Pieces

by Jess Hill

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Nostalgia can be a beautiful thing. The warmth generated in one’s heart by memories of bygone and idealized times feels like nothing else in the spectrum of emotion.
As a songwriter I sometimes feel my work is about building little altars for moments. Every note, every silence, every beat is an item placed just so, to pay homage to a memory, a dream, a feeling, an idea.
Time passes and then – assuming the works are good enough – the moment is archived and that wistful feeling swells in my heart, but so many of these poetic, structures of reverence get lost for a time.
They sit, unknown in the muse’s attic collecting dust and humming quietly to themselves until life decides either by fate or circumstance to make them relevant again.
I always have a desire for songs that bare a kinship to one another to live in the same archive, spinning out their days into old age. So certain tunes get set aside and nearly forgotten. It’s hard to sometimes imagine what “being present” means when I realize I am on stage playing a song I wrote when I was 23 years old. Yet, every time I find that music can truly be transportive. A 6th sense as integral to our memories as the olfactory world.
Such is the story with the 5 tunes on the Pieces EP.
5 songs all penned pre Orchard, between 2006 and 2008.
A time when I lived in the basement suites of tree lined streets in East Vancouver.
A time when I broke my own heart with assumptions and insecurities, and then felt it heal and swell with curiosity.
These songs and the archiving of them return me to my first blushing attraction with the art of songwriting and music. They stand together and remind me that my heart still breaks and I still heal and feel full of wonder and love for this life.

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released March 5, 2013

Jess Hill - voice, acoustic guitar, electric guitar
Jesse Gander - percussion, bass, pump organ, guitar solo
Tim Tweedale - pedal steel, trumpet
Khari McLelland - harmonies
Scott Bell - duet vocal

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Jess Hill Vancouver, British Columbia

Jess Hill is a storyteller whose delicately constructed lyrical worlds captivate, standing firmly with her blues-draped compositions. Inviting the audience into her realm with a voice like the sound of a well-rosined bow across heartstrings she can pull a room of strangers into her palm, crushing them with stinging emotions and releasing them reborn into the night. ... more

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The season is coming up towards a change

It’s a gamble to say it, but I still feel the same

Stop rolling the dice, baby,
Stop counting cards

I’m the windfall to get you out
From between a rock and something hard
And even if that’s just a lie

I would be the last one

To leave you

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The season’s coming up towards a change

It means a lot less sunshine 
It means a lot more rain

But if you’d stay, if you’d close the door
I promise
I won’t let the wind teach me

His sad songs no more

And even if that’s just a lie

I would be the last one

To leave you 

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Track Name: I Was Wrong
I Was Wrong



The ceiling stares at me

Through the window

Streetlights glare at me

And I know, that they’ve known all along

I was wrong

Still nothing,
But the time on these hands,
Understands

Why I’m not crying

Even though my hearts trying to move one,
Nothing’s wrong
It’s just a shadow

It’s not a ghost

My heart ain’t haunted

No, not even close

I’m not standing around

Pacing holes in the ground

No I’m singing and tapping my toes


Tell me why are all of my

Favourite songs so sad?

Tell me why do they make me feel good instead of bad?
When the ceiling stares at me

Through the window

Streetlights glare at me

And I know, that they’ve known all along

I was wrong
Track Name: It Don't Matter
It Don’t Matter



My favourite coward

My sweet sheepish grin
It don’t matter where we run to now

If we can’t forget about where we’ve been
I run to the mountains

I run to the sea

In and out of the arms of new lovers and
Closer to the sound of these strings


You may have a habit
Of slamming into things

Just to feel that shiver up your spine

But I’ve got a history

Of loving love that don’t last too long

Because I feel more alive when I pine


So run, run to the mountains

Run, run to the sea

In and out of the arms of new lovers

And closer to the sounds of these strings


My favourite coward
My sweet sheepish grin

It don’t matter where we run to now

If we can’t forget about where we’ve been

I said it don’t matter
No, it don’t matter
Track Name: Pieces
Pieces



I put my voice in a jar

It’s not likely you’ll hear it from where you are

I tightened the lid

I keep it well hid

Under ground and in the dark


And these blue eyes of mine

You’ll see they’re easy to hide

In a matchbox or two

They blink and dream of you

While they go out to sea on the tide


Oh, these lips

They’ll only kiss

The ink that you’ve left on this page

In an envelope bound for nowhere

They cope, knowing the secret was saved


But my heart
That’s the harder part

Not so easily contained

To put a ship in a bottle

You have to dismantle
If you hope to assemble the same


And pieces can go missing

Yeah, sometimes, pieces go missing
Track Name: In The Other Room
In The Other Room



He’s singing in the other room

Every phrase paraphrasing gloom

The volume soft and low

No one else around

I like to hear wind chimes and 

Traffic noises filtered by

The beauty of his sounds


Every breath a treasure
Every pause a piece of gold

I’ve been out panning

He’s been digging holes

Seeking out a melody

For every word our mouths

Cannot bare to hold

We are hardship and handkerchieves 

We wear our hearts stitched to our sleeves

And without a word to share between us

We hum ourselves to sleep

Every breath a treasure
Every pause a piece of gold

I’ve been out panning

He’s been digging holes

Seeking out a melody

For every word our mouths

Cannot bare to hold