The Jon Cohen Experimental

The Jon Cohen Experimental

 
Montreal, Quebec, CAN
AlternativeIndie

What if Elliot Smith, Daft Punk, Brian Eno and Stanley Kubrick all morphed into a One-Man Band?

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Biography

Throw open the gates of perception, numb yourself to narcotic beats, dance around in circles, just don't stop the sonic alchemy. The Jon Cohen Experimental takes you by the hand and inhales you into his hypnotic, beat driven, ethereal pop music maelstrom. The Montreal ex-Dears guitarist is a veritable one-man orchestra. Playing all instruments live, he constructs a multi-layered polyphony, then loops the soup into tightly crafted songs delivered with raw precision. Cohen's high-energy live shows have garnered buzz from audiences and press alike.

Part indie-rocker, part adventurer, Cohen has spent the last two years touring Canada, USA, UK, Europe and Scandinavia. He supported acts like Mini Mansions (of Queens of the Stone Age), Bloodshot Bill, The Dropkick Murphys, Brasstronaut, Khaira Arby and more, bringing his one-man show to a growing audience. In 2013, The Jon Cohen Experimental will be touring his new record 'Passion Pilgrim' produced by Dave Draves (Jim Bryson, Kathleen Edwards) due out this spring.

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“..Cohen sounds restrained, comfortable and most importantly, like no one else in the Canadian music scene at the moment. “ ***Daniel Sylvester/ Exclaim!***

"..Behold consists of tight, well-crafted songs. Cohen's high, cottony-soft vocals tend toward David Gilmour, with occasional hints of Owen Pallett. His lyrics are surreal and insightful” ***Jody McCutcheon/CHARTattack***

“..Cohen’s subdued, moody crooning brings back what the alternative music world lost with the passing of Elliott Smith.” ***Daniel Levin Becker/ San Francisco Reader***

Lyrics

Hold the Fire

Written By: The Jon Cohen Experimental


Hold the fire

I get a static jubilation contemplating in awe
at the sight of the morning sun

The greatest thoughts are the ones that lie dormant
they are sleeping form the dawn until the day is done

I wrote a poem for a kitty on the way to the canary-islands
where they say the surf is good

I bent the words so crooked left the syllables naked
just so that she understood

I was a curious child bent on succumbing
to the sweet disturbance of the status quo

The story goes I am told I could never paint a pigeon black
and make it sing like a crow

So sad as it may seem I had to bury a dream
that I had written on a patch of snow

It said compassion, compassion is the muscle that you exercise
am I gonna watch it grow

So hold the fire, hold the fire
hold the fire, hold the fire
So hold the fire, hold the fire
hold the fire, hold the fire

Hold the fire keep it burning climb the latter
what's your truth supply when the whip comes down

And if I get any higher means I’m gonna fall faster
till I’m burning in the underground

I’ll get a static jubilation contemplating in awe
I’ll be singing that song with no sound

I hold the fire your desire isin't keeping me warm,
gonna have to burn it around

So hold the fire, hold the fire
don't burn it around

So hold the fire, hold the fire
don't burn it around
So hold the fire, hold the fire

Don't Be The Cloud

Written By: The Jon Cohen Experimental

Don't be the cloud
or as loud as thunder
and if you like to sleep in late
don't be the sunrise either

Don't be the cloud
or as cold as winter
and if you try to play it cool
you're gonna miss the summer

You're not the river, if you got nowhere to flow
You're not the monk, if you've still got hair to grow
You're not the coin, if you don't plan on getting tossed
You're just a stone, sitting on a bed of moss

Don't be the cloud
Don't be the cloud

Don't be the saint
why be the saint, if you wanna be the sinner
and if you don't fancy wearing capes
don't play the hero either

Spread your love,
or spread your hate if you wanna be the hater
But when your life it don't work out
Don't come crying to me later

You're not the island, if you long, to see the shore
You're not the storm, if you've not yet learned to pour
You're not enough when all you want is wanting more
you're such a riot just pretending to be a bore, ooohhh

Don't be the cloud
Don't be the cloud
Don't be the cloud
Don't be the cloud

cause time, is running out
so be what you're all about
time, is running out
so be what you're about

Brain Pollution

Written By: The Jon cohen Experimental


And when they tell you that the sun is not a godess
or that fish only fight at night...they fight at night

and when the tell you that your night in shining armour
is a prick who just likes to fight..he only likes to fight

what if you answered that it's all just an illusion
there's no difference between wrong and right..oh
wrong and right

Then in the end of it who would be the loser
with a smoke but he's got no light.. no light

well in the end it's brain pollution
and in the end it's brain pollution
thats dragging you down

And when they tell you that two wrongs don't a right
make
do you try to keep a straight face...a straight face

And when they tell you that you need an education
don't you wanna join the rat race, oh keep up the pace

and when they ask if you're the problem or solution
just remember it's a mindfuck, ohh yeah

I hope you'll answer that you're always causing ripples
in a pool that represesnts your life...it's your life

but in the end it's all brain pollution
all because of brain pollution
oh don't u see it man, brain pollution
is dragging you down

Lucky Number Seven

Written By: The Jon Cohen Experimental


I think I love you even though I know you live in a
book
It sounds perverted and misguided but I can't help to
look
at night I dream you are besides me on page thirty-
three
we paraphrase and cut the words like worms on a
hook

It's one love that we know
It's two faces that we show
It's three to have to let go
It's four stones that we throw
It's five centuries ago
It's buried six feet below
It's seven if you count the snow
and where will the wind blow

We're frightened but we're not alone
we have each other to wrap onto
our love is like a dream
I hope you'll know what that's like
I hope you know what that's like, she wrote

Lucky number seven went to heaven with shoelaces
untied
Said god forgive me for telling you all of those lies
God said you got it if you promise me that you'll never
to tell
on his way out Lucky tripped and fell right into hell

Chorus..

No More Videos Just Teasers

Written By: The Jon Cohen Experimental

No More Videos Just Teasers

No More Videos Just Teasers
no more gentlemen just geisers
no more rock n roll just goa
dancing naked in the snow-a
trying not so hard to please us
No More Videos Just Teasers
No More Videos Just Teasers

Those lyrics make you lose your shit
You try too hard you break a hip
and in the stretcher ambulance
you still get up and try to dance
trying ohh so hard to tease us

No More Videos Just Teasers
no more gentlemen just geisers
no more rock n roll just goa
dancing naked in the snow-a

Attention spans are getting short
and drugs are cheaper at the port
A little pick me up to ease us
something for all you non-believers
praise the lord oh mighty jesus

And down on Monkland avenue
I head uptown to visit you
so pack your headphones and your sneakers
let's hide out so they don't seize us
I really really want to kiss you.

No More Videos Just Teasers
no more gentlemen just geisers
no more rock n roll just goa
dancing naked in the snow-a