1. Souvenirs


What do you want baby? Baby I want you
What do you want baby? Baby I want you
What do you want baby? Baby I want you
What do you want baby?

All the wasted tears
All the groundless fears
Across the miles, the years
We will leave behind these useless souvenirs

You’re touching me like cashmere
Your eyes breath atmosphere
I’m on a train, I’m on a plane, I’m on a carousel
I’m headed in your direction

All the wasted tears
All the groundless fears
Across the miles, the years
We will leave behind these useless souvenirs

I don’t want clever deeds
I don’t want doll-house activity
I don’t want a string of wrongs and rights
To lace together the rest of my life
What do you want baby? Baby I want you
What do you want baby?

All the wasted tears
All the groundless fears
Across the miles, the years
We will leave behind these useless souvenirs

© Lyrics & Melody: Toni Zeto-Jessie Jacobson (4/83)
Music: Jerome Faulkner-Jessie Jacobson (11/82)

Toni Zeto: Lead & Backing Vocals
Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitars, Keyboard, Wood Blocks, Brazilian Drum, Vibra-slap
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Backing Vocal
Brian Bielski: Percussion, Metal Chair, Saw Blade
Jarrett Lesko: Slap Bass
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Drums

+ Danny Chase: Simmons Drums
+ Ron Fair: Shaker, Finger Cymbals

Produced & mixed by Ron Fair, 1983 + 1984.
Single version on Alternator Records remixed by Michael James.

2. In Absentia

Every step of the way there lies uncertainty
We chase mad shadows until
I see you, you see me
We strain our eyes for phantoms, after-images
But we only see what we want to
I see you, you see me
In absentia

And though they’re long gone
Not so dearly departed
Their ghosts will haunt us until
I see you, you see me
In absentia

Each fine line is blurred by hindsight
We must have been cross-eyed
We must have been blind
But as we look back so sure this time
Are we walking right into
All that which we left behind
Every step of the way there lies uncertainty
But every step of the way
I see you, you see me
In absentia

© Jessie Jacobson - Music (9/82), Lyrics, Melody (10/82)

Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Clarinets, Vocal
Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitars, Keyboard
Toni Zeto: Backing Vocals
Chris Hutchinson: Bass, Keyboard, Vocal
Rick Winward: Drums, Vocal

Produced by Ron Fair, Second Language and Earle Mankey, 1983-1984.
Mixed by Michael James, 2024.

3. Forbidden Fruit


I’ll wait awhile, I’ll wait awhile
I’ll wait and I’ll see
I’ll hold my breath, I’ll bite my tongue
My heart will speak silently
But it won’t fade away, no it won’t fade away
I’ve had a taste, I’m not the same
For now I will stay hungry

Something’s growing, taking root
A taste of forbidden fruit

A rotten pair still hanging there
Now slice it in two
The freshest peach clings out of reach
Soft skin-soaked residue
So cut it loose, suck out the juice
The thirst consuming you

Something’s growing, taking root
A taste of forbidden fruit

There’s a snake loose, in the garden he will lie
Planting seeds of doubt, blacking out the sky
There’s a worm at work in the apple of my eye
Boring through her insides - slithers, slips and slides
So take a big bite - satisfy your appetite

I’ll wait until, I’ll wait until
I’ll wait, you will see
I’ll wait a week, I’ll wait a month
I’ll wait an eternity
But I won’t walk away - no I won’t walk away
I’ve had a taste, I’m not the same
This hunger’s consuming me

Something’s growing, taking root
A taste of forbidden fruit

© Jessie Jacobson - Music (2/24/83)
Lyrics & Melody (3/13/83)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead Vocal, Guitars, Keyboard, Pot
Toni Zeto: Lead Vocal, Shaker
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Clarinets, Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Drums

Produced & mixed by Ron Fair, 1983 + 1984.

