Jumping off from Here

by I Say Yes

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released April 1, 2014

Sarah Hughes, acoustic guitar, piano and vocals;
Joel Gettys, drumset, percussion, and vocals;
Brooke Peters, upright and electric bass;
Seth Hedquist, electric guitar.

All songs written by Sarah Hughes, except for "I Don't Know You at All," co-written by Sarah Hughes and Joel Gettys, and "What I Know about My Grandfather," which is written by Sarah Hughes and includes an excerpt from Invention No. 4 in D minor, BWV 775 by J.S. Bach.

Recorded by Steve Capp at cappaudioproductions.com
Photography by Austin Hyler at austinhyler.com
Album cover design by Christine Copeland at ddbycc.com

Contact/booking at isayyesmusic@gmail.com

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Sarah Hughes & Joel Gettys

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Track Name: Half-Ass Hug
I'm tired of this illusion that I am not alone
Because I am so alone
I am so alone
And I keep hearing that it's not my fault
But I don't know

What did I do? What did I do?
What did I do that was so wrong for you?
Oh I keep hearing that it's not my fault
But I don't know

And when he gives me this half-ass hug
One arm on my shoulder, oh I think,
"Don't hold me like that, don't hold me like that."
He says, "Take care," and I say,
"I love you still. I love you, still,"

Oh I keep hearing that it's not my fault
But I don't know.
Track Name: Bittersweet
We haven't spoken
Since we parted ways
We were underneath the quilt I sewed for you
And now I wonder what happened
What do you do now
with that warmth?
So I call you
Just to tell you
Just to tell you I'm leaving this time

It's a bittersweet goodbye to you from me
Bittersweet, bittersweet
It's a bittersweet goodbye to you from me
Bittersweet, bittersweet
Goodbye

Now I'm shaking just at seeing your face
How could I ever have thought this was a good idea
My hands are gripping a cup of hot tea
Anything, anything just to feel that warmth
When I tell you I haven't forgotten
When I tell you your words that pierce me

It's a bittersweet goodbye to you with me
Bittersweet, bittersweet
It's a bittersweet goodbye to you with me
Bittersweet, bittersweet
Goodbye

Now I'm hearing your apologies
How you're sorry, oh, you were wrong, you were wrong
And for a moment I start to let go
I start to release you, you're on your own
But it doesn't mean that I don't miss you
I still want all those times of loving you back

It's a bittersweet goodbye to me with you
Bittersweet, bittersweet
It's a bittersweet goodbye to me with you
Bittersweet, bittersweet
Goodbye

Oh it's not that I won't ever love again
Oh it's not that I won't ever love again, oh
But I will not ever love you again, no,
I will not ever love you again

It's a bittersweet goodbye to me with you
Bittersweet, bittersweet
It's a bittersweet goodbye to me with you
Bittersweet, bittersweet
Goodbye
Track Name: I Don't Know You at All (free download)
Again and again
Again and again
I see your face
Feel your embrace
I start to think that
I know love

Day by day
Day by day
I let you in
You let me in
I start to think that
I know you well

'Cause I know your voice
The sound of your breath

But please meet me in the morning
We'll start all over again
We're always starting over again
'Cause the day I think I know you is the day

I don't know you at all
I don't know you at all
I don't know you at all
I don't know you at all
I don't know you at all

I start to fear
I start feeling fear that
You won't love me
You won't love me
Won't you love me still?

If I don't have
Much to say
If I stay the same
If I fail to entertain
If I follow the mundane if
If all I want is
To simply be

Well I know I have fears
I cradle them dearly

But please meet me in the morning
We'll start all over again
We're always starting over again
'Cause the day I think I know you is the day

I don't know you at all
I don't know you at all
I don't know you at all
I don't know you at all
I don't know you at all
Track Name: Weaving
Underneath on top
Underneath on top
Under over under over
Under over on top

Yes the strings of you
And the strings of me
Weaving

Weaving, yes, as in a blue and orange cloth
That one might use to clean the kitchen table
In the winter time

The french doors reflect a clear bright image
Of the tulip lamp that hangs above the table
And I can't see the trees outside
No I can't see the trees outside
It gets dark so early these days

Underneath on top
Underneath on top
Under over under over
Under over on top

Yes the strings of you
And the strings of me
Weaving
Track Name: Arcane
Wind vanes and arcane love
Uncontained freight train drug
City streets, concrete heat
Forgetting me, remember me
Remember me

Blue curtains drifting open
Oh how I wish her exhales could have been

But I've got my reasons for keepin' it arcane
Inscrutable love lays down to rest
Yeah I've got my reasons for keepin' it arcane
For keepin' it arcane, arcane, arcane

Oh how I wish her exhales could have been
Accompanied by soft sounds
Soft sweet sounds

Well I've got my reasons for keepin' it arcane
Inscrutable love lays down to rest
Yeah I've got my reasons for keepin' it arcane
For keepin' it arcane, arcane, arcane
Track Name: What I Know about My Grandfather
His one redeeming quality was that he played the organ
Which isn't even a quality but at least a commitment that he kept.

A few Thanksgivings ago I played a Poulenc nocturne for my dad
He said slowly, "You know, your grandfather could really play.

And I think you get it from him.
Yes, I think you get it from him.
Oh when he played the organ,
He was a musical genius yeah, he could really play."


I play the organ on Sundays as the congregation filters in
Oh it's then, it's then
That I start to wonder about my grandfather

When I'm sitting at an electric organ
With one too many manuals for my comfort
And I'm still relying upon the grace of whatever god might exist
To find the notes that I'm supposed to
Play with my feet
I hope that someday, I too, will be redeemed
I hope that someday, I too, will be redeemed.