Jim White ...

Michael Davis Pratt (born March 10, 1957) known professionally as Jim White, is a southern American singer-songwriter and guitarist.

-Raised in Pensacola, Florida, a town crushed between the church and heroin, Jim’s songs reach deep into the underbelly of the South. One time Pentacostal, fashion model, New York taxi driver, drifter, pro-surfer, photographer, film-maker, his music is the conduit for all the stories he collected along the way. His previous albums ‘Wrong-Eyed Jesus’ [1997], ‘No Such Place’ [2001] and ‘Drill a Hole in That Substrate…’ [2004] were acclaimed as masterpieces of ‘outer space alt.country’ and established Jim as a phenomenal maverick talent. Jim also starred in the BBC4 film ‘Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus’, an award-winning road-movie exploring Southern culture through its music and stories.White's live shows, particularly when touring solo, can be characterized as off-beat, blending his playlist with open discussion with the audience, anecdotal storytelling derived from his own life experiences, all of which is typically humorous and insightful,with a deep sense of his feeling for the broken beauty of humanity. He has stated during shows that ultimately he wishes to return to the academic field, particularly as a professor, rather than continue as a professional, touring musician. Much of this is due to his family life, which he has stated takes priority in his life and is the reason he does not like touring very much. Now living in an old farmhouse in the backwoods of Georgia, Jim White may have finally reached a place called home, but his other search, for what he calls ‘the gold tooth in God’s crooked smile’ continues in this new set of backyard tales.

Discography

Albums:
1997: Wrong-Eyed Jesus (The Mysterious Tale of How I Shouted)
2001: No Such Place
2004: Drill a Hole in That Substrate and Tell Me What You See
2005: Jim White Presents Music from Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus
2007: Transnormal Skiperoo
2012: Where It Hits You

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Jim White - Crash Into The Sun

When too much beauty numbs the mind

When what you see ain't what you get

When digging deeper what you find

Is skeletons best left behind

We go crash into the sun

Ain't enough bullets in this here gun

We got cash, now who's talking trash?

Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down

We take out our brains and shake 'em all around

It's a gas, a real kick in the pants

Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting

? Hoo, hoo, who do you know and do you blow minds?

And when the monkey see what the monkey do

Some fool's checking out the chump in you

They got magic hoops for jumping through

You let some space case say false is true

We go crash into the sun

Ain't enough bullets in this here gun

We got cash, now who's talking trash?

Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down

We take out our brains and shake 'em all around

It's a gas, a real kick in the pants

Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting

? Hoo, hoo, who do you know and do you blow minds?

Do you blow minds?"

The further you go the deeper it gets

With so much to remember, it's fun to forget

Surrender your mind to life's sweet blindfold

Hey, don't think twice just do as you're told

Go on and crash into the sun

Ain't enough bullets in this here gun

We got cash, now who's talking trash?

Jumping up and down and the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down

We take out our brains and shake 'em all around

It's a gas, a real kick in the pants

Everywhere we go we bring the house down

We go crash into the sun

Ain't enough bullets in this here gun

We got cash, now who's talking trash?

Jumping up and down on the bus downtown

We are brash, we all fall down

We take out our brains and shake 'em all around

It's a gas, a real kick in the pants

Everywhere we go we bring the house down shouting

? Hoo, who do you know, hoo, who do you know?

Hoo, who do you know?"

And do you, and do you, and do you, and do you, and do you

And do you, and do you, do you blow minds?

Just ask him, do you blow minds?

You gotta blow minds, can you blow minds?

You're wasting my time

Jim White - Turqouise House

I'll never fit in, so why should I try?

How'm I ever gonna pass for a normal guy?

I can't wear no suit and tie

Gotta let my freak flag fly

If I walk the straight and narrow

One more day, I think I'll die

Because I wanna live in a turquoise house

With turquoise garden and a turquoise yard

Drive around town in a turquoise car

Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

Now faith is a riddle and love is a dream

Things are seldom what they seem

If you say your prayers at night

And comb your hair just right

You might not feel like you're in hell

But then again you might

Because I wanna live in a turquoise house

With turquoise garden and a turquoise yard

Drive around town in a turquoise car

Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

I want turquoise carpets and turquoise shoes

Turquoise papers with all the turquoise news

Turquoise only---not teal or aquamarine

I've seen my future and it's a

Shade of blueish green

Now I can't turn back, there ain't no way

(he's going turquoise today)

When word gets out there'll be hell to pay

(He's going turquoise today)

This life's not for the faint

But you can't be what you ain't

I know I'll never truly be myself

Till I get me that turquoise paint..

