Jim from the Moon

Jim from the Moon

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

My name is Jim from the Moon. I've been writing songs since I was a child which hold root in the traditional story-telling of moons passed, and the aimless fear of these modern times. My aim is to scream some honesty into modern singer/songwriting.

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Biography

At times Jim from the Moon plays acoustic tunes about girls, the devil, and similar distractions. They flow in the vein of Loudon Wainwright III and Neil Young, sung with a voice soaked in years of Irish storytelling. Other times he expels far-out electric rock that is primal and space-ward, with hints of Hendrix's blues. Both sides are focused, catchy, and ready to be eaten by your ears.

Jim is going into the studio this month with drummer Jeff Boyd to record their debut dark folk/space rock album. They will be promoting the album throughout venues in Baltimore/D.C., including headlining the No Kings Collective art show "Leap Year" on February 4th at The Dunes in D.C. with Facil, Downtown and Thomas Pipkin, A.C.M.E., and food provided by special guests Tarsier.

Jim from the Moon has been playing guitar and writing original music since he was 11. Growing up he spent summers with his family in Ireland. There, he was immersed in the culture of storytelling, with seemingly everyone able to pick up any instrument and play a tune. In high school he taught his two friends to play guitar and bass so he could start his first band. They played as the grungy punk rock band Utica with Drummer Evan Sheperd from 2002-’04, recorded demos "Algal Bloom" and "Death To Emo" and played extensively with the local punk rock bands of Northern suburban N.J.

During college, Jim formed the guitar-based rock band Jim Prior and the Band from the Moon with previous bassist Jose Sofio and guitarist John Picini, plus drummer James Monaghan. In 2006 they recorded the "Spacemen EP" with engineer Jon Witte at the Music Machine Studio in Hackensack, N.J. In 2007 that band evolved into Antennae with bassist Jose Sofio and drummer James Monaghan. In 2007 they recorded the demo "Sounds from the End of the World (Heard From Underground)" in Jim's childhood home and played at some legendary venues around N.Y./N.J. (The Stone Pony, Mercury Lounge, Mainstage, The Pussycat Lounge, The Meat Locker). Also in 2007, Jim from the Moon released his first solo album "Raining on the Feathers of a Dead Bird." It was self-produced and recorded by himself in an old attic full of spiders. The album was a mix of layered acoustic and electric guitars, with spacey vocals reminiscent of Frusciante's more concentrated solo work. In late 2008, Jim from the Moon teamed up with childhood friend Sam Lehmert (engineering/bass) and Mike Neglia (drums) to begin work on what would become "The Year I Grew My Hair Real Long." It was an experiment in melding their love of outward-reaching bands such as Radiohead/Devo with their admiration of the pop stylings of ’60s bands The Beatles/The Beach Boys/The Tokens. They finished mixing the album on the same day that Jim moved to Ireland. There, he found himself busking on the streets of Galway, playing local open mics, and writing songs that would later appear on his next album.

In the winter of 2010-’11 he moved to Baltimore and quickly got together with engineer Mike Franklin at Hour Haus Studios to record the EP "I Am Going to Steal You," a short but rich collection of tunes written while in Ireland and Baltimore. It is a stripped-down sound highlighting Jim's unique take on the old Irish "Sean-nos" singing, strummed and plucked to a warm acoustic guitar. Soon after recording "I Am Going to Steal You," Jim started to play with local drummer Jeff Boyd. They began building an impressive repertoire of dark folk/space rock tunes as a two-piece. They have played many venues in Baltimore and D.C. (The 8x10, Joe Squared, Sidebar Tavern, SubmergeDC) and plan to expand their fan base while promoting their upcoming album (due out early 2012).

Jim is constantly writing and sharpening his craft with ventures into many different sounds and influences, on a life-long quest to fill a void he sees in modern music.

