Pound for Pound - Jess Pillmore

Based on the moment I saw an 8 year-old girl pick up a candy bar at the cash register, see the fashion mags, look at herself and then put the candy back.

LYRICS:

It wafts out of fad mags

“Insecurity”

must be a new scent by Klein.

Beauty drips down page by page by the pound.

Self help tips trip me up and tie my down

to an image unachievable.

It’s unbelievable

what they force feed us all.

Pound for pound

this dollar’s sound.

Pound for pound...

hottest market in town.

Come on down.

Little, little girl, check out line dream,

unable to snap out of the glitter-glam grand slam.

She’s starting so young before dinner’s even begun

she’s pushing her plate out of the gate.

I’m calling out to the conscience of the Cosmo queens,

“Undo the spell of the check out line dream!”

Pound for pound

this dollar’s sound.

Pound for pound...

hottest market in town.

Come on down.

They tell you,

“It’s your outer beauty that pushes love’s door open wide.”

That’s what they’re banking on,

feeding your frightened vain side.

“Yes, that’s what we’re banking on.

Now, take a bite and pass it on down the line!"

Under a conveyor belt hum,

some little kid’s screeching for gum,

someone demands doubling up on their bags.

Under the glossy pics and funky fonts a mantra slips.

I can hear it now,

“Who cares if a majority’s spurned

when there’s bucks, big bucks to be earned?”

Pound for pound

this dollar’s sound.

Pound for pound...

hottest market in town.

Come on down.

And we keep counting pound for pound.

We keep counting...

Let your little girl cut them up and plaster them on her wall.

Let your little boy gawk and stare.

Show him what makes a woman his perfect doll.

i was inspired by ashes2ashes harmonies - so i improved a response to her call.  The stem is here: http://www.hitrecord.org/records/797243

This is a call and response clip inspired by ashes2ashes great harmonies

demo mix and lyrics are here

http://www.hitrecord.org/records/797217

Driving across the line

Of this great divide

All those “neverminds”

Helped me build inside.

All I felt was being left on the street

All I felt were every dream just out of reach.

All I felt was every NO coming true.

All I felt was a judgment from you.

But I want to... I want to...

I want to feel the waves as they crash on the beaches of Malibu.

I want to feel the waves as they crash on the beaches of Malibu.

A key’sin the ignition

And the girl has got a mission

to finally be free

To Finally be free

Looking out at the road

Dangers still untold.

But nothing can keep me down

I’m laughing at the sound

Sound of the tires as they screech down the street

Sound of my dreams ‘cause they’re just out of reach.

Sound of the no that I finally said to you.

Sound of now in which I am born anew.

It’s the sound of the of waves as they crash on the beaches of Malibu

It’s the sound of the of waves as they crash on the beaches of Malibu

A key’s in the ignition

And a girl has got a mission

to finally be free

To Finally be free

Looking at the photo, he said, "It's hard to remember who we were back then..."

"Tears are merciful like that," she replied.

*Alternate Text -

Flipping through old photos, he said, "I barely recognize us anymore."

"Tears are merciful like that," she replied.

*I love this photo and was playing with the layer of the text, but in no way am I attached to the font or placement.

Thoughts?

Music by MikeReaganNoise & Jess Pillmore, Lyrics Jess Pillmore

*I was inspired by the space Mike left in the piece and the looped feeling as if the song could just go on forever without resolving.

Time.            Space.

This is a vast vacuum of suspended waiting

For

            What?

Something to confirm

Something to deny

Something to say:

                                    I saw what you saw.

                                    I felt what you felt.

                                    You are here now

                        In this

Time.            Space.

This vast vacuum of

suspended waiting

For

What?