EJ Thomason

EJ Thomason

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Biography

Jane started playing music and writing stories when she was very young and combined the two in her early teens regularly playing at local concerts and school gatherings. The storytelling side took over and Jane wrote plays and created performance art using music and words collaborating with visual artists in the U.K and Italy. Her piece for solo actress based on the works of the poet Sylvia Plath was performed at the RSC festival at the Almeida Theatre in London and received excellent reviews in the national press. Jane was diverted from her creative side for a few years starting a family and pursuing a legal career. In May of this year Jane sold the jewellery she had inherited from her grandmother in order to buy the steel-strung guitar she had always wanted and hasn't stopped singing and writing songs since. In June she entered one of her new songs "A Place to Rest" in the U K Songwriting Contest where it took semi finalist in two categories.

Lyrics

A Place to Rest

Written By: E J Thomason

I'd like to say - I've been waiting
Waiting all my life, for you
But everybody says that
About the one they love, don't they?
And everybody knows it's never true
But of all the things I think
And all the things I feel
I'll hand you the best
That after all the years of travelling
And fearing and fighting
I've found a place to rest
In you, my heart, my weary heart
Has found a place to rest

We're floating
Motes of dust in moonlight tonight
We've been floating from the start
You know I wrapped my ragged hopes around you
And bound you to my heart

And I'd love to say - I've been waiting
Waiting all my life, for you
But everybody says that
About the one they love, don't they?
And everybody knows it's never true
But of all the things I think
And all the things I feel
I'll hand you the best
That after all the years of travelling
And fearing and fighting
I've found a place to rest
In you, my heart, my weary heart
Has found a place to rest

We're moving into easy oceans now
Where a breeze of promise lifts the air
With hope and love and lust
Billowing out before us
The mechanics of time and trust set fair

And you know I'm longing to say - I've been waiting
Waiting all my life, for you
But everybody says that
About the one they love, don't they?
And everybody knows it's never true
But of all the things I think
And all the things I feel
I'll hand you the best
That after all the years of travelling
And fearing and fighting
I've found a place to rest
In you, my heart, my weary weary heart
Has found a place to rest

Copyright E. J. Thomason 2009

jane.thomason@btinternet.com

Something so Good

Written By: E J Thomason

He's smiling as he sweeps away the leaves
Thinking of the letter he's going to send
He never knew before that Love has many guises
And sometime Love can just be a friend
Sometimes Love can just be a friend

The end of the day is slipping home between the clouds
But he no longer fears the night
Now he welcomes wishes like lovers to his dreams
Just to hear them sing
"How can something so good feel so right?
How can something so good feel so right?"

Sitting talking easy with a fine drink by your side
At last he knows that to take rich moments is not to steal
He's been a long time learning that passion can play a cruel part
That love doesn't need to pierce the heart to be real
No love doesn't need to pierce the heart to be real

The birds are sinking into silence as dark falls like a net
He pulls the pages towards him and begins to write
He's hunting for words he's never used this way before to say
"How can something so good feel so right my friend?
How can something so good feel so right?"

Copyright E.J.Thomason 2009
jane.thomason@btinternet.com

City Lullaby

Written By: E J Thomason

The bridges and the statues
Are longing to sway
As night spreads like hemlock through the sky
And the rooftops and the doorways
Are drowsy with desire
They're all listening to the city lullaby
Listening to the city lullaby

Oh the air is rich with dreams and curses
Circling the streets
And struggling to fly
If you bend your mind back into itself
And listen with your soul
You might hear the hue and cry
You might hear the hue and cry

The bridges and the statues
Are longing to sway
As night spreads like hemlock through the sky
And the rooftops and the doorways
Are drowsy with desire
They're all listening to the city lullaby
Listening to the city lullaby

Dancing barefoot and lonely in the park
Where the flowers offer their perfumes to above
He's searched every alleyway and bar from here to heaven
Just to make sure there's no such thing as love
Just to make sure there's no such thing as love

The bridges and the statues
Are longing to sway
As night spreads like hemlock through the sky
And the rooftops and the doorways
Are drowsy with desire
They're all listening to the city lullaby
Listening to the city lullaby

