Jump in Mud

by Sarah Gromko

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released April 18, 2018

℗2017, ©2006-2017 GromKo. Music (ASCAP)

Lead Vocals – Sarah Gromko
Background Vocals – Sarah Gromko, Marc Lacuesta, Ruby Amanfu, and Jason Eskridge
Accordian – Tim Lauer and Matthew Schreiber
Guitar – Georgi Petrov
Keys – Oscar Rossignoli
Bass – Trey Boudreaux
Drums – Brad Webb
Percussion – Justin Amaral
Background Voices – Sarah Gromko, Heather Hackett, Lehho
Rebassoo, Erin Rother, Hannah Shileds, Jonah Shields,
Leah Shields, Tom Shields, Tracy Shields

Produced by Marc Lacuesta and Sarah Gromko

Written and arranged by Sarah Gromko

"Never Enough" music by Sam Wiseman

Drum sample design on "Gallery AM" by Ryan Clute and Sarah Gromko

Recorded by Marc Lacuesta at 2805 Dumaine (New Orleans, LA), Eastwood Studios (Nashville, TN), and Fatherland Studios (Nashville, TN); Sarah Gromko at Ghostface Villa and Agents of Shields (St. Philip, Barbados); Adam Hains on The Island of Misfit Toys (New Orleans, LA); and Jack Miele and Music Shed Studios (New Orleans, LA)

Mixed by Will Kennedy at Studio P (Pacoima, CA)

Edited and Mastered by Marc Lacuesta at Fatherland Studios (Nashville, TN)

Assistant Engineered by Anna Linnéa Edström, Jonas Rudolf, and
Chris O’Brien

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Track Name: Jump in Mud
I'm not gonna fall in mud; I'm gonna jump in mud.
I'm not gonna fall in mud; I'm gonna jump in mud.
Give that dainty feign a rest.
Help me soil my Sunday best.
I'm not gonna fall. I'm gonna jump, jump, jump in mud!

I'm not gonna peck your cheek; I'm gonna smother you.
I'm not gonna peck your cheek; I'm gonna smother, mother you.
Time is money, love is free;
Show me how you feel for me.
I'm not gonna fall. I'm gonna jump, jump, jump in mud!

(SOLO)

I'm not gonna walk to you; I'm gonna run to you.
I'm not gonna walk to you;
I'm gonna run, run, run, run, run, run, run to you.
Jill did not wave Jack goodbye;
She fell to be with her guy.
I'm not gonna fall. I'm gonna jump, jump, jump in mud!

I'm not gonna fall in love, I'm gonna jump in love.
I'm not gonna fall in love;
I'm gonna jump, jump, jump, jump, jump in love.
I am in control of me.
I will say what I will be.
I'm not gonna fall. I'm gonna jump, jump, jump in love!
Track Name: Fren
Yo! Where is that money we just spent?
How do we ever pay our rent?
How much can you lend?

You, you buy me beer when I am broke.
I lend an ear when you’re a joke.
You’re my best friend.

Please untie that woman’s apron strings.
She’ll never let you be well.
Don’t you pull that silence cowardly.
There’s so much more you could know...

Mr. Nichols, please do that polka one more time,
And when you pout I’m right behind you;
I’m your Elaine.

(SOLO)

Oh, the pain you bring out in your truth.
Wisdom is seldom welcome.
Accusations fly of who’s the most uncouth,
Yet so much more we could say...

Just like you, I long to make that perfect art,
But will we ever find the part
That makes our lives change?

You, you are my brother, not my man,
But you know I’m your biggest fan.
You’re my best friend.
Track Name: Chosen Horizon
Strength and sympathy:
They are all you need to boldly view.
Options aren’t so elusive (or few).

Attentive apathy
Plants a barren seed, and feeds who?
Weed the bad crop from the fertile you.

Please don’t say there’s no other way.
Not every horizon is grey.

CHORUS:
Who’s entitled to all the stuff we give out,
all the patience we sing about?
Nothing we do can expel the reasons why we give:
To honestly and wholly live.
It all pours from the love we create with you.

SOLO

Clutching who you do not love
Will never show us who you are.
Tie your lasso to a guiding star.

Seize it with your heart.
(Organs always strike a hopeful tone.)
Hungry eyes paint what you can’t see alone.

You just may choose to walk away:
A different path, another new day.

CHORUS

Strength and sympathy:
They are all you need to boldly view.
Options aren’t so elusive.
Track Name: Never Enough
Turn away as I sing my heart out.
I see her wave and I see you smile,
Because you’re the star at piano.
The song disappears and I’m left up here.

I hear her name as you roll the sounds out.
I roll my eyes so I seem to be
On the wrong side out, but it’s not so.
Can’t you understand that you’re not her man?

Oh, how it feels to see now.
Oh, how it hurts to watch her play her game
As I wait it out.

CHORUS:
“Never enough.”
That’s the card she’ll throw, watching silently.
“Never enough.”
She’ll frame me as your foe; offer company.

SOLO

Say her name and you pull my heart out.
I close my eyes so I cannot see
That I’ve been pushed out to a shadow.
Now I understand that you are her man.

Oh, how it feels to see now.
Oh, how it hurts to watch her play her game
As I wait it out.

CHORUS

Oh, how it feels to know now.
Oh, how it hurts to watch her win her game
As I’m faded out.
Track Name: What You See (Is What You Get)
What you see is what you get,
and what you get is what you got;
And who you got is who I was,
and who I’ll be forever.
What you see is what you get,
and what you get is what you got;
And who you got is who I was,
and who I’ll be forever.

