Far & Away

by Jory Avner

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She pines, the times, have been dramatic. Those smoke signals still rolling off the hill Down Sherman ave, where she lights her cigarette. It's been a while, but she still got time to kill. Every station plays the same old static. The backseat dreamers drive to drinking songs. Up the way, well, I used to know a quiet place. But someone had come and claimed it while I was gone. And from the corner bars to the windowsill, those distant stars, little wishing wells. She's wagging a crooked finger at the lord. Saying I’ll get mine when you get yours. She pines she pines, but it ain't no-one's fault. There's just nothing here for your kind after all.
Always biting my tongue. Waiting for change. Searing my lungs another nicotine fix for that animal brain. Chasing a dream down a thousand yard stare. Tapping my foot to the beat I thought by now I’d be a millionaire, but not every thought is well worth hearing. Not every ache is a new fucking lyric. Twenty something and overcast, shouting at a flickering screen. Thought there was a reason thought I had a reason shaking every hand that was reaching for me. always late to the game. The last one to leave. Turning over a brand new page when yesterday's I’d never dare to read. Then racing off to the show. Or Pacing the streets glaring into a bottle thinking I could see what no one else can see. But not every vision is from on high. Not every contradiction means I gotta' cross the line. Twenty something and all used up. Sober for the moment, at least. I know every reason. Never knew they were reasons. Shrugged off every friend who was reaching for me. Twisted minds can think alike sometimes, but that don't mean that they mean well.
Remission 04:28
You & I 03:44
They say time is of the essence, You shouldn't dabble in extremes. I'll crash this car and kill the both of us I swear Everybody's capable of saying stupid things, sometimes. I know you are. But what am I? We said a lot then it was over. They say the truth will set you free. My anger is an asteroid isolated in it's orbit just waiting for a golden opportunity to strike. We are the same, you and I. Let's draw the fucking curtains. Then a little bit of blood. Moving on will be the easy part in the morning, at least if we can ever sober up. I hardly even turn the lights on. So I don't recognize the shapes. I've grown accustomed to this caliber of vision. I think that I’ll be better off this way through life. I've always preferred the night, anyway. How the hell is Arizona? I thought I saw you in a crowd. I am dismantling your likeness, from memory. and trying not to freeze to death somehow. I know we are the same. You know we are the same. You and I. You and I.
Got no cause for concern, at least not tonight. Finally managed to lighten up like an old vacancy sign. Where I sit penning poems or just shooting at cans. Trading blood to the great unknown from a wobbling bar bench. Where I can weather anything, it seems. got a sense that i don't belong like a kite caught up a tree. The waitress is kind, if a bit overcast, but I feel fine at long last. I wish I hadn't mouthed off so I could call you tonight. your man's on the jukebox here, I imagine your surprise. I might ask you to dance, you used to tug at my arm. And twirl like some strange machine with so many intricate parts. you'd always return back to me. you got an unruly spirit kid, you keep slipping out of reach. The waitress is kind, I know she wants to talk. But for once, I do not. I wish I had the guts to be more than just honest. I don't really play the songs I just hammer on them. The waitress is kind, she pours us a round. And tells me about getting lost and found.
Either Way 03:16
I always use the common tongue when I’m chomping at the bit or drinking with the lights on. You might've heard me say before I walk a narrow line. But if it's late, I'll keep my exits wide, and I feel like a stranger in these parts, They all sort of look familiar after dark. All those little amber windows hanging christ-like, solemn and cliché. I always use the common tongue When I’m trying to steal a kiss or drinking with the lights on. You might have seen me once or twice on the farthest edge of town, turning on or dropping out. I thought I heard my name across this bar. Even dangerous times still have a little charm. If you want to you can use me for a little while, I never do complain. like I could stop you either way.
Cut and Dry 04:18
You bought some paints and cut your hair. A cleansing sage hangs in the air. You always try to be prepared. For what could or couldn't be. A passing thought or cosmic ray. Everything must have it's place. That song bird in the covered cage. The bar just up the street. I know you've got your reasons all your stars and signs. You had to make your own way out of mine. You just had to get away. (musical interlude) I like to talk and stay out late. An idle thought is all it takes when I’m behind the palisade With all my toys and melodies. But I miss the old days, I can't turn back time. You know I get so logical when I fantasize. You've got a million reasons. Shivers down your spine. I know you see the future like a message written in the sky.
I get nervous all the time, with wandering thoughts like satellites in search of something they could be of service to. And stuck in bed, uncouth, unquenched, where i must contort my common sense till I get going on the few things I got to do. And there's a voice, or sometimes just imagery. As if a higher authority said it might help to feign just a little joy. As if it were a choice, cause you know I’d do anything, if I thought it'd change anything I'm ready and willing like some good god fearing boys. I got pills that make me weak. Like a banderole in a clement breeze or a goldfish limping around in a dirty bowl. But I prefer my clumsy songs, my tired, brutal, fucking songs. They are the only things I feel I can control. And there's that voice, symbols flash on the screen, in a sickening cacophony. Saying it might help to take yourself outside walk to the park, as if I hadn't tried everything. Well, ok, maybe not everything. It's not as bad as it probably seems It's just how I am sometimes when I don't have you at my side.
The New Age 03:47
I shrug my shoulders at the new wave. Drink a little in the day. kick my feet up on a long chaise sleep off everything I can. Think I wound up in the wrong place When I stole home base. I never think about the long game When I need a place to land. It's all right to be bad sometimes To get a little peace of mind. There's a lightning on the water front. A fire in the west. And you, somewhere, I guess. I take up arms against the new age, smoke a little for the taste. I only travel at my own pace, stumbling down the barrio. I’m always wearing such a long face. Drifting out to space. While Serpent charmers in a failed state are playing on the radio. It's all right to be bad sometimes To get a little peace of mind. There's a black out in the gallery. A murmur in my chest. And you, and I, I guess.


