Jeremy Cone

Jeremy Cone

 Brooklyn, New York, USA
BandHip HopSpoken Word

Jeremy Cone is the visionary creator, producer, and performer of "The Field." The Field is a musical myth about growing life told through a unique blend of poetic hip hop, pop, bluegrass, and orchestral rock.

The Field has been produced as a theatrical production in New York's East Village, as an art show in Venice, CA, and as a concert in Brooklyn and Manhattan. A Boston homecoming show is planned for November 21st.

An EP for The Field is in production and will be released in the Fall.

Biography

Jeremy Cone is the visionary creator, producer, and performer of "The Field." The Field is a story told through music, hip hop, and spoken word poetry about growing life. Its universal themes resonate and inspire people to keep going and keep growing.

A Boston area native now living in New York, Jeremy Cone transcends mediums to create an uplifting experience. He works with talented musicians (piano, guitar, bass, drums, cello, violin, horns) and singers to create an authentic and unique sound that mixes genres.

The Field has been produced as a theatrical production in New York's East Village, as an art show in Venice, CA, and as a concert in Brooklyn and Manhattan. A future Boston homecoming show is planned for November 21st.

An EP for The Field is coming in the Fall.


Lyrics

The Field

Written By: Jeremy Cone

Go on my son.
Don’t be afraid.
Go forth to The Field
Where all the lives are made.

Pour your soul into that land
And see what it will yield.
The past is in the womb.
The future’s in The Field.

I’m a pioneer with no fear and no peer.
I’m the only one here.
This frontier deepens by the year.
This is my life it’s becoming clear
It’s not what you know but what you grow
So this is the path we all must go.
My dreams and deeds are seeds. I gotta feed ‘em
But my demons are scheming. Now I must defeat ‘em.
It’s my body fighting my soul.
Both part of me. Both want control.
It’s internal. External. Eternal.I hate this.
My body wants comfort. My soul wants greatness.
What’ll I decide, work or hide?
Excuses used means I barely tried
Where it’s real and nothing’s ideal.
Only the truth is revealed in The Field.

Go on my son.
Don’t be afraid.
Go forth to The Field
Where all the lives are made.
Pour your soul into that land
And see what it will yield.
The past is in the womb.
The future’s in The Field.

Wet with sweat. In debt. Sights set.
I want more than this but it’s all I get.
A small piece of the great unknown
I can work myself. I can call my own.
Not for the vanity. Just my sanity.
I gotta give in my part of humanity.
I’m not the last, nor the first
Explorer tryna make this earth birth in bursts.
I will fail prevail and stumble.
I’ll be grateful. I’ll be humble.
Blank slate. I’m what I create.
I can’t hesitate or wait for fate
Or negate what I have to lose.
I’ll reap my keep. I’ll pay my dues
To the land. My life by my hand.
A grown Field by my own command.

They say:

We wish you sunshine.
We wish you rain.
We wish you pleasure.
Sometimes it comes from pain.

You will be loved.
You will be hurt.
Keep going.
There’s glory in the dirt.

Go on my son.
Don’t be afraid.
Go forth to The Field
Where all the lives are made.

Pour your soul into that land
And see what it will yield.
The past is in the womb.
The future’s in The Field.

The Field goes on forever.
Your lot awaits you there.
You know what it is.
But you don’t know where.

Meanwhile

Written By: Jeremy Cone

A baby cries while an old man dies.
Two lovers look into each other’s eyes.
A poet tries to tell the truth with lies.
A mother steals what another one buys
While the skies are clear. The sky’s got clouds.
A student makes her teacher proud.
A profit is gained. A carpet gets stained.
A voice is unchained. A crook is detained
A football spins. A film begins.
A woman wins and an underdog grins
As a garden hose sprays. A runaway stays.
A worker obeys and an atheist prays
As training wheels come off a bike.
A boy finds out how it feels to be liked.
A light goes out. A light turns green.
A miracle goes unseen.

Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
I’m alive.

Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
I’m alive.

