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We recorded this album in 2007 while I was recuperating from some surgeries following an injury to my wrist. It was a huge part of the healing process for that and some less tactile traumas and is a snapshot of our life at the time.

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released July 1, 2007

Jenna Kole - Vocals, Guitar
Jay Kole - Percussion

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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: Michael's Song
Every pill I put in my mouth makes me think of you.
I'm riddled with doubt that I should be validated in missing you, but I'm missing you.
I'm missing the you I knew.

It's okay, it's okay...
How can you say?

Every week that goes by drags its step at the thought of your eyes, taking time to listen to a crazed girl trying to get through.
Did they tell you I tried to get through to you?

It's okay, it's okay...
How can you say?
Track Name: There's A Lock On The Formula
There's a display up front, it's got baby formula and chewing tobacco, there's a lock on the formula.

There's no sense in this, no explanation, no way I'm buying, no way I'm sold.

You're aiming for the sure-shot, packing your bags and leaving; chasing the daylight, seeing the sun set behind you a thousand times.

There's no sense in this, no explanation, no way I'm buying, no way I'm sold.

So what is it I'm not seeing?
What is it that you're not telling?
...more than I can imagine, I'm betting...
I can't see this dust settling.

There's no sense in this, no explanation, no way I'm buying, no way I'm sold.

I know all that will be left, left with two sun-bleached silhouettes.
Track Name: Percocet
The razor blade electric shock of angry nerves,
Anger serves little purpose;
So I feel it evaporate through the top of my head, my fingertips, my feet.
My feet are unsteady walking toward anything particular.

But I might win the race to nowhere.

I'm thinking in circles again so I know I'll fall down.
So I'll shake out a little dose of numbness.
The blanket gives the informed a chance to be ignorant, blind, for a moment.
I won't have to gauge my progress (none).

But I might win the race to nowhere.

All I need to do, all I need to do...
Is preserve my range, break the gauge, save the rage...
But it's harder than she made it look.