Vesper & Lull

Vesper & Lull

BandCountryFolk

Vesper & Lull is named after the streets where we live. Mony Jackson, that's me, writes and sings the songs, while my good friend Mike Burawski produces and plays all the instruments. Although we've been playing and collaborating for many years, this is the first time we decided to be a duo. Our music leans towards country and folk, but we're from LA, so it leans that way too.

Biography

Vesper & Lull is made up of Mike Burawski and Mony Jackson. They write and play country music, sometimes alternative country, or folk, depending where you lean, but they're from Los Angeles. I know, right? But location shouldn't matter unless you're opening a new coffee house.

In a previous band, they played blues, five years, give or take. But on and off, they've been collaborating and recording songs, for what, about a decade now? So finally, they're giving it a go as a duo, with special guest players now and then.

Mony is currently going through her Mommy-phase and is writing and singing mostly parenting songs (don't worry, they're not too sappy), although some have argued that Kleenex Tissue should be one of their sponsors. Mike is a saint and a pro, so he will produce and play any song she writes, as long as they're good.

They would also like to brag that they both came from non-professional-musical lineage, well maybe a few amateur banjo and piano players during family reunions, but no, NO opera singers or guitar virtuosos from the tree.

But seriously, thank you for listening. After all, that's what music is all about. That and merchandising. We're thinking action figures.

Lyrics

Matchbox Car

Written By: Simonette Jackson

He is waiting with his matchbox car
by the window, he’s wondering where you are
and when you pull up and park under the mulberry tree
from the kitchen I can hear him shouting, “Daddy is here!”
And I know you’re tired
and you’d rather not be bothered
you can shower him with toys, but all he wants is time
time to play with his father

You know he’s watching, copying the way you move
the way you love me, he’s learned to hold my door open like you
and all the stories you’ve read him and all the prayers he’s heard you say
I bet, like you, he’ll race matchbox cars with his children someday
Yeah I know you’re tired
sometimes you’d rather not be bothered
you can turn the TV on, but all he wants is time
time to play with his father
There’s a tire missing from his favorite car
the red one you gave him when he turned three
there’s a missing tooth from his big wide grin
when you let him win
And I know you’re tired
sometimes you’d rather not be bothered
with all the people on this earth, all he wants is time
time to play with his father

He is waiting with his matchbox car

Seahorses (Beautiful)

Written By: Simonette Jackson

When he touches cobwebs he finds seahorses
diamonds when he looks through a chain link fence
doesn’t mind the traffic, he just counts the cars
as they drive, drive, drive
when all I see are tail lights and white lines
Wish that I had his eyes
see the world and call it beautiful
his eyes
brown like mine
when he looks at me he calls me, calls me
beautiful

He shows me how the rainbow swirls in oil and water
points out all the colors on graffiti’d walls
plucks a dandelion head and calls it a flower
and then blows, blows, blows
when all I see are weeds stuck between my toes
Wish that I had his eyes
see the world and call it beautiful
his eyes
brown like mine
when he looks at me he calls me, calls me
beautiful

When did cotton castles turn into clouds
when did it all turn gray
turn it back again (turn it back again)
and help me see like a child

Wish that I had his eyes
see the world and call it beautiful
his eyes
brown like mine
when he looks at me he calls me Mommy
beautiful

My baby is so beautiful…

Wish I Was Her

Written By: Simonette Jackson

Wish I was that pillow cradling your head.
wish I was that ol’ Rolling Stone shirt you wear to bed
wish I was the Catcher in the Rye
and be read by you (oh) so many times
wish I was her
wish I was her
wish I was her

Wish I was that chapstick soothing your dry lips
topstitching on your Levi jeans rubbing at your hips
wish you’d sing me like you sing “Paint it Black”
then you’d know me line by line, word for word, front to back
wish I was her
wish I was her
wish I was her
the girl who’s stroking your hair while you lay on her lap
the girl you’re spooning on afternoons while you nap
the girl who’s tracing your lips like she’s tracing a treasure map
from your mouth, down your throat, to your heart

Wish I was that headphone pressed against your ear
I’d whisper over and over again “I love you, I love you “
wish I may, wish I might be the girl you hold tonight
wish you’d look at me, really look at me, and see me for the first time
but you’d wish I was her
you’d still wish I was her
wish I was her

How To Fly

Written By: Simonette Jackson

How to Fly
© 2011 Simonette Jackson

Have you seen this baby picture
that’s you clinging on my finger
and there’s your daddy waiting up ahead
with his open arms saying “at’a girl you’re almost there”
Like a brand new bird on the last day of spring
on tippy toes and untried wings
but that’s when it happens, only when you try
it’s while you’re falling you learn how to fly

Remember taking off the training wheels
I’ve lost count how many band aids been peeled
now here you are falling head over heels
with a brown eyed boy (hmmm)
Like a brand new bird on the last day of spring
with eager heart and a song to sing
but that’s when it happens, only when you try
it’s while you’re falling you learn how to fly

And from the safety of the nest, to no safety nets at all
I take a leap of faith each time I watch you fall
Like a brand new bird on the last day of spring
on tippy toes and untried wings
but that’s how it happens, only when you try
it’s while you’re falling
it’s while you’re falling, yeah
it’s while you’re falling
you learn how to fly, fly, fly

End of the World Lullaby

Written By: Simonette Jackson

And if the sun goes super nova
I’ll give you shade
and if the dead come back to life
don’t be afraid
cause I’ll be here beside you
yeah I’ll be here beside you
with a parasol and a shotgun on my shoulder
and know that I will love you forever

And if the polar ice cap melts
I’ll be your lifeguard
if nuclear bombs rain on our heads
I’ll dig a shelter in the yard
Yeah I’ll be here beside you
I’ll be here beside you
with a floating device and canned goods in the cellar
and know that I will love you forever

Close your eyes now
and dream of dolphin smiles
go to sleep now
and when you wake you’ll find that all is right

Should all the trees be bulldozed over
I’ll bring you air
if white, red, black, pale horsemen ride
we’ll say a prayer, say a prayer
and I’ll be here beside you
always here beside you
with oxygen tanks and a crucifix on the dresser
and know that I will love you forever
and know that I will love you forever