Blake Mills
&
Feisty Heart
From ANDRAS JONES: I’m embarrassed to admit that before this show I had no idea who Blake Mills was. I have since learned that he is a serious heavyweight talent. Huge gratitude to Feisty Heart for introducing me to him, in person, and just in general as an artist. That said, like a lot of the most talented and successful songwriters I know, Blake had a hard time wrapping his head around the idea of re-purposing songs as our oracle fodder. Dan Bern and Dan Clark get into this topic during our upcoming Tom Petty tribute episode and I get it. It’s a drag when people ask you to tell them what your song means, because we don’t know, or we don’t want to say. But that’s an entirely different thing than saying, at this time, and under these particular circumstances, your song meant this totally other thing to me. Radio8Ball lives at the center of the Venn diagram of author’s intention, listener’s projection and divine happenstance that surrounds the art of song, and in the future when Blake is a musical guest on the show, I’m looking forward to discussing it with him.
BLANK PAGE
The other day
I did nothing
Just to see how it felt
Then a day turned into a week
Each day passing like a dream
You’ve been gone two months and a day
and I forgot about everything that I love
Wondering if I could just live without
all the things that ever cause me doubt
I wanna be a blank page
I wanna be the night sky
I wanna feel empty
Let my ropes go
The sun came up
and then the sun set
Left my thoughts out on the back step
Oh how I love to be alone
until I really feel alone
You’ve been gone this long before
Shines a light on all that I try to ignore
I should give all this weight away
and do nothing, nothing all day
I wanna be a blank page
I wanna be the night sky
I wanna feel empty
Let my ropes go
BRIDGE
I’ve been runnin’ for so long
I know you thought that I was strong
Please let my feet just be still
with no path to fulfill
I wanna be a blank page
I wanna be the night sky
I wanna feel empty
Let my ropes go
I wanna be a blank page
I wanna be the night sky
I wanna feel empty
Let my ropes go
