Webley tours all over the world. He usually performs solo, but occasionally plays with his long-time band mates - Michael McQuilken, Jherek Bischoff and Alex Guy.
Webley used to stage a theatrical death every Halloween, only to resurrect on May Day of the following year, but in 2005 he discontinued the tradition, claiming he did not wish to die annually again. He owns a Toyota Corrolla, which he's altered and named "The Tomato" and he organized and ran Camp Tomato in April of 2005, with friends and fans known as Tomato Scouts ( in retaliation to the comment that he was a sadistic cult leader. ) Camp Tomato has since been a more or less annual event.
Winter
Jason Webley Lyrics
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Sleeping in the lilies with that old dull-bladed knife.
Still in those bulletproof pyjamas you've worn all your life.
But tonight you're in some murky bar,
The music's too loud, and you don't feel like dancing.
Not a familiar face in the room,
Just that little voice in the back of your head,
That's always been there, but tonight it says:
And as you sip your rum and coke, kid,
You're just getting older.
You realize you're sweating, and the air around you stinks,
You stumble to the bathroom,
Throw your head beneath the sink.
And as you raise your eyes, your lips release a little groan,
'Cause the face that's grinning back at you,
Just isn't quite your own.
So you go back to your lily petals,
Pull those old pyjamas tight,
But you can't shake this feeling
That your life is just a game of chess
Where ancient gods and devils fight.
People stagger by you,
Thick blood running down their faces,
While little jet-black serpents
Try to mate with your shoelaces.
An old blind dog's been at your heels,
With the overpowering stench of decay.
And an old friend sends a package.
The skull inside it seems to say:
I'm the face in every mirror, the shadow at your feet,
The little light that glows behind
Each pair of eyes that you meet.
You can hide inside your castle,
Spend years thinking you're free,
But I'm like ancient Rome, baby, all roads lead to me.
Okay kid, let me tell you a little story. See, I don't get into town too often these days, but sometime soon old Jack Frost's gonna blow back into the heart of the big city.
And I'll scream until the buildings melt,
Then whisper 'til they freeze.
And I'll stand on an icy tower with every eye fixed on me.
And everyone will follow,
As I raise my left hand to the sky,
And together we'll peel back the fabric
Of this world and stare into the void that lies behind.
The song "Winter" by Jason Webley is about the feeling of being alone and disconnected from the world. The first verse speaks about a person who usually hides in their "bulletproof" pyjamas and "old dull-bladed knife" but find themselves in a bar one night, feeling out of place. As they look in the mirror, they see a face that is not quite their own, as if they are not sure of who they are anymore. The second verse goes into how life can feel like a game of chess with forces beyond our control fighting for us, and how people around the singer are in distress with blood running down their faces and serpents trying to mate with shoelaces. The message of the song is that no matter where you hide, you cannot escape the inevitability of change and aging.
The chorus speaks of the approach of winter, with the days getting shorter and the air getting colder, and how the singer is just getting older. The bridge of the song features a spoken-word section where Webley tells the listener that he will be back in town soon, and how as Jack Frost, he will scream until the buildings melt and whisper until they freeze. He will stand on an icy tower and beckon the crowd to join him in peeling back the fabric of the world and staring into the void behind.
Line by Line Meaning
Hey kid, I've been watching you.
I've noticed you, and I'm paying attention.
Sleeping in the lilies with that old dull-bladed knife.
You're sleeping in a comfortable, peaceful environment, but with a dangerous tool nearby.
Still in those bulletproof pyjamas you've worn all your life.
You're clinging to old habits and ways of thinking, even if they might be harmful.
But tonight you're in some murky bar,
You're in a new and unfamiliar environment.
The music's too loud, and you don't feel like dancing.
You don't feel comfortable and don't want to join in the fun.
Not a familiar face in the room,
You don't know anyone around you.
Just that little voice in the back of your head,
Your thoughts and inner voice are the only things keeping you company.
That's always been there, but tonight it says:
Your thoughts are becoming more intense and meaningful.
The days are getting shorter, the air is getting colder,
The world around you is changing.
And as you sip your rum and coke, kid,
You're trying to relax and forget about everything.
You're just getting older.
You're realizing that time is passing quickly and you're getting older.
You realize you're sweating, and the air around you stinks,
You notice the unpleasantness of your surroundings.
You stumble to the bathroom,
You're trying to escape the situation and find some peace.
Throw your head beneath the sink.
You're trying to cool down and collect yourself.
And as you raise your eyes, your lips release a little groan,
You're unhappy with what you see when you look at yourself.
'Cause the face that's grinning back at you,
Your reflection is not comforting or reassuring.
Just isn't quite your own.
You're feeling disconnected from yourself.
So you go back to your lily petals,
You retreat back to safety and familiarity.
Pull those old pyjamas tight,
You cling to old habits and ways of thinking.
But you can't shake this feeling
You're unable to get rid of your sense of unease.
That your life is just a game of chess
You feel like your life is a game with opposing forces at play.
Where ancient gods and devils fight.
You feel like powerful forces are battling for control of your life.
People stagger by you,
Others around you are struggling.
Thick blood running down their faces,
You witness suffering and pain in those around you.
While little jet-black serpents
You see small things that seem menacing and harmful.
Try to mate with your shoelaces.
You feel like small things are trying to bring you down.
An old blind dog's been at your heels,
You feel pursued by an unrelenting obstacle.
With the overpowering stench of decay.
You're dealing with something unpleasant and overwhelming.
And an old friend sends a package.
Someone from your past is sending you something.
The skull inside it seems to say:
The object you receive contains a message.
I'm the face in every mirror, the shadow at your feet,
You feel like there's something following and watching you at all times.
The little light that glows behind
You sense a presence or energy that cannot be explained.
Each pair of eyes that you meet.
You feel like others are watching and noticing you.
You can hide inside your castle,
You can retreat to a place of safety and comfort.
Spend years thinking you're free,
You can believe that you're living a life free of burdens.
But I'm like ancient Rome, baby, all roads lead to me.
You cannot escape the inevitability of certain things.
Okay kid, let me tell you a little story.
I have a story to tell you.
See, I don't get into town too often these days,
I don't come around as much as I used to.
But sometime soon old Jack Frost's gonna blow back into the heart of the big city.
There will be a sudden and unwelcome change in the environment.
And I'll scream until the buildings melt,
There will be an intense and chaotic response to the change.
Then whisper 'til they freeze.
The response will become whispered and restrained.
And I'll stand on an icy tower with every eye fixed on me.
The response to the change will be focused on this one aspect.
And everyone will follow,
Others will look to me for guidance and direction.
As I raise my left hand to the sky,
My actions will be noticed and draw attention.
And together we'll peel back the fabric
We will uncover something hidden and unknown.
Of this world and stare into the void that lies behind.
We will confront something that is unknown and perhaps frightening.
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
Written by: JASON WEBLEY
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