Since my mother's death 6 years ago, I have found myself in a state of emotional hardness. Things that should have a profound emotional effect on me alas do not. When I should cry, I remain stoic.

I was browsing through my 15,000+ mp3 archive today and stumbled across a song I hadn't heard in about three years. Joshua Kadison is who the song is by. I heard the opening piano lines and it immediately struck a nerve with me. Tears welled in my eyes before the the first line was sung. By the time the line "Oh jesse, paint your pictures, ‘bout how it’s gonna be. By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.", tears were flowing freely down my face.

I don't about songs like these. They are excellent songs in that they bring back memories of a loved one or a relationship gone by, but they depress the hell out of me.

From a phone booth in vegas, jesse calls at five am,
To tell me how she’s tired, of all of them.
She says, “baby i’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout a trailer by the sea.
We could go to mexico, you, the cat, and me.
We’ll drink tequilla, and look for seashells, now doesn’t that sound sweet?”
Oh jesse, you always do this, everytime I get back on my feet.

Oh jesse, paint you pictures, ‘bout how it’s gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about, our little trailer by the sea.
Oh jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.

She asked me the cat’s been, I said, “moses, he’s just fine.
But used to think about you, all of the time.
We finally took your pictures, down from off the wall.
Oh jesse, how do you always seem to know just when to call?”.
She says, “get your sutff together, bring moses and drive real fast.”
And I listened to her promise, I swear to god this time it’s gonna last.

Oh jesse, paint you pictures, ‘bout how it’s gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about, our little trailer by the sea.
Oh jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.

I’ll love in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm, white sand.
And who knows, maybe this time, things wil turn out just the way you planned.

Oh jesse, paint you pictures, ‘bout how it’s gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about, our little trailer by the sea.
Oh jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh jesse, you can always sell any dream to me.

Jes"se (?), n. [LL.Jesse, the father of David, fr. Gr. , fr. Herb. Yishai.]

Any representation or suggestion of the genealogy of Christ, in decorative art

; as: (a)

A genealogical tree represented in stained glass

. (b)

A candlestick with many branches, each of which bears the name of some one of the descendants of Jesse; -- called also tree of Jesse.

Jesse window Arch., a window of which the glazing and tracery represent the tree of Jesse.

 

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