4. World Outside My Door

I sever emotions
Shed my sorrows like a skin
And I shut down all my senses
There’s one way out but no way in
I don’t fit in anymore
I don’t feel a part of, just apart from
The world outside my door

Barred all the windows
Drawn the blind, bolted the door
Because I think I’ll just sit this one out
Let human nature run its course
I don’t fit in anymore
I don’t feel a part of, just apart from
The world outside my door

You come and go in silence
A darkened room, a cold empty place
No time to hear your bedtime stories
Or read between the lines etched in your face
I don’t fit in anymore
I don’t feel a part of, just apart from
The world outside my door

© Music & Lyrics: Jessie Jacobson (10/82)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead and Backing Vocals, Guitars
Toni Zeto: Lead Vocal
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass, Vocal
Rick Winward: Drums, Vocal
+ Oberheim DMX drum machine

Produced by Ron Fair, Second Language and Earle Mankey, 1983-1984.
Mixed by Michael James, 2024.


5. Tell Tale Heart

Her ears now throb
To the beat of a different drummer
She hears the rhythm of her life pulse out of time
In the dead of night there is no silence anymore
The metronome and the clock on the wall
Take turns keeping score

Somehow she knew it would tear her apart
But you can’t stop the beating of the tell-tale heart

He walks on eggs, he falls to his knees and begs
He’s out of step - can’t stand on his own two legs

Somehow he knew it would tear him apart
But you can’t stop the beating of the tell-tale heart

Hide it inside, so deep underground
But you know, you know you’ll never
Silence that sound

Somehow they knew it would tear them apart
But you can’t stop the beating

The waves pound out a dull remorseless chorus
The dam will burst
As the rain sounds soft dirges for us

Somehow they know it won’t tear them apart
’Cause you can’t stop the beating
Of the tell-tale heart

© Music: Chris Hutchinson
Lyrics/Melody: Jessie Jacobson (3/83)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead Vocal, Guitars, Conga,
Finger Cymbals, Flexatone, Bell Tree
Toni Zeto: Backing Vocals
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Backing Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Drums

+ Danny Chase: Simmons Drums

Produced by Ron Fair, 1983.


6. Afraid Of The Dark

He never listens
But she doesn’t care
She’s happy, so happy, just to have
Somebody there
Afraid of the dark

Her skin is cold to the touch
Half-asleep on the bed
Thoughts all flow together
And a numbness fills her head
Heaven or hell on the tip of his tongue

She live in the shadow
Just out of the light
Prefer it to the darkness
Of the hot savage night
Afraid of the dark

© Music: Chris Hutchinson-Jessie Jacobson-
Jerome Faulkner (12/81)
Lyrics, Melody: Jessie Jacobson (3/82)

Toni Zeto: Lead Vocal
Jessie Jacobson: Lead Vocal, Guitars, Keyboard, Piano
Jerome Faulkner: Clarinet, Vocal, Keyboard
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Keyboards, Drums
+ Oberheim DMX drum machine

Produced by Second Language and Earle Mankey, 1983.

7. My Favorite Things

Spiked white hair, Mohawks
Pale skin worn like leather
Perched on the high-wire, all birds of a feather
Low-flying nightbirds who clip their own wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Spike-heeled stilettos carve pathways like dark fins
Fish-nets that snag barracudas in shark skins
Fish fingers touch on a few of my favorite things
Favorite things

Jagged cross-rhythms squeeze sweat out like lotion
Oozing loose limbs in perpetual motion
Two-fisted gymnasts that jerk without strings
These are a few of my favorite things

When the heat drops
When the beat stops
When the silence drives me mad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad

Morning, sunrise
Sleep crouched in dark corners
Black-veiled mourners
Sleep ‘til the night air revives all our favorite things
Favorite things

© 1959 - Richard Rodgers-Oscar Hammerstein
Williamson Music.

Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitars
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Backing Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass, Backing Vocal
Rick Winward: Drums, Backing Vocal
Toni Zeto: Ethereal Vocals

Produced & mixed by Second Language and Earle Mankey, 1983.
Single version on Alternator Records remixed by Michael James.

