomed to repeat history The one time I tried to leave You threatened suicide In this creepy house down the street With two people screaming inside As I drew the window shade A group of kids, they ran and hid And I saw the little faces fill with fear I felt stupid How could we let this life go so awry? We’ve become that creepy house down the street With two people screaming inside
4.
OBITUARY (Hart) I did not exactly leave A good impression On the crowd who did not yet know me Yet, held my future in their palm The brave one mentioned he’d need some More ammunition So, I made a list Of every kiss I ever blew into the wind So, why does it feel like I’m writing my own obituary? Forty years of the blues I guess it makes sense That I should mine some diamonds from this cave To gather some defense But it’s so difficult to think it past tense And when you’re putting out fires With more fires It’s no coincidence
5.
PURE TRIGGER I’ve got respect for words So, of course your words hurt But you can’t seem to handle anything Who did you think I was? When you claimed you were in love? A band-aid for your psychic wounds that wouldn’t stop bleeding Our therapist told me to run I own the house We’re not married Have no baby I persisted Aimed for the sun But you cannot take the slightest bit of heat Pure trigger You can’t be held tight Without being set off You turn our house into a rubber room When the going gets tough I always fall in love with tough chicks Maybe deep inside I need some discipline But all you know how to do Is talk shit Now look at the impossible mess we’re in This was supposed to be about the language of love Possibly, enjoying each other’s company Not focusing on everything that you’re scared of While hiding behind your absolute brutality Pure trigger I’m trying so hard to hold you steady But there’s no handle on your neverending triggering
6.
GET ON MY LEVEL (Hart) I’ve got a vision I am afraid you will not understand Unless you take that leap with me And follow my every command If you’re still uncertain I’ll just show you how They’ll close the curtain We’ll take our bow But time is running out So, you better get on my level now I have risen from the dead Now, look at the ground where I stand So fertile it can push all the daises up from this land But I cannot go at this alone I need only your flesh and your bones Not a horse or a plow Just you to get on my level now I’ve got a vision I am afraid you will not understand Self-serving as the Bible Just as brutal as the Quran But all those false prophets they didn’t know how So, I’m writing the true gospel now You’re disposable as a cow So, you better get on my level now
7.
THE COMEDOWN (Hart) You’d think I would be relieved After changing the locks and key By law, this house belongs to me But somehow, that don’t mean a thing When I think of everything that I put up with Before you finally went away It don’t make this feel like some victory day You made sure my head was first to hit the ground Now I’m waiting for the rest of my body To comedown She can’t believe I’m so obsessed with peace She thinks I should seek therapy When I suggest things aren’t bad as they seem She calls it gaslighting While she threatens to exit the Earth Oh! The irony! Well, let’s start with some baby steps Let’s see you exit our old white picket fence Because tonight I’m gonna invite over All of my cool lesbian friends They’re too wise to hide behind Some blind defense They’ve confirmed that woman is unsound And they will watch over me While I finally Comedown
8.
ANOTHER TEARY-EYED ALL-NIGHTER Driving home in the dark and I get that sinking feeling again Crack a beer in my lap ‘Cause I know I’ll need some armor Within I know I’m not coming home to fight her But here comes another teary-eyed all-nighter I pull into the driveway but I’m unprepared to go inside How long can I stall To convince myself I’ve got the right? I came home to abide by her But here comes another teary-eyed all-nighter Should I turn around and just camp out at work? Where they tell me I do a good job Nurture my self-worth But the longer I wait, the longer it will take I have to go in No telling what will happen But my educated guessing’s inside this sinking feeling again Freezing in the car as I begin to contemplate How many steps it takes Before I will see the dam break Why does my love for her divide her And invite another teary-eyed all-nighter?
9.
MY PROCESS (Hart) Do you want to know about my process? Well, first you have to be comfortable dancing alone Then I would actually have to confess Dancing alone Sure feels like you’re Dancing alone Now that you see me dancing Do you see what I’m imagining? Can you hear the angels singing? Can you hear all the bells ringing? Are you hearing what I’m hearing? See, we’re not imagining It’s all really happening… Now that you know about my process Next, hold on tight to the back of my coat I’d let you document my progress But I’m afraid that’d be the version they would rather show And I will not let my cover be blown
10.

about

Recorded long before the plague was just a twinkle in our eyes, "Ego Jingles" is the first proper solo album by Jail Weddings frontman/author Gabriel Hart. His quietest audio effort to date, "Ego Jingles" is an avant-folk art-damaged test of nuance, a challenge to our sensitivity — often tender, occasionally antagonistic, sometimes cringe, yet altogether difficult to ignore or dismiss. Equal parts internal Seppuku and exterior dread, "Ego Jingles" is not without moments of existential comedy, as punctuated by his album-closing cover of Weird Al Yankovic's "One More Minute" as a band-aid — but after that, you're on your own.

Hart's guitar/vocals are accompanied by Julie Carpenter (Less Bells, Jail Weddings) on violin/viola/cello as well as Dain Luscombe (Less Bells) with additional instrumentation/production.

Recorded/mixed/mastered by Pat Kearns (Exploding Hearts, Blue Skies for Black Hearts) at his solar-powered Goat Mountain Studios in Landers, CA.

Cover photography by Austin Arthur Hart/art design by Reuben Kaiban.

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released June 22, 2021

Gabriel Hart — vocals/guitar/tamborine/KORG MS-20
Julie Carpenter — violin/viola/cello, arrangements

Dain Luscombe — mellotron, synth strings, additional production.

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Wilted Eden, the expansive third album by L.A.'s tarnished romantics Jail Weddings is one of those rare albums recorded in "real time" chronicling the intersection between the whirlwind birth and eventual death of new love, along with the sudden unforeseen deaths of many loved ones. Still standing in their 10th dizzying year, the Wall of Sound provocateurs return anew... ... more

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