Because I wanna live in a turquoise house

With turquoise garden and a turquoise yard

Drive around town in a turquoise car

Find a turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

A turquoise girl with a turquoise heart

A turquoise girl in a turqouise dress

And a skirt and a shirt that's

Covering up her pretty little turquoise heart

JIM WHITE -"Jailbird"

Dixie is a scourge and a scar

And a girl in my heart and a state of mind

Jesus is the man with a plan

He's a short haired Mexican friend of mine

This small town crowd should've dragged you down

Can't leave your past behind

Wipers in the rain tap out time

Coming up on a new state line

I wanna be a jailbird

From the prison of my own damn mind

Gonna get me a fast car

Set out and see what I can find

Brick up the well of tears and disappear

Leave myself behind

Gonna be a jailbird

From the prison of my own damn mind

Midnight, take a short cut

Through the downtown cemetery

No stepping on graves

Check the statue of the Virgin Mary

She's catching moonlight in the shadows

Revealing spider webs

Can you see the black widow

Hung between our lady's hands?

I wanna be a jailbird

From the prison of my own damn mind

Gonna get me a fast car

Set out and see what I can find

Brick up the well of tears and disappear

Leave myself behind

Gonna be a jailbird

From the prison of my own damn mind

Now used to be when I was young

I was so hungry for oblivion

My thoughts would linger

Like fingers in a deadly web

But in time as sorrow showed it's face

In kind I learned to ache for grace

To work and pray to one day

Be delivered whole, alive and free

I wanna be a jailbird

From the prison of my own damn mind

Gonna get me a fast car

Set out and see what I can find

Brick up the well of tears and disappear

Leave myself behind

Gonna be a jailbird

From the prison of my own damn mind

JIM WHITE -"Diamonds To Coal"

It's the twilight hour

As the sun goes down

I see a flatbed Ford with a scrapyard load

Rattle off through town

The railroad crossing lights flash on

There ain't no train in sight

A crescent moon will soon ascend

As day gives way to night

And I feel home

And I think how far away

I got from home

Back in the bad old days

But I'm done turning diamonds to coal

Now just before dinner time

This old drunk comes knocking on my door

Say he's looking for some girl who lived here

Twenty-seven years ago

The radio in the kitchen is playing

'Papa Was A Rolling Stone'

And as he strolls away into the night

And the streetlights flicker on

I get to thinking about home

And how sometimes there come a day

When I try to get back home

But all you can do is run away

But I'm done turning diamonds to coal

In love we find out who we are

In sorrow we abide

Our strength's revealed by what we build

From the broken things inside

But a day will come when you will know

Which way you must choose to go

To travel on and live alone

Or turn yourself around and try to get back home

Try to get back home

And now way up high two jet planes

Weave spider webs across the sky

As that flatbed Ford has dropped his load

Now there he goes swinging by

And the silence gathering 'round this house

Makes such a lovely sound

That I know for sure that I am cured

From turning diamonds, from turning diamonds to coal

'Cause I feel home and I'm done turning diamonds to coal

Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal

Jim White – ''A Perfect Day to Chase Tornados''

Way down south I know a girl who is blind.

She walks alone along a lonely highway each day.

She dreams that one day a man will pull up in a car.

He'll open up the door, she'll climb in and he will say:

"Hey babe, whatcha know? Hope you're ready to go,

'Cause today's a perfect day to chase tornados."

Yeah when the wild wind whips around your head you know, that you have found a perfect day to chase tornados.

And what about that preacher man on the run from the law?

He killed a girl in Memphis and ran 'till the dogs tracked him down.

They shot him by the river and as he lay dying in the mud,

Well someone asked him, hey Preacher, where's your soul going now?

And Preacher said, "Well, I do not know, but wherever it is I'll gladly go...

'Cause today's a perfect day to chase tornados."

Yeah when the wild wind kicks around your head you know, that you have found a perfect day to chase tornados.