While a learner reads, a new car gets keyed.
A son succeeds and a leader misleads.
A game proceeds while a baker kneads.
A little kid bleeds and a wealthy pleads
As a courtroom stands. A dreamer plans.
A flight’s delayed while another plane lands.
A shirt’s too tight. A van turns right.
A good man kisses his kids good night
While what was normal now seems odd.
A crowd applauds. There’s God in a head nod.
A car’s stuck on the side of the road.
A message is sent. A photo uploads.
Someone cheats. Someone follows the rule.
Someone says “Man, look at that fool.”
Cells multiply.
There’s respectful silence as an ambulance flies by.

Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
I’m alive.

Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
I’m alive.

I had a thought today.
A picture in my mind.
I did something today.
The thought and life combined.

I had a thought today.
A picture in my mind.
I had a thought today.
Oh I let it get away.

Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
I’m alive.

Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
I’m alive.

Oh work in The Field
You strain and you sting
To raise a crown of crops
Proper for a king.\

Oh beautiful Field.
There’s song in each swing.
I’m hearing echoes.
I wanna make you sing.

Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile
I’m alive.

Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.

I’m alive.

Harvest Woman

Written By: Jeremy Cone

I’m working for that Harvest Woman.
She’ll be when my crops have grown.
We’ll explore The Field forever.
She’ll never let me feel alone.

She wears a dress of autumn leaves.
I don’t know this. It’s just something I believe.
Something to achieve. Something to conceive
From blood in my veins and blood stains on my sleeves.
I go where she leads. She keeps me on the path.
The thought of her relaxes me. Mind and body bath.
Absolute good woman. Field saint.
Stays beautiful. Even when the work ain’t.
Even when the world taints pictures that my mind paint.
Faint visions. Free from this prison.
Motivator. Co-Creator.
I’m glad I have her as a collaborator.
Someday the best day of the week.
We’ll meet in The Field, and I‘ll feel her speak.
‘Til then she remains in my brain.
My madness keeps me sane.

I’m working for that Harvest Woman.
She’ll be when my crops have grown.
We’ll explore The Field forever.
She’ll never let me feel alone.

Harvest Woman says-

I can’t wait.
I can’t wait to meet you.
I can’t wait to see
The things you make and do.

Faint visions free from this prison
When She says-

I will know you.
I’ll know how much you work and care.
I’ll know how you grew
Nothing into something there.

I work with this feeling.
I’m digging. I’m scraping. I’m pulling. I’m peeling.
I’m fighting. Writing labor sonnets.
To make it so. To show I want it.
How I do. I need to be beside you.
I see a pretty face and I feel lied to
And I’ve tried to shake this addiction.
But I just wanna make this vision non fiction.
End this affliction at any price.
My daydreams are postcards from paradise.
Wishing I was there. Returning your stare.
It ain’t fair. I can’t bare to just share with air.
I dare you to say this ain’t inspired.
You’re my kerosene queen. My mind is fire.
It’s spreading. Heading through each vein.
My madness keeps me sane.

I’m working for that Harvest Woman.
She’ll be when my crops have grown.
We’ll explore The Field forever.
She’ll never let me feel alone.

I’m working for that Harvest Woman.
She’ll be when my crops have grown.
We’ll explore The Field forever.
She’ll never let me feel alone.

She never lets me feel alone.

Escape Artist

Written By: Jeremy Cone

I want you to take me
Far away from here.
Turn the lights off this world.
Make it disappear.
I’m an Escape Artist.
That’s just what I do.
To get away from myself
And get closer to you.

Dull day about to get brighter.
Remote control. Cigarette lighter.
Things to do. Bills to pay.
Gimme shelter. Oh it’s just a click away.
So I can look away just for a little bit.
Take my time. Take my life off my mind.
Be kind. Don’t remind me of the grind.
Thankfully these blinds aren’t too hard to find.
Just a little sip. Just a little trip.
One more why not for the hell of it.
Just an episode. Just a video.
I can’t look away. Such a pretty glow.
Pity though life’s not life that.
It doesn’t all resole in the third act.
That fact keeps me drifting away.
Embracing places I know I can’t stay.
They-

Take me far away from here.
Turn the lights off this world.
Make it disappear.
I’m an Escape Artist.
That’s just what I do
To get away from myself
And get closer to you.

