Before We Were Holograms

by Jeffrey T. Smith

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A collection of songs using wide brush strokes, lo-fi and hi-fi mixes, demos/recordings made on cassettes, 1 inch tape, 1/4 tape and digital recording machines. Primitive as in how I (as a kid) I thought of 78 rpm records. Maybe thats a lost image to/for some folks.

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released May 26, 2015

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Jeffrey T. Smith Virginia

Inspired and influenced by early country, blues, rock and pop
Jeff Smith writes songs and tells elongated and elliptical stories about them. Jeff's southern drawl slides in and around his guitar playing and Smith says “on a good night the stories and songs ride on top of a funky kind ofcountry blues pop stomp”. Now residing in the swamps of Virginia, Smith performs club gigs and
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Track Name: Down To Your Nest Mama
I've been down to your nest mama
Down to your nest

While you was out
I seen your babies

Been down to your nest mama
While you were out

And it filled with a fever
I just can't forget
And I'm back here baby
And I'm standing' in your nest

A long time ago
I seen you with your walking babies on
I held your hand and man was it grand

And I felt like walking' with you that day
I never will forget when i was walking with you baby
Track Name: It's The Little Things
I am not a fool prone to flying off the handle
And I am not so bored that i have to cause a scandal
But I might punch the wall in a rage that's been growing
I keep it inside without ever known

I'm doing the best I can without my innocence
When I could take it in stride and use it as my defense

But it's the little things that makes me nuts
The everyday scrapes and cuts that just tear me up

I'm doing the best I can living with the bomb
Even when they alienate every you and me citizen Tom

I try to hold my tongue around joking racial bigots
But I know they've been too long drinking from a poison spigot
I find it alarming how little we show we care
It makes me stop and wonder why do we make life so unfair

Im doing the best I can to improve my attitude
Sometimes it comes easy sometimes I come unglued
I carry the world with me upon my new wrist watch TV

But it's the little things that makes me nuts
The everyday scrapes and cuts that just tear me up
Track Name: I Think We've Got a Holdout
I Think We've Got a Holdout

You're out there on the street doing what you've been taught
Believing it's survival without a second thought
Dressing for success and not missing the tricks
A suit and tie or a bow at the throat to hide the scare of office politics

But I think we've got a holdout someone whose not joining in
I think we've got a holdout someone who is not blending in

Be careful what you say your'e in mixed company
Bit your lip if you're offended there's no pity for the uppity
Now here come your future with it's studied attitude
Inside this box is your guarantee send it in with your gratitude

But I think we've got a holdout someone whose not joining in
I think we've got a holdout someone who is not blending in

The gears turn your mind you've become part of the machine
I can still remember you but I miss the human being
People still love to talk whenever they're together
Pour a drink to break the ice common ground is talking the weather

But I think we've got a holdout someone whose not joining in
I think we've got a holdout someone who is not blending in
Track Name: Everybody's Talkin About Your Talk
About Your Talk

Your words come easy
But you make it so hard
To believe the stories
You turn into art
You get so tangled I your twisted plots
Your motor's always running
And you just can't stop

There's always someone
You want to impress
You think if it's worked once
You've cast your nets
And the ones your thought were fools
Are lining up
Even your entourage
Has had enough

Everybody's talking' about your talk
And the way you act like it's not your fault
The way you rattle like a big dumb doll
Everybody's talking about your talk

I used to laugh at it
Like it was a bad joke
But it kept getting worse
Every word was an ego stroke
Now you're so puffed up
With your own deceit
People avoid you just for relief

Everybody's talking' about your talk
And the way you act like it's not your fault
The way you rattle like a big dumb doll
Everybody's talking about your talk
Track Name: Mr. Anderson and Dig Dag Ratbone and The Drum of Poison Finger Sam
MR ANDERSON

Mr Anderson has a fever
He sits two rows over
His wavy red hair
Is on fire
And sweat beads up
On his upper lip.
And then he burps very loudly
And I cover my ears with my hands
And I turn my head
Cause Mr Anderson is throwing up
Mr Anderson is throwing up

DIG DAG RATBONE
AND THE DRUM OF POISON FINGER SAM

Plastic spatula spaz boy stomp
I seen my baby in Steinman's swamp
Her blue pajamas full of flannel fuzz
Bees all around her head talkin' jive buzz buzz
The alligators talk and swim away
Sh know the language turns night to day
The air could drown you it feels so thick
She stir it up with a gris gris stick.

Did Dag ratbone. The dragon's den
Everything is slow
Motion when
Each breath is fire. Each breath's a curse
When you've seen your baby in the devil's hearse.

