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Wave at the Edge of the Waterfall

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Recorded between February-August 2017 at Northeastern University Shillman Studios, Westland Avenue, and Jamspot Somerville

The Wave: Past, present, and future are not three distinct entities, and we are constantly living in all three at the same time. Each is in flux with the other two as our attention is drawn between them.

Jera’s Will would like to thank:

Amanda Baracho-Trinidade, Jack FU, Adam Ireland, Rahgi Abaza, Trenton Couture, Charles Perrone, Cole Petrillo, Peter Fuoco, Mark Brenckle, Vivian Ma, Phil Norwood, Jon Bergamo, Brad Saunders, Kelly Chow and Pete Leger.

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released May 26, 2018

Produced, Recorded, Performed, Arranged & Assistant Engineered by Jeras Will


Jera’s Will is:

Jonathan Hill: Composition/Lyrics/Guitar/Lead Vocals

Ian Brenckle: Bass/Back-Up Vocals

Colin Davis: Keyboard

Ben DeUrso: Drums/Percussion/Back-Up Vocals/Administrative Coordination

Jack Einbinder: Lead Guitar/Back-Up Vocals/Engineering/Mixing/Mastering



Cover Art by Alexandra Bohanan

Layout by Max Lacoma

Spiritual Advisor: Rahgi Abaza

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Track Name: Introductory Monologue
Like everything else, songs evolve over time. This is a collection of songs that I wrote over the course of almost two years, that center around the themes of coming to terms with reality, coping with guilt, and hoping for the future. I am deeply grateful to the members of the band for their incredible work, as well as to the people in my life that provided me with the inspiration to create this. However, in terms of the thoughts and emotions expressed, this album is not an end result, or a conclusion. It’s a long exposure photograph of my own reflections on life. I would ask you to think of this album as a diary entry in a story that is not yet finished, perhaps even a story you recognize.
Track Name: Be Patient
Flesh rips on the asphalt of the river walk

And pain slips but it’s worth it if they get to talk

Her eyes flash at the absurd and angry telethon carnival ride

Lips clash, blood is mixed with spit and the danger dies



She says be patient

I said patience doesn’t change a thing

She said let’s face it

We don’t know what the future will bring



Rain drips, in the same way that it always has

The page flips, tattoos are burning but they always last

She sees him, in a faraway land learning french and in anguish by day

Her eyes brim, happy and sad but she knows what to say



She says be patient

I said patience doesn’t change a thing

She said let’s face it

We don’t know what the future will bring



Clocks tick, driving both of them completely mad

And eyes blink, now reuniting seems so close at hand

It seems wrong, that the moments should slip by

Regardless of commands that they heel

Write song, just hoping to recapture this thing I feel
Track Name: Slackjaw
Every day outside of Roxbury Crossing I see the same damn guy

And every day he sits on the corner and he watches the people walk by

And I can’t help but judge him no and I can’t help but stare

And one day soon before I move along I hope he sees me standing there and he’ll say



Hey Slackjaw!

Just tell me what you’re looking at

From what you saw

You don’t know a thing about where I’m at

Hey Slackjaw!

You think that you got it made?

Take one fall

You’ll wind up worse than me



Every night I toss and I turn in my bed and I try to dream

And every night as I slip into darkness I know nothing is as it seems

I try not to fall in the traps Lord I try to stay on the path

But every now and then when I wake up someone’s screaming ‘motherfucker you fell off the map’ and they say



Hey Slackjaw!

Just tell me where you think you are

Follow one law

And hope you don’t stray this far

Hey Slackjaw!

Just tell me where you think you’ve been

You’ve heard it before, you’ll hear it some more

And some day you’ll hear it again



Just a-ringin’ in your ears!
Track Name: Maybe Tomorrow
The wheatgrass of Elysium’s fields waves gently in the wind

As souls search for long lost friends and lovers as well as their sins

Each night we visit fragmented pieces ebullient with chaos and charm

Surrealistic fields meld identities and potentials are always enlarged



Each night I wandered these fields and plains in search of meaning and truth

But often I was frustrated on my return for I had not the gift of the soothe

But some things I saw in that mist of a world I will surely relate to you here

They were of value to me and they will be to you if you would just lend me your ear



I came upon a pair that radiated joy reunited after eons apart

They sat together and reminisced of when blood still ran in their hearts

One threw back his head and they let out a laugh so warm the mirth in his throat

And from that mouth sprang a lightning bolt that bridged to heaven like a moat



And from that bolt all the world did dissolve leaving only a space of white

Pressure and movement to burst one’s head as if a blast came forth from on high

And with a voice the light sang “Oh glory” “Mighty glory, sing your words of praise!”



I found myself on a desolate plain protected only by A SINGLE TREE

I saw the self same pair as before and I peered through the branches to see

Hatred brimmed in the eyes of one as he plucked a card from the others hand

He placed his hand on an ancient weapon and he made his mortal demand
Track Name: Green Umbrellas
Green umbrellas standing on the lawn

Red fence posts mirror the light of dawn

I cast my eye up yonder on the dell

I see the flocks trapped in idyllic cells



And I ask

Will I ever escape my prison?

I’m stuck here from the way that I’ve been livin’

Will I ever escape my prison?

I’m stuck here from the way that I’ve been livin;



Black smoke curls its way up to the sky

Just like it I will someday take my flight

Grey tapestry is hanging on the wall

The only thing in this room that will never fall



Will I ever escape my prison?

I’m stuck here from the way that I’ve been livin’

Will I ever escape my prison?

I’m stuck here with the Gods that I’ve been given



Deity transmutes cloth back into skin

A hand reaches out and I feel the weight of my sin

I leave behind this body weak and frail

My soul returns to the place from whence it hails



Have I truly escaped my prison?

I certainly do not feel forgiven

Have I truly escaped my prison?

I certainly do not feel forgiven
Track Name: All Around
I’m an avid collector of blank notebooks

I’m an avid director of long cold looks

Sun rose this morning, I had to ease myself of pain

As an ailing tree would close its pores to keep away the driving rain



But it’s all around

Like the purple flames in my dreams they drag me down

I hear the sound

Of suffering in silence all around

It’s all around



I’m an avid designer of my own misery

And if there’s a way to improve my life, well it’s been lost on me

My writing is absurd, things don’t come out the way I intend, them to

But if I wrote my raw emotions, raw experiences, it would be difficult to get through



But they’re all around

Like the purple flames in my dreams they drag me down

And I hear the sound

Of suffering in silence all around

It’s all around



Reality dictates a framework of codes and truths we must obey

Making man capable of true evil; atonement washes purpose away

Only in linear time can man be seen to sin and atone

The act remains an indellible part of Samsara, the wheel rushes on towards doom
Track Name: Water For Mr. Nhat
Waves crash on the shoreline

Photons stream into my waiting open eyes

I’m thinkin’ lyin’ supine

‘Cause I’ve heard that’s s’pos’d to make me very wise



Life ticks by on the second hand

River movin’ and I understand



It’s easy to make a metaphor

For how time passes in its nebulous way

For really there is nothin’

To mark a second from a minute or an hour from a day



Life ticks by on the second hand

Starting to think that I understand



Cesium ions oscillate a couple billion times

Moments fluctuate in topographic lows and highs

Present past and future blur their artificial lines

And the wave at the edge of the waterfall learns it was water all the time

Water all the time



Take a river flowing quickly

Or the wind rushing past on a beautiful day

Over flowers growing thickly

Who only know they’re dancing when the pedals start to sway

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