I choose the news that I’m looking for.
I don’t want unrest. I just want the score.
I know sports aren’t as important than war.
I tune in to tune out. I watch to ignore.
Encore for the void that I try to fill.
With noise toys cheap thrills and steep bills.
Things I can’t need, or afford.
Beats the hell out of being bored.
Being restored as time goes by me.
Entertain me. Satisfy me.
Gratify me. Make it snappy.
I wanna feel good if I’m unhappy.
I don’t need advice. I just need a vice
When life is luke warm water in need of ice.
The price is changing this behavior.
Fruit without the labor.

I want you to take me far away from here.
Turn the lights off this world.
Make it disappear.
I’m an Escape Artist.
That’s just what I do
To get away from myself
And get closer to you.

Don’t you wanna stay here?
See what’s on display here.
Go ahead and stay here.
Things will be OK here.”

It’s OK. It’s a way to make art.
I can’t arrive if I don’t depart.
Start things that I don’t complete.
Life takes time. Time don’t come cheap.

Life I’ve made.
Life I’ve missed
Living in a world
That doesn’t quite exist.
This escape gets me through it.
From it, or to it?

I want you to take me
Far away from here.
Turn the lights off this world.
Make it disappear.
I’m an Escape Artist.
That’s just what I do.
To get away from myself
And get closer to you.

Ground And Sky

Written By: Jeremy Cone

The Field goes on forever
But someday I will die.
My body in the ground.
My soul up in the sky.

My body in the sky
Will get the clouds to form
When you need some rain
I’ll tell that sun to keep you warm.

My body in the ground
Will get the earth to grow.
I’ll tell it to be good to
All the wondrous seeds you sow.

The Field goes on forever.
Even when I die.
You can find me in The Field.
In the ground and in the sky.

In the ground and in the sky.
In the ground and in the sky.
You can find me in The Field.
In the ground and in the sky.

In the ground and in the sky.
In the ground and in the sky.
My love is in The Field.
In the ground and in the sky.

When night is full of darkness.
The stars and moon still glow
Guiding lights of wisdom
Will show you where to go.

The Field goes on forever.
Whatever time goes by.
I'll be there.
In the Ground and in the Sky.

In the ground and in the sky.
In the ground and in the sky.
You can find me in The Field.
In the ground and in the sky.

In the ground and in the sky.
In the ground and in the sky.
My love is in The Field.
In the ground and in the sky.

Forever.
Forever.
The Field goes on forever.
The Field goes on forever
And that’s how long I’ll love you.

In the ground and in the sky.
In the ground and in the sky.
You can find me in The Field.
In the ground and in the sky.

In the ground and in the sky.
In the ground and in the sky.
My love is in The Field.
In the ground and in sky.

Like A Blur

Written By: Jeremy Cone

Someday this will all feel like a blur.
Someday this will all feel like a blur.
Someday this will all feel like a blur.
You never know how young you are
Only how young you were.
You never know how young you are.
Only how young you were.

I’ve come a long way but I’m not there yet.
The more I remember. The more I forget.
So many things I can’t recall.
If I don’t remember, did they happen at all.
I forget the time. I forget the year
But I don’t forget that they got me here.
Here I am. Deeper down this course.
When you see a Field, you seldom see its source.

That’s why-
Someday this will all feel like a blur.
Someday this will all feel like a blur.
Someday this will all feel like a blur.
You never know how young you are.
Only how young you were.
You never know how young you are.
Only how young you were.

Life takes time. Time takes life.
That’s how it grows. That’s how it grows.
Here and now is everything I’ve got.
In The Field of time, the present is my lot.

This is happening. This is happening.
This is a memory.This is a memory.
This is happening. This is happening.
This is a story. This is a story.
This is happening. This is happening.
This is growing. This is growing.
This is happening. This is happening.
This is beginning. This is a ending.

Someday this will all feel like a blur.

Discography

The Field EP (Recording In August)

Escape Artist Single (2014)

Set List

The Field
Harvest Woman
Escape Artist
Meanwhile
Ground And Sky
Like A Blur