While living as a student in Oregon he founded the lively American Rock / Folk group Wolf Colonel which recorded multiple releases on Olympia Washington's K Records. After years of touring with a rotating band roster and solo he began recording and touring as a solo act, (although sometimes with backing band). He released 3 records on K Records as Jason Anderson.
Extensive touring eventually led him back to his New England roots. He began playing shows around the New England subcontinent in the mid 00's solo and in a duo call The Rabbits. More recently he has been in a project group doing American Rock.
Jason's recordings are a history of artistic progression from humorous and hopeful youth through to the sweet and thoughtful mid-20's. His live concerts are appealing to all ages and genders, his theatrical performing style recalls the works of Homer and Plato, and reminds audience members why people like to see musicians play music.
Omaha
Jason Anderson Lyrics
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let us run from the sound of bars
let us run from this sound of wooden chair legs scraping shining wooden floors
let us run from lager taps, from little yellow plastic swords and the clink of clinking glass
from florescent bulbs from lighters
let's find a place where we can be alone, let's slip away
we can't really talk here
and so much of what i want to say
and i love that you know
and i love that i still feel compelled to say it
so let's make it out together
let us burst into this grim northern rain
it's well past four in the morning
let us fall into shattered alleyways
with broken brown orange light
and crooked slick wet brick
let us run into black and then more black
and then hurdle a grand stone wall
into sopping emerald fields
chasing clouds and then catching them and then beating them
and a hundred thousand stars pricked out of nothing
folding into dry caked sand
the sea and oily waves
oily licorice waves
and grinning white caps
collapse into me--oh my darling--collapse into my arms
and we'll climb inside one sleeping bag
i would sit behind you
i would press mittened hands
against your tingling ears
against the beautiful bare of your shoulder
where the scarf let it show, where the salt and moistness gleam
and our chests heave
and i would whisper
soft and nice, soft and nice
we will never, ever, ever be alone again
The song "Omaha" by Jason Anderson is a beautiful and poetic ballad that narrates a search for escape and intimacy. In the first stanza, the singer longs to leave a noisy and impersonal place, where the sounds of bars and plastic swords remind him of the futility of small-talk and inauthentic interactions. He longs to find a place where he can be honest with his companion, where he can express his feelings freely without fear of judgment or ridicule. The second stanza is a vivid description of the journey the two lovers take to find this place of solace - they run into the rain, take shelter in alleyways, climb walls, and immerse themselves in nature. The final lines of the song are a declaration of eternal love, a promise of never being alone again.
One interpretation of the song is that it speaks to the human desire for connection and belonging. The singer is tired of the empty social conventions and yearns for a deeper connection with his partner. He seeks to escape the noise and chaos of the city and find peace and intimacy in the natural world. The song can be seen as an ode to the power of love to transcend physical and emotional barriers and create a sense of unity and belonging.
Line by Line Meaning
let's find our way out of here
Let's escape from where we are right now.
let us run from the sound of bars
Let's flee from the noise of a bar.
let us run from this sound of wooden chair legs scraping shining wooden floors
Let's run away from the sound of chairs being moved on a polished wooden floor.
let us run from lager taps, from little yellow plastic swords and the clink of clinking glass
Let's get away from beer taps, plastic swords, and the sound of glasses clinking together.
from florescent bulbs from lighters
Let's run away from fluorescent bulbs and lighters.
let's find a place where we can be alone, let's slip away
Let's find a private place to be together and leave unnoticed.
we can't really talk here
We can't communicate effectively here.
and so much of what i want to say
I have a lot to say.
you know
You understand me.
and i love that you know
I'm grateful that you understand me.
and i love that i still feel compelled to say it
I'm happy that I still feel the need to express myself verbally.
so let's make it out together
Let's escape together.
let us burst into this grim northern rain
Let's run outside in the heavy rain.
it's well past four in the morning
It's very late at night.
let us fall into shattered alleyways
Let's run down narrow, broken streets.
with broken brown orange light
Lit by dim, flickering lights.
and crooked slick wet brick
Running on wet, uneven pavement made of bricks.
let us run into black and then more black
Let's run into darkness.
and then hurdle a grand stone wall
Let's jump over a large stone wall.
into sopping emerald fields
Let's run into the soaking wet green fields.
chasing clouds and then catching them and then beating them
Let's run and pretend to catch clouds.
and a hundred thousand stars pricked out of nothing
Looking up at a starry sky with countless stars.
folding into dry caked sand
In a desert region with sandy terrain.
the sea and oily waves
The ocean and its oily waves.
oily licorice waves
Black-colored waves resembling licorice.
and grinning white caps
White crests on top of the waves.
collapse into me--oh my darling--collapse into my arms
Come and fall into my arms, my dear.
and we'll climb inside one sleeping bag
We'll share one sleeping bag together.
i would sit behind you
I'll position myself behind you.
i would press mittened hands
I'll warm your hands with mittens.
against your tingling ears
I'll put my hands near your ears to help get rid of the tingling sensation.
against the beautiful bare of your shoulder
I'll touch your exposed, attractive shoulder.
where the scarf let it show, where the salt and moistness gleam
Where your scarf reveals your shoulder, glistening with sweat and salt.
and our chests heave
Our chests rise and fall quickly due to heavy breathing.
and i would whisper
I'll speak quietly.
soft and nice, soft and nice
Comforting words spoken softly.
we will never, ever, ever be alone again
We'll always be together from now on.
Contributed by Austin K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.