Jennifer Castle
Jennifer Castle is a Canadian singer-songwriter, based in Toronto, Ontario.… Read Full Bio ↴Jennifer Castle is a Canadian singer-songwriter, based in Toronto, Ontario. She released two albums under the name Castlemusic.
Born in Toronto, Castle was raised in Mississauga and Orangeville, and spent time living in London, England, and Vancouver, British Columbia, before returning to Toronto and launching her music career at open mic nights in the city.
Castle says that she “takes the world very seriously, while believing very much in impossible things.” This idea of being rooted in the real world – yet still free to soar in the ether of daydreams – offers insight into the contradictory and alluring world of Jennifer Castle.
After lending her unmistakable voice to a diverse list of recordings – including The Constantines’ Kensington Heights, Fucked Up’s Year of the Pig and David Comes to Life, as well as albums by Ryan Driver, Eric Chenaux, Doug Paisley and Wooly Leaves – Jennifer Castle now brings her timeless take on folk music to the world under her own name for the first time with Castlemusic. One of Canada’s best kept secrets, Castle has managed to stay low-key and grounded in Toronto, Ontario, quietly crafting songs that capture the wonder of those impossible visions.
Visit the official page at http://www.flemisheye.com/jennifer-castle
Born in Toronto, Castle was raised in Mississauga and Orangeville, and spent time living in London, England, and Vancouver, British Columbia, before returning to Toronto and launching her music career at open mic nights in the city.
Castle says that she “takes the world very seriously, while believing very much in impossible things.” This idea of being rooted in the real world – yet still free to soar in the ether of daydreams – offers insight into the contradictory and alluring world of Jennifer Castle.
After lending her unmistakable voice to a diverse list of recordings – including The Constantines’ Kensington Heights, Fucked Up’s Year of the Pig and David Comes to Life, as well as albums by Ryan Driver, Eric Chenaux, Doug Paisley and Wooly Leaves – Jennifer Castle now brings her timeless take on folk music to the world under her own name for the first time with Castlemusic. One of Canada’s best kept secrets, Castle has managed to stay low-key and grounded in Toronto, Ontario, quietly crafting songs that capture the wonder of those impossible visions.
Visit the official page at http://www.flemisheye.com/jennifer-castle
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Jennifer Castle Lyrics
Angels of Death Feel it in the heart I don't feel it Everything else is…
Broken Vase The day came on strong Got long and then was gone I…
Crying Shame It's a shame when I try to fix what's broken It's…
Down River Down river and I'm grabbing my coat I'll see you on…
Grim Reaper It's not that I'm afraid at night To meet the one…
How Or Why When I'm here to stay On your hard wooden floor And I…
I'll Never Walk Alone I'll never walk alone I'll never walk alone or be homeless M…
Justice Justice, my sister I need you This very hour Where are you? …
Like A Gun I let a friend go Offered him Gods and ghosts And now…
Monarch Season It's monarch season I see the wings in everything I can't ke…
Moonbeam or Ray All the colours are changing Don't leave me baby I'm on the…
Nature Despite all my feelings of life parallel Nature is happening…
NYC NYC was cool in the rain Even I could see that And…
Pink City Oh Europe Your old gardens Remind me of What's new in my lif…
Remembering I remember, there was, a summer, of the forrest A summer, of…
Rose Waterfalls No one said the poetry was easy Living with a song…
Sailing Away Here I go down memory lane I'm always sinking with the…
Sparta Let's go to Sparta They'll cook us dinner From the farm that…
Stars of MIlk Oh, Susana, under stars of milk Can you see the mountain? Ar…
Texas I go down to Texas To kiss my grandmother goodbye She forget…
Tomorrow's Mourning Not a fog Not a mist Not a cloud But you get the…
Tonight the Evening Tonight, the evening My hands keep busy on the radio, receiv…
Truth Is The Freshest Fruit Golden gates San Francisco Let your yellow hair down Can I c…
We Always Change Reprise Pt. 2 If you turn into a tree I'll sway I'll sway with you And…
Working For The Man I've been working for the man Someone come and take my…
G Anthony Cervantes
on You Don't Have to Be
you don't have to be
a singer sweet like me
hanging on by a thread
to a heart that's heavy
you don't have to see
all the kinds of freedom
to understand the kind
you're never gonna be
to feel alone
like a lone gravestone
with your name carved out
of your chest
and your dates
hanging off of your neck
after all this time
you still don't fit in
everyone wants your smile
and everyone wants you to win
and when it's my body they're after
or it's in your laughter
and honey
don't be long with my drink
you don't have to be
where all the world can see
you're hanging off the bottom
of a dream
you don't have to know
all the ways to go
when all the ways to go
were never what they seem
after all this time
you still don't fit in
everyone wants your smile
and everyone wants you to win
and when it's my body they're after
or it's in your laughter
and honey
don't be long with my drink
and honey
don't be long with my drink
Joy Elizabeth Balla
on Remembering
Also, "is to get to" not "is get to".
Joy Elizabeth Balla
on Remembering
It may be 'anybody here' rather than just 'anybody'.
Joy Elizabeth Balla
on Remembering
the only thing I have to do today
is get to the garden to pick some sage
and wrap lavender with blue string
and set the cedar leaves out for dryin'
and take ink, and put it in my skin
and pull my hair away with a silver pin
blade, cutting into the silver sink
curtain, and the sun comes in
and all I have to do today
is get past rememberin'
and all I have to do today
is get past rememberin'
it starts in a room
I'm talking to you
but there isn't anybody
pull the hair from the face of the moon
(if?) all I have to do today is get past rememberin'
come for me, I'm
willin' you to
the only thing I have to do today
is get to the garden to pick some sage
and wrap lavender with blue string
and set the cedar leaves for dryin'
and take ink, and put it in my skin
and pull my hair away with a silver pin
blade, cutting into the silver sink
curtain, and the sun comes in
and all I have to do today
is get past rememberin'
and all I have to do today
is get past rememberin'