Pieces Of You Booklet
| This is a promotional booklet produced by Atlantic Records prior to
the release of Pieces Of You. Hopefully one day I'll get myself a
scanner so that you can read the text as it appears on the page. But
hopefully what follows should give you some idea of Jewel's 'creative'
spelling. The booklet also contains the poems "UPON MOVING INTO MY VAN",
"PARKING LOT" and "ME"
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Who Will Save Your Soul
This was written when I was 17 and is one of
my "first Batch" songs. (first batch meaning one of the
1st ten I wrote.) I had no idea I would write songs. I
learned to play guitar at this age only so I could hitch
around mexico, earning my way with street singing &
foot massages for Brittish Blue hair tourists. Every time
I wrote a song I figured it was the last. I still feel this
way to varying degrees. In my wildest dreams I would
never have guessed that someday the whole world may
be looking over my shoulder to read my incredibly
sloppy and Spelling-So-Bad-You-Think-Your-Reading-A-
Foreign-Language scribbles. (This is a little visual intermission: You may resume reading now)
I was just on a Long and incredibly sleepless GreyHound
Bus ride & bored out of my skull w/ a pen in my hand.
Peices Of You
I wrote this about a girl who hated me at the time.
I wanted to tittle it Ugly girl.
Little Sister
Also a first batch song. I was home in Alaska.
An old freinds younger brother was looking for ways to spice
up life in a small town, w/ even smaller action.
It made me sad to see there was so much beauty
around and all he could think to do was drugs and T.V.
Foolish Games (tips for good blanket makeing)
I quilted this song by useing a variety of
poem peices I wrote over the years. I collected
various lines to make patchwork verses and then
wrote the chorus to tie them all together.
Near You Allways
I don't know where this came from. It
just wouldn't let me go to sleep one night 'till
it was 2/am and finished.
Painters
In tenth grade I was facinated with the
question "what was immortality?" I read numerous
Philosophers, but the theory wich has stayed with
me was that of Plato, the Symposium. The idea that through
Love and Beauty we acheived immortality. Putting all
our soul in our work makes it not only alive with passion
and emotion,but also it exists as one of the truest and
most honest expressions of self. Makeing life a beautifull
Art, the art then retaining life. I still believe Beauty is
one of the most important and difficult things to create
and express.
Morning Song
This marked a new Direction for me ;something
with a smidge of Humor. I allways felt funny was
cheezy and that cheezy was bad. Untill I met
Steve Poltz of the RugBurns. He showed me
humor sometimes works better - laughter more
easily heard than pain.
Adrian
Also a Steve and Jewel expirament , this time
at my House . Neither of us knew an Adrian but
Mary Eperson is actually an elderly Piano teacher
back in my Home town of Homer. ( when recently asked
she told me she doesn't know an Adrian ,either )
Sensative
This,like Peices,was written in three minuets ,or somthing
rediculous . It was a word burp , when your so upset or
passionate about something that you throw up words. Also like
Peices Of You,I thought everone would hate it. I wrote it because
i'm tired of being sinical .It just doesn't feel good anymore ,yet
the world seems to stomp any tender notion we may hope to have .
Originally the 1st line was "I was thinking that I might die today...."
but I saw a recycling ben and remembered someone told me the
power of the brain is to recycle thought. Just like a water filter
it can take in a Ugly thought and turn it back out as somthing
much more paletable. So much pollution begins with our
minds it's amazing, and to quote the sageistic dadeo's of
Earth Wind an Fire "Your only as beautifull as your thoughts."
You Were Meant For Me
I wrote this song with Steve Poltz (RUG BURNS)
while in mexico on a 3 day research project ,the point
of wich being to determine weather or not Spegetti Squash
would feel like fur if you felt it with your left hand
while petting a Pigme Pig with your right. As childeren
we were both impressed by third Grade science . The
"taste pepsi smell a Onion" test changeing our lives forever.
Don't
This is the 3rd song I wrote , and I thought it was the
stupidest song I could ever hope to write. At the time I
could not yet play a waltz on guitar , so I played in 4/4
and sang in 3/4 time (wich hurts) untill some one
showed me how.
Daddy
when I was seven years old , my family went over
to a friends house for dinner . They had a daughter my age
and two boys the same ages as my two brothers.
The parents got boreing in the living room ,so we all
went and watched T.V. in the bedroom, where
my favorite show just happened to be starting. I'll
never forget that soulfull voice that sang the opening
song "Movin' on up , to the top...." The Jeffersons!
I loved bald George, I'd never seen a bald guy
with so much confadence . And Louisa(weasie )
was allways so witty. For some reason the
hosts' kids diddn't want to watch it , so I
insisted in full seven year old splendor . About
half way through , just as Georges dorky honkey
neighbors were about to commit the social blunder
of the centurie and cross the
cool line into the valley of all white bread ignorance, the
kids' father came in , turned the T.V. off,
called his kids into a private room, and
returned them with tears in their eyes. When
I asked why he was mad , they said they
weren't allowed to watch black people on T.V.
I allways wondered how the kids turned out ,if they
followed his pattern. Daddy is aboute the immeasurable
influence Parents have over us at tender and
defenceless ages.
Angel Standing By
I believe in Angels. I believe that in my loneliest moments
I have not been alone . That no one truely is .
Amen
I wrote this indirectly for Kurt Kobain ,but more
precisely for the Angst he represented , but even more
excactly for the hopelessness so many felt afer his death .
The dilema of what does it mean when our Heroes
and Idols kill themselves. Personally this is my favorite
song that made it on the album , both for singing and
for it's words.
P.S. For your own book on
How to transcribe and translate Jewels
creative spelling into common English
just write to PO BOX 4634 Homer AK 99603
(please specify American English or Queens English)
"All that is not given is lost"
- Hasari Pal
