"Jessica (EP version)" genre: Rock
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	Bouncy pop track from debut EP
	CD: You're An Impulse EP   Label: Cascadia Music Credits: Written by David Fuller and Tipical
	Story Behind the Song This song was written all at once very late at night in the fall of 2001. Subsequently 2 finished versions have been recorded, the one for the 2002 GFU Campus Album and this version, finished in January 2003. Lyrics Jessica left for the moon yesterday It was not what she thought it would be Instead of a place where the bad went away It reminded her of all the things that her daddy said Jessica left for the moon yesterday ‘Cause she needed a place she could breathe But instead of an atmosphere free of decay It was cold empty lake houses smelling of vacuums Look, Momma’s in pearls and she’s making us dinner While Papa’s away at another late meeting Don’t tell me you know This isn’t Baker Street This isn’t Hollywood This isn’t silver screen Tell me you know This isn’t family This isn’t where we belong anymore Jessica left for the moon yesterday And she’s selling her clothes to the poor And anything else that reminds her of home And the smells that she felt as she walked in that kitchen door Momma’s in pearls and she’s getting the pies out While Papa is mixing another martini Don’t tell me you know This isn’t Baker Street This isn’t Hollywood This isn’t silver screen Tell me you know This isn’t family This isn’t where we belong anymore Back at the moon, Jessica’s looking For something like food Something to change the Consistently hollow And pit-like consistency Of her inflection “And all that they took from me!” Sure, Papa’s out late and Momma’s a fruitcake But can you rebut that it’s they who made you this way? Keep up the tirade and wait till your back breaks in Two little pieces, they’ll look at them shaking their heads “She was so small for her hate.” “She could have been so great, if she only got therapy.” Jessica left for the moon yesterday It was not what she thought she would see Instead of what she wanted taken away She recalls all the faults gently pointing back to herself Momma and Papa are looking at counseling While you’re still looking at men like they’re gasoline Fires you can’t touch cause they’ll give you a headache And steal at your soul even though everybody knows better

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