8. Unspoken Words (Demo)

Everything you gave to me
That one special gift
Lies broken
Smashed on the floor
Unspoken words
Say a lot more

No one offered promises
No one had the strength
Now it’s too late
It’s shattered apart
It’s frozen my pulse rate
And dried up my heart

I will bear the loneliness
Conceal all the pain
I will wear this mask of life
Just a shell of a man
Just a burned-out also-ran

In my heart the reasons lie
In my head our love
Lies broken
Smashed on the floor
Unspoken words
Say a lot more

© Jessie Jacobson (August 7-9, 1981)

Jessie Jacobson: Vocals, Guitar
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Drums

Produced by Jessie Jacobson, January 14th-15th, 1982.
Recorded on home 4-track.

9. Waves (Demo)

Waves of emotion
Waves of motion
Waves of sound
Over the ocean
Deep underground
Waves of emotion
Wash right over me
Waves of emotion
Waves of sound
Lost on the ocean
Lost underground
Waves of emotion
Waves of sound
Waves of emotion
Waves of sound (waves of sound)
Wave goodbye
Wave (wave) goodbye

© Music: Chris Hutchinson-Jessie Jacobson-
Jerome Faulkner-Rick Winward (1/14/82)
Lyrics & Melody: Jessie Jacobson (1/15/82)

Jessie Jacobson: Vocals, Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboard
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Drums

Produced by Jessie Jacobson, January 14th-15th, 1982.
Recorded on home 4-track.
A studio improvisation with overdubbed improvised vocals and acoustic guitar.

10. Reason To Live (Demo)

I will take my punishment
All that this world has to give
I don't need a reason to die
Just one more reason to live

Mother Nature
Father Time
Hold no secrets
I can't find
I'm their illegitimate son
She wracks my body
He ravages my mind

I'm an angel
With feet of clay
I'm a martyr
Who's seen his day
Heaven knows it's a cold wind that blows
What was so close
Is now so far away
Far away

© Lyrics & Music: Jessie Jacobson (8/16/81)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead Vocals, Guitars
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Backing Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass, Backing Vocal
Rick Winward: Drums, Percussion, Backing Vocal
+ Dr Rhythm DR-55 drum machine

Produced by Second Language, 1982.
Recorded on 8-track at Green Carton Studio.

11. In This World Tonight (Demo)

Speak with your hands
Touch with your eyes
Love’s on your fingertips
Hope burns your thighs
In this world tonight

Take hold of the dream
We’ll speak in a foreign tongue
Your body will scream
Ancient ritual in endless night
Forever young
It’s shining bright
Give it to me
In this world tonight

Something more than anger stirs me
Something more than fear
Life and death are empty words
Whenever you are near

Something more than anger stirs me
Something more than fear
Life and death are empty words
Whenever you are near
You are near

Fear is a blinder
And death’s a restraint
This life’s a reminder
Of everything I’ve missed
And you
You are my only hope
But you don’t exist
In this world tonight

© Jessie Jacobson (July 14-21, 1981)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead Vocals, Guitars
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Backing Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Drums, Percussion, Backing Vocal

Produced by Second Language, 1982.
Recorded on 8-track at Green Carton Studio.

12. E=mc2 (Demo)

I will walk, I will walk through that door
Walk, I will walk, I will walk through that door
Walk, I will walk, I will walk through that door
I will walk, I will walk to the ocean
I will walk, I will walk on the shore

I will turn, I will turn, turn away
Turn, I will turn, turn, turn away
Turn, I will, I will turn, turn away
I will turn, I will turn, turn on you
I will turn, I will turn, turn on you

Watched a flawless sunrise
From a dirty beach
Saw the whole world waiting
Waiting just out of reach

I will run, I will run through that door
Run, I will run, I will run through that door
Run, I will, I will, I will
I will run, I will run, run from you
I will run, I will run, run from me

I will crawl, I will crawl across the floor
Crawl, I will crawl, crawl across that floor
Crawl, I will crawl, I will crawl across that floor
I will (I will), I will (I will), I will crawl
I will (I will), I will (I will) back to you
Back to you
Back to…

© Jessie Jacobson (July 14-21, 1981)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitars
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Backing Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Drums, Percussion
+ Dr Rhythm DR-55 drum machine

Produced by Second Language, 1982.
Recorded on 8-track at Green Carton Studio.