"Never look down" her daddy used to say
"Never let me see the circles of defeat in your eye"
She feels the kiss of the wind as she steps out into space
And she knows that now there'll be no more time to cry
She knows that now there'll be no more time to cry

The bridges and the statues
Are longing to sway
As night spreads like hemlock through the sky
And the rooftops and the doorways
Are drowsy with desire
They're all listening to the city lullaby
Listening to the city lullaby
Listening to the city

Copyright E.J. Thomason 2009
jane.thomason@btinternet.com

The Travelling Man

Written By: E J Thomason

Behold
The Travelling Man the Travelling Man
The precious pedlar passing through
Carrying only what he can

The bridges boughs and byways are his hearth and home
It's in his blood and sinews he was born to roam
He sees we're moving in a bleak and blind terrain
He knows that all things fall like shadows in the rain

He's singing for his supper
But he's really singing for their Grace
See the lines of roads and railways
Written in his face

For a moment he owns the place where his feet walk
And when he sits to rest the spirits come and talk with
The Travelling Man the Travelling Man
The precious pedlar passing through
Carrying only what he can

They never lift their heads to look into his eyes
But if they did they'd stand amazed in wild surmise
They'd see the oceans mirroring the stars
They'd see this blue orb spinning with all its dark diurnal scars

He's singing for his supper
But he's really singing for their Grace
See the lines of roads and railways
Written in his face

His clothes are ragged so many dismiss him with a glance
But when he lifts his voice to sing the spirits come and dance because
He's the Travelling Man the Travelling Man
The precious pedlar passing through
Carrying only what he can

He's walked through time and tempest famine flood and snow
However long the journey there's always another league to go
He's seen the great winds lift the icy geese to fly
He's seen the hand of heaven burning in the sky

He's singing for his supper
But he's really singing for their Grace
See the lines of roads and railways
Written in his face

Long ago it all began
His mama told him "When you were born the spirits came to me and sang -
'This boy, your boy will one day be
The Travelling Man the Travelling Man
The precious pedlar passing through
Carrying only what he can' "

Behold
The Travelling Man

Copyright E.J.Thomason 2009
jane.thomason@btinternet.com

'Neath the Stars

Written By: E J Thomason

We're swirling and swooning
Swirling and swooning
Like idle messengers
'Neath the stars tonight

You've run me to earth
You have run me to earth
With your fine wild song
And now I'm come to dally and delight

You disarm with words
Designed to wake the heart
And banish ease

As a late light wind
Skips its sweet gavotte
Between the dark and courtly trees

Let me look on you
Let me look on you
And let me see
That all is as it seems

For I am turned my love
I am turned
I am dancing
And I am planting dreams

If all things are connected
Then it's only
With this slender silvery strand

I've been swimming for the shore so long
I cannot sense
My skin upon the sand

You've run me to earth
You have run me to earth
With your fine wild song
And now I'm come to dally and delight

So we're swirling and swooning
Swirling and swooning
Like idle messengers
'Neath the stars tonight

copyright EJ Thomason 2009

jane.thomason@btinternet.com

Waves

Written By: E J Thomason

She's been driving since the night before the night before
Angry tears of rain upon the screen
She's listening to a voice that's pinioned to her heart, it's saying:
"You need to find a place
A place you've never been
A place you've never been"

And deep inside she feels
"Well- we're all just Fortune's slaves"
Deep inside she feels
"We're all just Fortune's slaves"

She passes rundown shacks and railway tracks as the road rolls out like canvas
But every place looks like a place she's seen before
Black velvet skies with diamond eyes are watching overhead
And suddenly she knows
She's headed for the shore
She's headed for the shore

And she understands it's just familiar pain
And not the memory she craves
It's just familiar pain
Not the memory she craves

The sun is rising from the sea it's like the first day on earth was meant to be
As she kicks off her shoes and steps onto the sand
She follows shells and streams and driftwood dreams down to the breakers in the bay
The beginning and the end
The edge of land
The edge of land

She takes - she takes - she takes the gold from her finger
And throws it to the ever waiting waves
She takes the gold from her finger
And throws it to the ever waiting waves

The ever waiting, ever waiting
Ever waiting, ever waiting waves

copyright E J Thomason 2009

jane.thomason@btinternet.com