Lyrics

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Written By: James Andrew Prior

I didn't black out on my birthday
that's something I tend to do
I didn't drive drunk on my birthday
I'm getting older, it's true

when will I find a girl with the time for a nickel and two dimes?
I'd write a song for you

it complicates things that I'm younger
and you're married too
I didn't black out on my birthday
but I still said some dumb shit to you

you bite my ear and call me a boy,
man, what's a boy to do,
except write a song for you?

Thanksgiving Day

Written By: James Andrew Prior

I woke up with a hole in my head
filled with the feeling I was better-off dead
you rolled over and said, it's Thanksgiving Day

I made the couch, but I missed the parade
cause it's back home and we're so far away
you fell asleep, and I watched a show about war

I would like to find a girl who mends my bones and gently licks my wounds

money drips through my cupped hands
I need a job, but no job needs me
or my junky-looking hair

and it seems to me there is no love
not unless it's hiding in a darker place
I really shouldn't go

I would like to find a girl who mends my bones and gently licks my wounds
a pretty girl who makes me laugh, picks me up and holds me like a womb

oh, you gotta let me open the shades
cause I just need a bit of true light
absence and a bit of true light

my throat is raw, I smoke too much cause I'm out of touch
but oh, anyway
my days are filled, busy finding God or busy rotting away
we shall see

oh, you gotta let me open the shades
cause I just need a bit of true light
absence and a bit of true light
absence in a bit

and if you're done then let me go...

Alarms

Written By: James Andrew Prior

you called me up the other day
with bad thoughts and razorblades
promise me you won't kill yourself tonight?
maybe...

then came the night you nearly did
you showed your mom her bleeding kid
they checked you in when you were trying to check out
ain't it funny?
maybe...

I really wish you didn't cut yourself
I know, I know, it's easy for me to ask of you
I wish you really didn't get so sad
at least not when I'm without wheels and weeks away from you

you stayed a bit in the looney bin
no phone to tell me how you've been
you're painting pictures of castles in the clouds
trying to ween the voices from your head

then things were good on medicine
until the day you did it again
you carved alarms all down your arms
and my head is pounding

I really wish you didn't cut yourself
I know, I know, it's easy for me to ask of you
I wish you really didn't get so sad
at least not when I'm without wheels and weeks away
without wheels and states away from you

Stabings Toward the Truth

Written By: James Andrew Prior

don't just miss me cause you have to
miss me cause you do
and in a perfect world i'd be unhappy next to you

I once told you that I loved you
and back then it was true
but nowadays when I say it
I just don't picture you

don't belittle all my little stabings toward the truth
the one day when I land a thrust
I'll be so far from youth

and so much for good health and well being what it is
I'd love to cum inside of you, but we can't afford no kids

I'd grow my hair for you
I'd bite you up and down
follow you around
break my heart and tell me I'm your man
then I'd cut my hair for you

Esqueleton

Written By: James Andrew Prior

there were nights we talked as if on a first date
but those were the nights your husband worked late
it isn't easy being friends with you when all I want to do is jump your bones
and dance with your esqueleton, and grow old skipping stones

we would flirt, flirt as if we were both free
but we were both taken, in actuality
it isn't easy getting close when i know that you're leaving in July

oh, my new love, sure seems like hell

I would love to build a home
in your hands, and heart, and bones
I would love to build our home
with my hands, and heart, and bones
our home of skin and bones

tangled up in choices younger people made years ago
we recognize their faces, their minds we don't know
I put my arms through you cause I want to wear you out

oh, my new love, sure feels like hell

I would love to wreck his home
with my hands, and teeth, and bones
I would love to build our home
on his heart, and back, and bones
I hate living alone in my home of skin and bones

we're just skin and bones...

In The Light of the Moon

Written By: James Andrew Prior

and I really don't know
why you really did go
baby, but I...
I'm taking it bad
every day I'm so sad
baby, but I...
I read it somewhere
that we shouldn't be scared
cause we are all alone

all alone...

in the light of the moon
we snuck up to your room
heaving chests
holding noise in our throats
as all the world rests

all alone...

and it's really not fair
that you really don't care
maybe tonight...
I can meet you somewhere
and drown in your hair
baby, cause I...
I am living this life
outside of my home

all alone...