13. Under The Flame (Demo)

Time has come

She said the time has come, reason sleeps
I know that this time we play for keeps
To court disaster yet still be sure
To take the poison and know no cure
The time has come

She said the time has come to take your name
To seal the kiss like wax under the flame
To scale the heights of lovers’ leap
To cross the river that runs so deep

Time has come
For tempting fate
Against all odds
To beat the devil
To taunt the gods

Time has come

© Music: Chris Hutchinson-Jessie Jacobson (11/81)
Lyrics, Melody: Jessie Jacobson (12/81)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitar
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Backing Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass, Backing Vocal
Rick Winward: Drums, Backing Vocal

Produced by Jessie Jacobson & Chris Hutchinson, 1982.
Recorded on home 4-track.

14. Walking Wounded (Demo)

I stick my neck out, I lay my heart on the line
I stick my neck out for you
I stick my neck out, I lay my heart on the line
I stick my neck out - you break it in two

Walking wounded

We wear long sleeves to cover the bruises
Dark glasses to mask our black eyes
Skin grafts to hide the scar tissue
But some of these wounds, we cannot disguise

Walking wounded

Shooting the bull at one hundred paces
Still I see red on the matador’s steady hands
To wash off the blood, like a lemming he races
Sinks to his knees
Where the red sea breaks over its sands

Walking wounded

You stick your neck out
You lay your heart on the line
You stick your neck out for me
You stick my neck out
You lay your heart on the line
You stick your neck out
I break it in three

Walking wounded

© Music: Chris Hutchinson-Jessie Jacobson (5/82)
Lyrics, Melody: Jessie Jacobson (5/82)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitars
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Backing Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Drums

Produced by Jessie Jacobson & Chris Hutchinson, 1982.
Recorded on home 4-track.

15. Innocents Like Angels (Demo)

Hold that thought, stop the world
Freeze this moment
No, no, don’t let go, it’s slipping, it’s slipping away
I remember slowly waltzing
Three-four time and face to face
Then a foxtrot in a wicked room
As F. Scott set the pace

Now you’re gone, stop the world, freeze this moment
No, no, don’t let go, it’s slipping, it’s slipping away
Well, we jitterbugged as Ernest
Pulled the trigger, shot his load
Then we drove ‘til we were bleary-eyed
And lived life on the road

Innocents like angels, we danced on the heads of pins
Innocents like angels, we danced on the heads of pins
Innocents like angels, we danced on the heads of pins
Innocents like angels, we danced on

Then we turned to black and blue
We twisted and we slammed
Now I’m naked and you’re dead
’Cause we were beautiful but damned

Innocents like angels, we danced on the heads of pins
Innocents like angels, we danced on the heads of pins
Innocents like angels, we danced on the precipice
Innocents like angels, we danced on

© Music: Chris Hutchinson-Jessie Jacobson (3/82)
Lyrics, Melody: Jessie Jacobson (4/82)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead Vocals, Guitar
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Moog Synthesizer, Backing Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass, Backing Vocal
Rick Winward: Drums, Percussion, Backing Vocal

Produced by Jessie Jacobson & Chris Hutchinson, 1982.
Recorded on home 4-track.

