i miss apathy

by encircle.

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about

After Jay and I got married, he started a sweet job that required more of his time. So, we reassembled in a new configuration with a new rhythm section and re-recorded some old stuff and wrote some new stuff.

At this point, this band had an expiration date. I was desperate to not lose the creative work we put into the time with the band and sort of forced this recording to happen. This album was recorded on a pretty short fuse.

This was recorded with Matt Montoro with Third Stream Recording at his home studio in Fredericksburg... Stafford? Virginia.

credits

released July 1, 2005

Lewis Kopenhafer - Bass
Steve Whitesides - Drums
Matt Luger - Guitar
Jenna Kole - Keys, Guitar, Vox

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Jenna Kole Locust Grove, Virginia

I am a songwriter from Locust Grove, VA.

I should have a million more (better sounding) solo recordings, but I have a bit of a codependent streak and have been busy with a few bands over the years. I have decided to include the remaining recordings of those projects in this collection mostly so I can remind myself I have actually been doing stuff all this time.

Consider it my musical scrapbook.
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Track Name: rude
Sometimes all you see is how well or not the pen writes on the paper.
Sometimes all you hear is the breath between sentences.
Sometimes all you see is the piece of hair in their face.
Sometimes all you see is the perfection in them.
Sometimes all you see is how rude perfection can be.

I swear it's not some rare form of what we all may call jealousy,
I swear it's not an acquired form of what we all may term as jealousy.

Sometimes all you see is how well or not the pen writes on the paper.
Sometimes all you hear is the breath between sentences.
Sometimes all you see is the piece of hair in their face.
Sometimes all you see is the perfection in them.
Sometimes all you see is how rude perfection can be.

I say she's good and you all agree
I can't believe you did that without first consoling me
I said that to get you to disagree with me
Devalidate my jealousy
Cover up my jealousy
I wanna kill her metaphorcally, you know that would validate my jealousy.
Track Name: doesn't quite taste right
Woke up this morning to a new sense of time, read my old words found my old mind.

Please no more changes.

Woke up this morning to so many loose ends fraying, praying for....

Please no more changes.

Run everything through your filter again, it doesn't quite taste right.
Track Name: bridges
Which to seek? Of which to think? Where to start? We are weak.

No regrets right? So I don't... I feel like I've only gotten bigger, stronger, more self reliant... Only slightly confused, hoping that it's not as dismissable as it seems to be to you.

Never like that, never so fast. Never so random, never the freedom.

What bridges are we burning here?
And what is sleep comparatively?
What bridges are we burning here?
And what are we comparatively?

I have found now how silence can scream.
It can scream in confusion joy and utter disbelief.
What if I liked it all, what if I think I'd do it again?
What if it was different?

Never like that, never so fast. Never so random, never the freedom.

What bridges are we burning here?
And what is sleep comparatively?
What bridges are we burning here?
And what are we comparatively?

Which to seek? Of which to think? Where to start? We are weak.
Track Name: trust
I fall all over myself and into your arms.

Clinging to a word and you look me (oh my god) in the eye.

I say trust your heart and if you fall,

Clinging to my hand and you look me (oh my god) in the eye.
Track Name: paper and language
What if I've overlooked the answers to all I seek, written in paper and language alike, am I missing the point?

Someone keeps tapping my shoulder, I turn around to see nobody there.

Nobody stands there to whisper me secrets,
secrets they knew and that I'd never tell,
Maybe there's nothing to ask anymore
Maybe there's nothing to life.

Is something so plain, be something significant? Are these words droning on or do you comprehend?

Someone keeps tapping my shoulder, I turn around to see nobody there.

Nobody stands there to whisper me secrets,
secrets they knew and that I'd never tell,
Maybe there's nothing to ask anymore
Maybe there's nothing to life.
Track Name: in doing nothing
Before I start I would just like to know what you think this will be about.
I won't be hindered by you. I won't live around you. You'll hear what I'm saying.

There's so much you do in doing nothing. There's so much you are not hearing. There's so much you are not feeling. Waiting on the line for you to wake up.

You should know the rules by now. I sure do hate to be the bearer of bad news...

Not having rules is a rule in itself, don't leave your conscience sitting on a shelf... Bring her in, yeah -- she'll stick up for you... Bet you think this has nothing to do with you.

Remove yourself from every situation.
Remove yourself from understanding.

You can bet this is just the start of what I wanna say.

There's so much you do in doing nothing. There's so much you are not hearing. There's so much you are not feeling. Bet you think this has nothing to do with you.

Waiting on the line for you to wake up.
Track Name: blind
I can't move past that night.
You gave it to me then you took it away.

Are you blind to this?
Are you blind to all that we...
Blind...
You're just blind to me.

What did we share?
Did we share?
Track Name: secondhand story
She sits at home dreaming, following the stars in her eyes.
She sits at home dreaming, never noticing the storm outside.

Let it be the straw that broke my back. Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing more, nothing less than richness.

Don't wanna get depressed, don't wanna know.
Don't wanna get depressed, we can't have that... no.

It's only the country we live in, we give in too easily.
We live in, we give in, we lie and die in.

Let it be the straw that broke my back. Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing more, nothing less than richness.

You'll see 87 is not such a big number
Refuse to disclose what you're doing with those prisoners
Here at home it'd be a sob story, a t.v. movie,
5-days after they got home so safely.
It's only twice what's spent national security.

It's always just a secondhand story.
Track Name: willing to share
You've become that grace. You've had its face. You've given me what I didn't even know I was looking for.

You shared your heart... or maybe I stole it. Either way a part of it has attached to mine and you're always with me.

Now we are receiving exactly what we set out to give and I'll return a thousand times what you're willing to share.
Track Name: grace
Please allow some grace to see me through this darkness;
Some faceless memory within my consciousness.

Hoping for a light of my own.
Hoping for something tangible.

I am locked in, my head is screaming again, untangle this vision so I can let you in.

Brightened slowly by some stolen light; fondling the walls to switch off of this dark black night.

Hoping for a light of my own.
Hoping for something tangible.

I am locked in, my head is screaming again, untangle this vision so I can let you in.

And I FEED this to others
And I FEED on it myself.

I am locked in, my head is screaming again, in this tangled precision, so I can let you in.
Track Name: where i don't sleep
It's easter, I know.
Some strange timing
Please help me find passion for something
I need you
To meet me somewhere
Anywhere now
I will meet you half way
I was afraid to knock
I was afraid
It's late and you're the only one I know

After all, you know where I don't sleep
They haven't heard a laugh at dinner in years
After all you know what I mean when I say after all.

Did you know
You get a louder echo
Walking barefoot across the overpass
Please don't tell anyone I came here
I imagine I must look crazy

Maybe I will go home
I can speak to you on the phone
Curled up in the back seat
Of my dad's car
Someday you'll look back on this night.

After all, you know where I don't sleep
They haven't heard a laugh at dinner in years
After all you know what I mean when I say after all.