Toy boat red slips downstream
Disappears in a fevered dream
Hear the drum of poison finger Sam
Sing the song called I'll be damned
Birds of prey hang on wires
Vampire moon conducts the choir
The mimosa strangled in her vines
Begin to moan shake and whine


Di Did Dag ratbone. The dragon's den
Everything is slow
Motion when
Each breath is fire. Each breath's a curse
When you've seen your baby in the devil's hearse.



The ledge
overlooking
the
waterfall
held you in mid air.

(Verse to be sung by the listener
in between the recorded verses)

Broken bones brittle and sharp
Rattle like diamonds in the dark
A dog with wings flew into town
Demon fairies came out it's mouth
Dig Dag Rat Bone
Track Name: Glarp Wave
Glarp Wave

You can write the lyric.
Track Name: If You're Gonna Make Somebody Believe You
If You're Gonna Make Somebody Believe You

I got your number and I still don't understand
Why you think it's cute to be a liar and tying your hands
It's so easy to be the fool none's gonna hand you the buck
But it takes some character and interest in the follow up

If you're gonna make somebody believe you

I used to let you twist me up I'd hang on every word
You rearranged your promises until you weren't even sure
So much like a boy and his wolf alone in your emergency
But it takes some guts, something more than sympathy

If you're gonna make somebody believe you

You say you're alone with no one to call
you're left holding the bag because you dropped the bag
Sometimes your'e gonna be wrong sometimes you just won't know
But it takes some force of will and a desire to let things grow

If you're gonna make somebody believe you
Track Name: Blood is Blood
Blood is Blood

Well an evil wind stirring up the scent
Bad thoughts rise and are given vent
Vicious thoughts that are cruel and vile
The world's off center and the victim's stand trial

These thought are harbored and they poison the soul
Something snaps and the evil takes hold

Blood is blood ounce for ounce
Don't you know by now it's the thought that counts

What is this thing we call hate

Now I heard of a man with a necklace of bone
Show you the corpse and where the weapons were thrown
Two men and women drinking talking like fools
Don't realize when the jokes turn cruel

This is how the evil begins this is how it starts
Fills in an emptiness where there should be a heart
It's like a virus moving in the wind
Everyone is helpless when the violence begins

Blood is blood ounce for ounce
Don't you know by now it's the thought that counts
Track Name: Your Dark Hair in the Yellow Flames
YOUR DARK HAIR
IN THE YELLOW FLAMES
(w&m JeffSmith c1982)

Hey we are all looking through the glass
We see different scenes of what may pass
A crystal ball with deceptive moves,
dark magic circles lines and screws.

I remember the first time we met
The chemical reactions were a dare and a bet
Then I saw you in another light
The surface dissolved and everything went white

Sometimes I'm dreaming in bright colors
And I can hear you say my name
I turn away and I from these memories
Of your dark hair in the yellow flames

I was allowed one moment's glance
When I held you in broken hands
Terror and danger in a life of suspense
I'm all tied up in sickening spins.

Your sharp blue teeth and your frozen stare
Your magic so wicked so terrible and rare
I see your vapor in the hall
I hear the scratching of your claws
Track Name: I'm Always Gonna Be Here
I'm Always Gonna Be Here

I am just a little guy
Out here looking up at the sky
Im not well and I'm very cold
I'm all alone and I'm three days old

My momma left me here and she never looked back
Wrapped me in a blanket and a garbage sack
I'm so tired and full of fear
Why did my mamma leave me here

Oh momma am I so bad
you threw me away like a beat up old hat
You left me for dead
But I'm always gonna be here in your head

Somebody found me and gave me some food
I felt warm and I began to dream
But I'm too little and I'm way too sick
I can'd hold on much longer like this

I need some big loving arms around me
I need somebody to say hey baby I love you
I need some contact, I need some skin
I need somebody to take me in

Oh momma am I so bad
you threw me away like a beat up old hat
You left me for dead
But I'm always gonna be here in your head

I'm always gonna be here
I'm always gonna be here
I'm always gonna be here
In your head.
Track Name: Mercy Missions
Mercy Missions

You knew I'd make the drive
To pick the pieces up
You were feeling so low down
I couldn't get there fast enough
You said you were out of control
You closed your eyes just to watch them roll
you said you were surrounded by yourself
you had had surrendered you were saved by the bell

Mercy missions in the grey zone
Stealing someone's heart
Mercy mission, the psychic grief patrol
Always hear the saddest part
On mercy missions
Mercy missions get no relief

I got the pitch morning call
To pul you out out out
You slipped into that slump
And tried to fill it with doubt
I suggested and you resented
You had an open wound
You thought it took real nerve
For me to treat it like a bruise