Sometimes I think that the sky is a prison and the earth is a grave.

And sometimes I feel like Jesus, in some Chinese opera.

And sometimes I'm glad I built my mansion from crazy little stones.

But sometimes I feel so goddamned trapped by everything that I know.

And I wish it wasn't so, cause the only thing that anyone should ever know

Is that today's a perfect day to chase tornados.

Yeah, when the wild wind whips around your head you know,

That you have found a perfect day to chase tornados.

Jim White-''When Jesus Gets a Brand New Name''

Damn them dogs is really smart

Think I'd better lose the snowshoes

Thought the skid marks on the road'd throw them off,

But damn them dogs is smart

And on Devil's Island of the heart,

You can't afford to make a big mistake

You gotta plan your jail break carefully

Very carefully!

And them crickets chirping in my hair

They're about to drive me smack insane.

I don't know quite who put 'em there

But everytime I hear 'em it sound just like;

When Jesus gets a brand new name!

Now I'm hiding in a funky shadow

I see a TV show through the window

there's lawyers riding in a speedboat

They're solving cases on the ocean.

I'm going over the waterfalls

I'm a lamb to the slaughter ya'll

Better duck because that flying thing

Is coming back this way!

I tell you what the hay!

Friggin A!

A certified genius couldn't do it better.

You disagree?

Well, that's okay, we'll notify you with a letter!

When Jesus gets a brand new name!

Golden dust, golden bones, golden opportunities.

You flush 'em all down the rusty drain

Better laugh, boy, before you feel the pain.

And get yourself good and saved,

Make sure that you are well behaved;

You should part your hair,

You should shine your shoes,

You should say your prayers,

You should pay your dues

you do heart surgery with a hammer

Then you lock 'em all up in the gospel slammer

'Till there's nothing left for this corpse to say

Except "Drag my stinking butt away!"

When Jesus gets a brand new name!

My friends;

Cross your fingers, cross your hearts,

'Cause they've ripped that sucker clean apart

And don't catch my whole guitar on fire

As you embrace the lips of my wild desire.

Now you're messing with my superstition

Hey, what about the Inquisition?!

Yeah I like 'em big, like 'em chunky,

I like 'em pasty faced, like a superjunky.

You steal the water from the well of love,

It'll sit in your tummy like O.J.'s glove

So don't you give me none

Of that dadgummed shango,

'Cause I know that it takes two to tango!

When Jesus gets a brand new name!

Jim White - ''Heaven of My Heart''

Radio song, playing in the car

Don't even know where we are

I don't know the time or day or the color

Of the clothes I'm wearing

Would you look at that sky

Pretty little stars, twinkling far above in Heaven

It sorta make me feel like dancing

Right here in the moonlight

But this little girl, well she's so shy

She won't even look up, into the sky

At the shiny stars

Guiding stars, pointing the way

To the Heaven of my heart

Guiding stars, pointing the way

To the Heaven of my

The Heaven of my heart

Yeah, I got a funny bone, laugh like a mule

Always did pretty good in school

But still I cannot decipher this girls arithmetic

Still I'd walk to the moon, I'd lick a spittoon

I'd wear woolly underwear in a sauna

Just to show her how much I wanna be her lovable lunatic

But she's so demure, that it's no surprise

When I tell her I love her, well she just closes her eyes

To the shiny stars

Guiding stars, pointing the way

Jim White-"Still Waters"

