Noisy Room Songs Vol. 1: First Faces

by John Donovan

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The "Noisy Room Songs" are three volumes that probably fall somewhere between demos and EPs. They were all recorded in my St. Louis bedroom, in a house by a busy road and a loud train track. Trucks, trains, motorcycles, the front door closing, Spring-happy birds, booming bass from passing cars, and other city sounds creep in and out of the tracks.

The first volume, "First Faces", is a collection songs that I wrote around 3 years ago, when I was just getting into songwriting.

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released 18 April 2012
Vocals on Judy Jane - Adrienne Edson
All else - John Donovan

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tags: americana bedroom folk indie st. louis dallas free guitar missouri organ piano rock texas St Louis

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Track Name: Winters
the one light in my room
doesn't hit my feet
my body stays in shadow
my eyes avoid its reach
and quiet as i want to be
i wish there was nothing
nothing but the whistle of the wind
and the snow that melts upon my skin

the evening is a mystery
i think you are a clue
come here, sit next to me
be calm and tell me who
you would want to be
if there were nothing
nothing but the whistle of the wind
and the snow that melts upon your skin

what a perfect scene
our shoelaces untied
our jackets on the floor
and i cannot decide
what i want to do
now that there's nothing
nothing but the whistle of the wind
and the snow that melts upon our skin
Track Name: I Would Call You
I would call you one in a million
but that would mean there are
seven thousand people just like you
running around
That would not be such a bad thing for me
but I don't think you'd like it at all

And I would call you every single minute
but I'm afraid I'd lose my voice
so I'll call you every other minute instead

And I would call you every name I come up with
There's not a single pretty name I wouldn't call you
But if I'm feeling uncreative
I'll just call you babe
and that's all.
Track Name: Judy Jane
pretty face, what is your name?
i hope i'm okay asking your name
Judy Jane, that is my name
of course you're okay asking my name
you are the most
silly boy I know

"go away" that's what they say
"this ain't your day" that's what they say
you can stay, that's what I say
this is your day, that's what I say
you are the most
pretty girl I know

if you're afraid of thunder and rain
call my name.. I'll point the way
Judy Jane, every day
starting today will be our day
you are the most
lovely person I know
you are the most
lovely person I know
Track Name: California
California's not that far
we should spend the weekend there
We can take my father's car
and listen as my brand new radio
says, "You should know
there are no roads
that go home
from California
You should know
there are no roads
that go home
from California"

Roll your windows down my love
Let your amber hair be free
Watch the shooting stars my love
I'll wish for you if you will wish for me
and listen to the night time sing
we listen to the night time sing
and I know
we're getting close
We're almost
in California
Yes I know
we're getting close
We're almost
in California

Oh, and as we cross the state line
I've got one more stop to make
I'll go in and buy the wine
I promise I won't take too long

Who's that running from the car?
Is that a knife? Is that my radio?
Speak my darling, where is your voice?
Breathe my darling, where is your breath?
Listen to the night time cry
I listen to the night time cry,
"Don't you know
there are no roads
that go home
from California?
Don't you know
there are no roads
that go home
from California?"
Track Name: New Orleans
I packed my bags with all my things
and headed out to New Orleans
the morning birds they sang with me
on my way to New Orleans

And as I walked beside a spring
I spotted something red and green
the prettiest flower I'd ever seen
was on my way to New Orleans

And fearing that this was a dream
I used its thorn to poke my finger
and slowly I began to bleed
on my way to New Orleans

So I picked that flower to carry with me
and nature looked on jealously
for I'd stolen such a precious thing
on my way to New Orleans

But in time the vibrant red and green
were turned black by death's disease
and the flower wilted peacefully
on my way to New Orleans

I laid it on a pile of leaves
and I joined in nature's quiet grieving
the willows they all wept with me
on my way to New Orleans

And no flower beside any spring
will ever match that red and green
the prettiest flower I've ever seen
was on my way to New Orleans
Track Name: Your Hero Is Hurt
I fill your home with my
mistaken poem , my
long overdue "I was
wrong about you" and the

silence stands by as I
let out a sigh and your
hero is hurt and your
hero is hurt

I fill the ground with the
water you found and you
better make room when it
begins to bloom and the

wind plays a hymn and the
clouds sing amen and your
hero is hurt and your
hero is hurt

I fill the sea with a
picture of me walking
over the grave of a
thoughtless charade and your

character breaks just be-
fore you awake and your
hero is hurt and your
hero is hurt

I fill the sky with a
cold fearful cry and
a moment of calm is dis-
rupted by song and the

echoing verse changes
keys as it blurs and your
hero is hurt and your
hero is hurt

I fill myself with the
color that fell from the
crimson display that we
found on the way to our

favorite hill in our
favorite field where we
talked to the birds and heard
grasshopper words and the

beautiful starlight is
one in the same with the
beautiful rhythm that's
filling your veins

we fall asleep with our
cheeks on the dirt and your
hero is hurt and your
hero is hurt