16. Another Casualty (Demo)

I slither under barbed wire
I tiptoe through the minefield
I criss-cross and I double back
Cover my tracks behind me
And now and then I stop and wonder if I’ll be
Another casualty

I live on instinct, animal instinct
I fight for what is mine
I scavenge and I scratch and claw
This city is a jungle

I sleep with one eye open like all guerrillas do
Then creature comfort rears its ugly head
And like a monkey on my back
Up creeps temptation to sink its fangs in me
And if I should surrender, I would be
Another casualty

I once had allies - where are they now?
All prisoners of war
Going through the motions, getting fat
I don’t know them any more

Tears - what are these tears running down my face?
There’s no napalm, there’s no mustard gas
Still my skin crawls and my heart pounds
I feel so weak, so defenseless
One look in your eyes tells me I’m
Another casualty

© Music: Chris Hutchinson-Jessie Jacobson (5/82)
Lyrics, Melody: Jessie Jacobson (5/82)

Jessie Jacobson: Vocals, Guitars
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Drums

Produced by Jessie Jacobson & Chris Hutchinson, 1982.
Recorded on home 4-track.

17. World Outside My Door (Early Version)

I sever emotions
Shed my sorrows like a skin
And I shut down all my senses
There’s one way out but no way in
I don’t fit in anymore
I don’t feel a part of, just apart from
The world outside my door

Barred all the windows
Drawn the blind, bolted the door
Because I think I’ll just sit this one out
Let human nature run its course
I don’t fit in anymore
I don’t feel a part of, just apart from
The world outside my door

You come and go in silence
A darkened room, a cold empty place
No time to hear your bedtime stories
Or read between the lines etched in your face
I don’t fit in anymore
I don’t feel a part of, just apart from
The world outside my door

© Music & Lyrics: Jessie Jacobson (10/82)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitars
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Backing Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass, Backing Vocal
Rick Winward: Drums, Backing Vocal
+ Oberheim DMX drum machine

Produced by Second Language and Earle Mankey, 1983.

18. In Absentia (Early Version)


Every step of the way there lies uncertainty
We chase mad shadows until
I see you, you see me
We strain our eyes for phantoms, after-images
But we only see what we want to
I see you, you see me
In absentia

And though they’re long gone
Not so dearly departed
Their ghosts will haunt us until
I see you, you see me
In absentia

Each fine line is blurred by hindsight
We must have been cross-eyed
We must have been blind
But as we look back so sure this time
Are we walking right into all that which we left behind
Every step of the way there lies uncertainty
But every step of the way
I see you, you see me
In absentia

© Jessie Jacobson - Lyrics, Melody (10/82)
Music (9/82)

Jessie Jacobson: Lead Vocal, Guitars, Keyboard
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Vocal
Chris Hutchinson: Bass, Keyboard, Vocal
Rick Winward: Drums, Vocal

Produced by Second Language and Earle Mankey, 1983.

19. Souvenirs (Dance Mix)


What do you want baby? Baby I want you
What do you want baby? Baby I want you
What do you want baby? Baby I want you
What do you want baby?

All the wasted tears
All the groundless fears
Across the miles, the years
We will leave behind these useless souvenirs

You’re touching me like cashmere
Your eyes breath atmosphere
I’m on a train, I’m on a plane, I’m on a carousel
I’m headed in your direction

All the wasted tears
All the groundless fears
Across the miles, the years
We will leave behind these useless souvenirs

I don’t want clever deeds
I don’t want doll-house activity
I don’t want a string of wrongs and rights
To lace together the rest of my life
What do you want baby? Baby I want you
What do you want baby?

All the wasted tears
All the groundless fears
Across the miles, the years
We will leave behind these useless souvenirs

© Lyrics & Melody: Toni Zeto-Jessie Jacobson (4/83)
Music: Jerome Faulkner-Jessie Jacobson (11/82)

Toni Zeto: Lead & Backing Vocals
Jessie Jacobson: Lead & Backing Vocals, Guitars, Keyboard, Wood Blocks, Brazilian Drum, Vibra-Slap
Jerome Faulkner: Keyboards, Backing Vocal
Brian Bielski: Percussion, Metal Chair, Saw Blade
Jarrett Lesko: Slap Bass
Chris Hutchinson: Bass
Rick Winward: Drums

+ Danny Chase: Simmons Drums
+ Ron Fair: Shaker, Finger Cymbals

Produced & mixed by Ron Fair, 1983 + 1984.