Eric Michael Jones

Eric Michael Jones

 New York City, New York, USA
BandRockSinger/Songwriter

Original songs in a nuevo classic rock style. All songs are available for free YouTube synch license, please go to StudioliMusic.com for details.
[ASCAP]

Biography

Grew up in the Motor City influenced by Stooges, Temptations, MC5, Stevie Wonder, Bob Seger. Started writing introspective songs and moved to California. Got tired of that, started writing proto-punk-pop and moved to New York. Started writing pseudo country then combined all of the above.

I'm a songwriter and recordist. I generally handle all the instrumentation and vocals.

Lyrics

Weeping Dry

Written By: Eric Michael Jones

WEEPING DRY
© ERIC MICHAEL JONES (ASCAP)

You and I had a love for the ages
I can't believe we let it slip away in stages
Another argument
A few more words to resent

Dramatic scenes and all your phony shrieking passion
Placing liens on little bits of love you rationed
I've had it up to here
I will be really clear
This time goodbye is really here

You didn't try to block the door when I said that I would leave you
You're weeping dry and anymore I guess I don't believe you
Do you want me back?
Is it just an act?
Because every time I see you cry
You're weeping dry

You pretend like you've already flushed your feelings
But you tell your friends that I left you crushed and reeling
It's not reality
You're not on TV

You're just sitting in your pink and pearl castle
Writing on your blog that I am such a total ass
So I'm gonna let it slide
Venom misapplied
I knew our love had really died

You didn't try to block the door when I said that I would leave you
You're weeping dry and anymore I guess I don't believe you
You say you want me back
I think it's just an act
`cause every time I see you cry
You're weeping dry

The first time I tried to leave
You threw yourself in front of me
Pounded on my chest to stay
Next time was a comedy
You tried to block the door but we
Wound up making love all day
We took a trip out to the vinyards
There are two things I remember
One was fighting over paper towels
The other was the sweetest walk
Into the midnight woods
Hooting at all the owls

Love is surely quizzical, I don't pretend to understand it
Part mental and part physical I've really got to hand it to you
You broke the rules
Then you played it cool

I went to get my things and that's when it really hit me
Half the shirts in there didn't even fit me
You and another guy
Hung me out to dry
Now there'll be no more wondering why

You didn't try to block the door when I said that I would leave you
There's something in my eye and I just can't believe you
Don't want me back
It was all an act
Now it's my turn to cry
Until I'm dry

Weeping dry

Every time that you walk by I wonder why

We've Got A Beautiful Love

Written By: Eric Michael Jones

WE'VE GOT A BEAUTIFUL LOVE
© Eric Michael Jones [ASCAP]

You could be a sinner, you keep getting thinner
Went swimming after dinner and sank like a beginner
Don't care what the neighbor saw, didn't have to call the law
We were playing quick draw, pulled a chord from my jaw

You can feed the alligator
Just don't make me sadder later

If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind

From the day I knelt we have had a mind melt
Played the cards that we were dealt, a life without a seatbelt
Smoke until our lungs are black, calling in the medevac
Popped all the bubble-wrap I knew this was a booby-trap

I'm on needles and pins
Somebody cue the violins

If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind

We've got a beautiful love
We've got a beautiful love

No pink bouquet romantic cliche
But we've got a beautiful love
No church bell ringing or bluebird singing
But we've got a beautiful love
Singing in the nightclub, swinging in a hot tub
Hey! we've got a beautiful love
Now I'm taking you home to our furry little pleasure dome

Back in New Amsterdam we didn't even give a crap
Never really had a plan bigger than a subway map
Now you're getting shampooed wearing those paper shoes
I can't even transfuse because of bad tattoos

We had an understanding
Neither one of us would be the last one standing

If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind
If I lose your beautiful love I'll simply lose my mind

We've got a beautiful love
We've got a beautiful love

Helicopter Mutant Men

Written By: Eric Michael Jones

Helicopter Mutant Men
© ERIC MICHAEL JONES [ASCAP]

Green, the finest color I have ever seen
With my blue eyes I’ve seen the rainbows flash across the sky
It's filled with ice and sparkles in the frozen night
Searching for the light

I know that there are mutant men, I’ve seen them on TV
I’ve seen them in the laundromat and I think that they’ve seen me
Because I’ve caught them sleeping in my bed
I hear them hovering overhead tonight
Searching for the light

The sun is the reason for every single thing you’ve ever done to stay alive
People used to die when they were thirty
Five hundred years ago lived a man who we all think we know
But we don’t know the reason that he’d spend his life
Searching through the lonely lonely sky to teach us how to fly

The machines that we’ve built since then have speeded up the pace
They tell us what we want to hear and keep us in our place
The are using up our memory and taking up our space
But you can pluck the passion from your heart and stick it in your carry-on case