Jilted Lovers

Written By: James Andrew Prior

I already love you
we are already there
cause time is such a rambler
we are always everywhere

to live in the ocean
to drift on the sea
I can not misappreciate
the effect it has on me

fashioned of driftwood
land-legs are gone
I'm reading too much into
where we really haven't gone

cause this is all about jilted lovers
and this is not about nothin else
we made war beneath these covers
I need peace with someone else

oh, don't waste my time, my dear
I need it all till I am free from here

I Like You More Than I'd Like To

Written By: James Andrew Prior

I like you more than I'd like to
I like you, and you like me too
I fit you just like a grave blanket
but you don't mind as long as you're warm

and when you're gone, I can't go on
as pathetic as it sounds
when I'm alone I whisper jokes you'd find funny if you were around

I like you more than I'd like to
I'll live with you if you'll live with me too
you make me feel 22 again
I make you smoke during the day

and when you're gone I can't go on
as pathetic as that sounds
when I'm alone I whisper jokes you'd find funny if you were around

and all the leaves agree
they're safer in the trees
though, a golden death below...
and all the trees agree
that summer always leaves
their skeletons stark against snow...

I like you more than I'd like to
when we go out I only talk to you
that night we drank all of that wine on your friends kitchen floor
the time we got stoned in that family friend's bathtub

and when you're gone I can't go on
as pathetic as it sounds
when I'm alone I whisper jokes you'd find funny if you were around

To Live To Roam

Written By: James Andrew Prior

long ago I was born
far away I will die
of other certains, this is love
stick a needle in my eye

won't someone come and rescue me?
too much talk of the economy
great forests they must sometimes burn
and raindrops sometimes fall on me

can you just turn upside down?
pardon me, my love
can you just turn upside down?
I need you more than light

I was born to live to roam
and whatever you're ever wearing is my home
do you think these times are crushing us?
all sharp corners veiled with foam

and you look like new york when you smile
and the truth depends, how heavy was his tongue?
my subconscious lips are taut too young
I wanna be with you for the rest of the while

can you just turn upside down?
pardon me, my love
can you just turn upside down and face the other way?
I need you more than light

You Don't Hear The Dead Whine

Written By: James Andrew Prior

let down your hair, girl
so I can get to know ya
it's so easy now that winter is summer
write down your thoughts now
cause I would love to read them
on a long plane-ride away from here

I know the reason you're all alone
I get the feeling you're just no fun
you said you feel like you're the product of a rape

I can't forget, no, I can't remember
I'm alone here with you and I
oh, B.C., V.D., A.D.H.D., I.V., A.C., I see T.V. giving candy to your kids

no peace for the all alone
will I learn when I'm far from home
that calm is earned through this life of flesh and bone?

people, all, come on!
lead me short and narrow
I'm the king of nothin' goin on
you're the queen of gallows
people, all, come on!
artificial sunshine!
I can't seem to stall the coming shot
though, you don't hear the dead whine

just a little bit of time ago
I was a boy, and barely did I notice
the howl of centuries of men who came before

I am sad enough to drink
I am full of cum and ink
there is not much more to know

people, all, come on!
lead me short and narrow
I'm the king of nothin' goin on
you're the queen of gallows
people, all, come on!
livin' like it's all fine
she has got the eyes of half her age
though, you don't hear the dead whine

let down your hair, girl
so I can get to know ya
I can't climb your new haircut

I know the reason you're all alone
I get the feelin' you're just no fun
you said you feel like you're the product of a rape

Discography

Utica
Algal Bloom EP - 2003
Death to Emo EP - 2004

Antennae
Sounds From the End of the World EP - 2007

Jim from the Moon
Spacemen EP - 2005
Some Sound I Found LP - 2007
Raining on the Feathers of a Dead Bird LP - 2008
The Year I Grew My Hair Real Long LP - 2009
I Am Going To Steal You EP - 2011