I did not lie: elaborated every term.
Rather than goodbye,
every time you affirmed.
I love to strive,
and God knows I love to win,
But to winʻs to please you;
what a loser Iʻve been.

What you see is what you get
and what you get is what you got;
And who you got is who I was,
and who I’ll be forever.
(2x)

“Overachiever,” I thought you said in jest.
Now, with disdain, you can get it off your chest:
“I thought your world would
revolve ‘round only me.
Keeping your passions makes me
blind with jealousy."

I know I’m a handful; you tell me all the time.
I know there’s nobody better for me than you.

I watch you fade. How I wish for able hands.
Now, yet again, you cite fictional demands.
I asked but for one thing.
For years itʻs been the same.
You have it all now: someone else to blame.

I know I’m a handful. (What you see is what you get,)
you tell me all the time. (And what you get is what you got;)
I know there’s nobody better (And who you got is who I was,)
for me than you. (And who I’ll be forever.)
I know I’m a handful; (What you see is what you get,)
you tell me all the time. (And what you get is what you got;)
I know I’m a handful. (And who you got is who I was,)
And who I’ll be forever.
Track Name: Honesty's Overdue
All these years I was so sure
And promulgated love as cure:
“Don’t fight it. Decide it.“
But choice is not enough for love,
And love is not enough for what the sentient need:

To love, but to understand.
For understanding takes two minds and makes them one.
To know, but to accept.
Acceptance is the bed on which we sleep,
In deepest humanity.

But utmost, at the thresh of flesh is to desire.
In dousing daily strife of life, to love is to admire.
Maybe one day I’ll be understood, accepted, and desired.
But I cannot believe when I’m so uninspired.

SOLO

To love is to understand.
For understanding takes two hearts and makes them one.
To know is to accept.
Acceptance is the bed on which we sleep,
In peaceful profundity.

Though love sounds like a siren song, beware the guise.
It makes the weak to feel too strong and simple think they’re wise.

Honesty’s overdue,
For God made me, I can’t deny.
I may please precious few,
But please leave the strength in me to try.
Track Name: The Loneliest Day
The happiest day
Was when you asked me
If I felt the same way.
You knew I would say, “For certain.”
We didn’t know the price we’d pay.

But hindsight is clear,
So we can look back without one tear.
We let the sheer remembrance of love
Foolishly draw us near.

But now we see
We can be who we’re meant to be.
With sep’rate goals,
None to gain.
Stubborn souls
Free from pain.

The loneliest day
Was when you asked me
If I felt the same way.
You knew I would say,
“It’s sad, but it’s true:
I simply cannot stay."
Track Name: Debt to Asclepius
Before and hereafter, these things that we hold
Will be stained glass and mounted and forever told.
Over and under, and through and through,
All that we witness entwines us to you.

We’ll deny our destiny with sentiments and ow’rs,
Pretending our mourning combats evil powers.
And so we cling to the things we contol:
Abstract expression of the collective soul.

CHILD: Et les bougies aussie?

ADULTS: Oui! C’est pour ne pas
Oublier les gens qui sont partir.

CHILD: C’est pour nous protéger.

PEOPLE: Les eurs et les bougies c’est pour nous protéger,
Les eurs et les bougies.
[REPEAT...]

I dreamt it before, and I see it again:
The misery drawn out by frightened old men.
Over and over our history plays,
The unlearned lessons from emotional haze.

Hate tramples out well thought response.
Patriots outshout the heathens of nuance.
Simplicity rules in a world full of rage:
Ignoble fools ignoring the sage.

SOCRATES: Crito, ut aesculapio gallum debemus.
Queso, nolite oblivisci redderet debitum.
[REPEAT...]

PEOPLE: Les fleurs et les bougies c’est pour nous protéger,
Les fleurs et les bougies.
[REPEAT...]

I envy you now, as I live from afar.
How much you’ve abandoned while we live in war.
Heavenly harm’ny and endless bliss;
A world we may theorize but invariably miss.

We oft think in sorrow your mysterious lot.
We ought long to borrow your peace we have not.
Help us to know that our sadness is gone,
And we will still meet you at our moonlit dawn.
Track Name: Gallery AM
(All at once) this gallery has opened up my heart,
Helping an epiphany take shape.
All my thoughts of music come by seeing others’ art.
Tears have formed within my eyes,
My mouth, my mind agape.

We‘re all connected.
We’re all affected,
Our voices collected,
Experiences myriad.

The origins of genre gray the more we are exposed,
But gray is made of many solid lines.
Curating as an artist is so static, posed, and closed.
Step back to see what all your colored history defines.

We‘re all connected.
We’re all affected,
Our voices collected,
Experiences myriad.

Too close is nothing new;
Too far an empty view.
The sweet spot is derivative: universal.

How we cling so tightly to clichéed identity.
But the more we learn, the more we’re brought to size.
Denying other points of view confirms disparity.
Only with an open mind can our world empathize.

We‘re all connected. (Too close is nothing new.)
We’re all affected, (Too far an empty view.)
Our voices collected, (The sweet spot is derivative: universal.)
We‘re all connected.
We’re all affected,
Our voices collected, (The sweet spot is derivative.)
Experiences myriad. (The sweet spot is derivative.)
Experiences myriad. (The sweet spot is derivative: universal.)
Derivative, but universal.
Derivative, but universal.

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