Machines. We try to recreate our dreams again, and simply act like mutant men
Designing more machines to make our tools but they see us for the fools we are
Machines will surely triumph in the end
We’ve started imitating them

The helicopter mutant men come down and take their place
They live among the scenery within the human race
They are using up our energy and taking up our space
They can suck the love out of your heart and wipe that stupid grin right off your face

Green, green, the finest color I’ve ever seen,
Seen with my blue eyes I’ve seen the rainbows flash across the sky
The sky is filled with ice, it sparkles in the frozen night
Searching for the light
Searching for the patience that we need to tame our awesome might
We go on living now and peel that membrane back somehow to find
The other 85 percent of our teeny tiny minds
Where we separate the wrongness from the right
We go on searching for the light

I know that there are mutant men, I’ve seen them on TV
I’ve seen them in the laundromat and I think that they’ve seen me
Because I’ve caught them sleeping in my bed
I hear them hovering overhead tonight
Searching for the light

The helicopter mutant men come down and take their place
They live among the scenery within the human race
They are using up our energy and taking up our space
They can suck the love out of your heart and rip the flesh right off your face

I guess that we're all mutant men 'cause I've been on TV
I've seen you in the parking lot and I know that you've seen me
Because I caught you thinking in my head
I hear you hovering overhead tonight
Searching for the light

I'm Not Country

Written By: Eric Michael Jones

I was born in New England
Lived here all my life
Got a three bedroom house in the suburbs
With my two kids and my first wife
Went to USC, got a degree
I must have learned a thing or three
But I never learned the right way
To hang a tire swing from the old oak tree

I’m not country
I never owned a pickup truck
Don’t drink too much or get in fights
Never been down on my luck
I never rode a painted pony
Across a meadow fresh with dew
But if I’m ever born again my friend
That’s the first thing that I’ll do

Got a picture of the Smokey Mountains
Taped to my office wall
Down at the local pub
I pretend a southern drawl
And put Johnny Cash on the jukebox
Because he makes my heart ache
Staring out the window at the taxicabs
I think God must have made some cruel mistake

I’m not country
Never plowed a field of corn
I never rode in an eighteen-wheeler
Or even blew the horn
Never made love to my sweetheart
Underneath the sky so blue
But if I’m ever born again my friend
Gonna do that too

I’ve been to London
Paris, Beijing and Bangkok too
Sip martinis with the jet set in New York City
So why am I blue?
Because I’d rather be alone on an old dirt road
Just kickin’ stones
I’ve never been to West Virginia
But to me that sounds like home

But I’m not country
That’s just songs on the radio
And I ain’t goin’ down to Nashville
To some Grand ol’ Opry show
Never wore a cowboy hat or boots
Or chug-a-lugged a brew
But you’d better believe in my next life
That’s the third, fourth and fifth thing I’m gonna do

I’ll never own a pickup truck
I don’t drink too much or get in fights
Never been down on my luck
I never rode a painted pony
Across a meadow fresh with dew
But if I’m ever born again my friend
That’s the first thing that I’ll do

Copyright Eric Michael Jones [ASCAP]

Personality Skips a Generation

Written By: Eric Michael Jones

Personality Skips a Generation
© ERIC MICHAEL JONES [ASCAP]

I saw a square cloud
It was a perfect square
I never mentioned it out loud
Maybe I wasn’t even really there

Everybody is so annoyed
Walking around in their peculiar days
Either schizophrenic or paranoid
Living beneath that purple haze
Where the waves of fear are crashing over you
It’s a panic in your imagination
Next thing you know it’s a phobia
Personality skips a generation

You’ve been on your own for all these years
Living inside your little room
Filling up your closets with all your fears
Now you’ve got no place to put your broom
You walk down the street and people look at you
They might think you’re pretty strange
Let ‘em walk on by they haven’t got a clue
Nasty habits are so hard to change

In the spiral decline of a phobia
Personality skips a generation
Waves of fear crashing over you
It’s a panic in your imagination

I’m not afraid of cats
I’m not afraid of the number thirteen
I am afraid of rats, but it’s not a phobia
I only care if my hands aren’t always clean

Stare into the sun
I double dare you
Believe it or not living is really fun
Even if those little things scare you
Toss a stone and watch the ripple
Circular logic is to blame
Fear just makes you a cripple
I bet your Grandma was just the same

In the spiral decline of a phobia
Personality skips a generation
Waves of fear crashing over you
It’s a panic in your imagination

I saw a square cloud
It was a perfect square

In the spiral decline of a phobia
Personality skips a generation
Waves of fear crashing over you
It’s a panic in your imagination
In the spiral decline of a phobia
Personality skips a generation

Discography

Papercuts [album]
The Shadow Nose [album]
Wack Synapse [album]
Tramplemoose [album]
Panicky Crispy [album]
Three Car Mirage [EP]