Far & Away is the third full length album by Jory Avner. The songs themselves were written over a period of a year, and were selected for their unifying themes of isolation, evolving perspective, and the undertaking of personal change.

Special thanks to everyone who contributed their talent and skills to making this album.

Rob Hintz
Marissa Fandel
Matt Kase
Eric Quigley
Erin Daigle
Milan Anderson

About Jory Avner:

Blending finely tuned lyricism with both traditional and electronic instruments, Jory Avner strives to create sound-scapes that are both atmospherically complex and yet succinct in terms of narrative. He has been writing and performing music for over ten years, evolving from modest bedroom recordings to fully realized multi-instrumental arrangements. After releasing his first solo album 'Somewhere In Between' in 2015, Jory immediately began work on his follow up album 'Far and Away'. Outside of writing, teaching and playing music on a daily basis, Jory is director and co-founder of the 'Half Glass Records' artist community and the 'Little Sunday Sessions' Youtube Channel.


released March 9, 2018

Album Credits
Jory Avner: Writer, Producer, Vocalist, Instrumentalist
Matt Kase: Contributing artist (Smoke Signals)
Marissa Fandel: Contributing Artist (Smoke Signals)
Rob Hintz: Contributing Artist (Smoke Signals, Twenty Something, Cause for Concern)
Erin Daigle: Contributing Artist (Cut & Dry)
Milan Anderson: Contributing Artist (You & I)
Eric Quigley: Contributing Artist (Twenty Something, Cut & Dry)

Photo Credits
Album and Booklet Art: Jory Avner
AMD Ashley Downing Photography (Portrait Art, Pg 8)

©℗ 2018, Jory Avner

Audio sample of Terence Mckenna from 'McGreen' (The New Age)


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Jory Avner is a singer-songwriter based out of Chicago, Illinois. By blending highly stylized lyricism and guitar with synth/rock soundscapes, he strives to create an atmosphere that is both deeply textured, thought-provoking, introspective, and yet succinct in terms of narratives. ... more

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