J.R.Withers Collection

J.R.Withers Collection

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Any time I play my music for anyone they say that they have never heard anything like it! It is extremely dark and heavy but it also makes you laugh and entertains.

Biography

I am a songwriter originally from New Jersey. I moved to North Carolina at age 9 (against my wishes) with my parents and two sisters and brother. I became an extreme outcast in Charlotte and began to write songs to express my emotions. I returned to New Jersey for college and moved to New York for graduate school in 2006. After working for a total of two years I moved to Istanbul, Turkey to work on my songwriting and regroup. It seems to be working.

Lyrics

Happy F'ing

Written By: J. R. Withers

Happy fucking holidays to u…
Happy fucking New Years to u…
Happy fucking birthday…
Happy fucking life…
Go and have a happy-happy fucking time

Well you said you were leaving…
I said to keep the keeping…

Please take my words as truth
I’m not fucking lying to you…

I feel like I am flying
Without you…

If one day you-feel-like a-po-lo-gizing to me!
Please don’t let those feelings take over thee-e-e

‘Cause I did too much crying…
Even when I was lying in the same bed as you
With you - with you

So happy fucking holidays to u…
Happy fucking New Years to u…
Happy fucking birthday…
Happy fucking life…
Go and have a happy-happy fucking time

Cause between me and you there’s no fuc-king strife…
Please don’t - think - I’m crying
For u!

I’m sighing cause I got rid of U!
What a relief!!
No sucking from my teets
Cause there’s no spawn
From you!

So many times I took you back
Back into my atmosphere
Then a few months after you
Would start acting weird…

Try to wane me off
I could get no more
I really not, really not, really not no more

Good riddance to your attitude
Good riddance to our life

Cause between me and you
There’s no fucking strife

Happy fucking…

Happy fucking…
Happy fucking…
Happy fucking life…

Dear Mother

Written By: J. R. Withers

Dear Mother
I don't want to talk to you…
Just send me money and leave me alone

Oh dear Mother
Your pain so trueeee
Why do you want advice from me?
I'm only twenty-two?

Oh Mother
How I'm suppose to help you?
I don't know anything - its true
I'm just the son of you

Oh Dear Mother
It's not like I don't careeee
I could not love you more
But I don't have the power to cure
I don't know any more than you - doooooo

Wissssh I could wipe those tears away
But my hands can't make them go away
Your just puttin me in moreee in pain
Hope I can get away from this

Oh Mother
Please don't cry or call sooooo much
There is not one thing I can do for you
I am not a crutch!
I can only do so much

Dear Mother
I don't wanna to talk to you…
Just send me money and leave me alone

Dear Mother
What am I suppose to say?
Dad doesn't like you in that way
You need to take a flight away
This isn't quite working out
And you just-just need to quit the plot

Dear Mother
You want to know if you should leave?
How in the hell can I answer that?!
You and Dad always fight like that!

Dear Mother
How I'm 'pose fight for you?
I know its hard
But I don't know anything
Half as much as you
But hearing you cry
Just breaks me in twoooo

Dear Mother
I don't want to talk to you…
Just send me money and leave me alone

Set List


Dear Mother
Happy F'ing
Waiting for you