Well, I was shacked up down in Mobile

With a girl from New York City

She woke me up one night to tell me

That we weren't alone

She said, she saw the ghost

Of a woman staring at me

I told her not to worry

But in the morning when I woke up, she was gone

So I headed on to Florida where

I tangled with some sailors

And as I lay bloody on the wharf

I cursed the ship they sailed on

Wouldn't you know, twenty four hours later

That ship sank into the ocean

Disappearing like an unwanted memory

Beneath the waves

I guess it's 'cause still waters run

Run deep in me

'Cause I got this crazy way, crazy way

I'm swimming in still waters

And I was woke up just before dawn

By an old man crying in the rain

He was drunk and he was lonely

And as he passed by he sang a hymn

And as I lay there listening

Well, I almost joined him in that song

But instead I just held my peace

And waited 'till that old man moved along

Then later on that day

About a quarter mile out of town

I found his body hanging in

A grove of pines, swaying in the wind

And as he swang that rope sang

Another hymn to Jesus

And this time, though I don't know why

I somehow felt inclined to sing along

I guess it's cause still waters run

Run deep in me

'Cause I got this crazy way, crazy way

I'm swimming in still waters

Yes, and there are projects for the dead

And there are projects for the living

Thought I must confess sometimes

I get confused by that distinction

And I just throw myself into the arms

Of that which would betray me

I guess to see how far providence

Will stoop down just to save me

And it's all because, still waters run

Run deep in me

'Cause I've got this crazy way, crazy way

I'm swimming in still waters

JIM WHITE -"Bluebird"

Bluebird on a telephone line

How are you? I'm feeling fine

Sweetly do I whisper your name

Lonely solo taxi ride to a cheap motel

On the wrong side of the tracks

The facts are tricky to explain

Cold front bearing down

Blowing in from Birmingham

By dawn the window's wet with icy rain

Behind fourteen doors

A sad parade of paramours are throwing little

White rocks at sorrow's window pane

Me, I've found someone to love more than the rain

Salvation Army ringing bell

Kingdom come and wishing wells

Hey Santa Claus I see your junkie eyes

It's the devil and the deep blue sea with old friends

I hope I never see again all tangled up

With misery and lies

The lonely hiss of passing cars

Feeds the ache of ancient scars

Like ghosts beneath my bed rattling chains

No good luck charm or remedy ever

Proved to soothe my sanity

Nor bad medicine served to ease my pain

Had to find someone to love more than the rain

Now, old habits will die hard

This pile of junk setting in my yard

Souvenirs from the wrecking ball of dreams

You spend a lifetime tearing temples

Down, it gets to feel like

Hallowed ground is a shallow grave

Where ne'er the bluebird sings

Last time home when I played this song

You said, "Dad, it's sad, and way too long"

And I pulled you close and held you in my arms

Yes, salvation wears a thin disguise

'Cause I can see the heaven in your eyes

And I thank God them years

I searched were not in vain

Finally found someone to love more than the rain

Bluebird, I love you more than the rain

10.

JIM WHITE -"Static On The Radio"

3 A.M. I’m awakened

By a sweet summer rain

Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train

Was I dreaming

Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed?

Am I hearing things?

Or in the next room

Did a long forgotten music box just start playing?

And I know (it’s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead)

And I know (it’s a crime to weave your wishes into what they said)

And I know (only fools venture where them spirits tread)

'Cause I know (every word, every sound bouncing 'round my head)

Is just static on the radio

(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio)

Now there's a church house

About a stone's throw down

From this place where I been staying

It's Sunday morning

And I'm sittin' in my truck

Listening to my neighbor sing

Ten years ago I might have joined in

But don’t time change those inclined

To think less of what is written

Than what’s wrote between the lines?

'Cause I know (dreams are for those who are asleep in bed)

And I know (it's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead)

'Cause I know (for all my ruminations I can't change a thing

Still I hope (there's others out there who are listening)

To the static on the radio

(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio

Static on the radio

(Ain't praying for miracles, I’m just down on my knees)

Static on the radio

(Listening for the song behind everything I think I know)

Static on the radio

(Everything I think I know is just static on the radio)''

11.

JIM WHITE -''That Girl From Brownsville Texas''

I say, "God, if You ain't smiling on me, then You ain't no friend of mine"

It's late at night and this motel room's drunk

I been listening to the lonesome wind crying

My best friend once said, "Jim, what you cling to

That's the thing that you had best forget

For ain't no rose bed ever gonna bloom in an untended field of regrets"

Guess, I been busy killing time, counting bullet holes in state line signs

I led a life of lonely drifting, trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind

You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail of what you need to leave behind

Oh, sweet Jesus, won't You help me?

'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love

With that girl from Brownsville, Texas

Midnight radio, a crackly, white gospel station kicking out the sounds

Of some half assed revival, me, I never much cared for the feelings

You get quoting scriptures from out of the Bible

For as the crow flies, I know only one cure for a permanent tear in your eye

You gotta crank like hell, that rope on old sorrow's well

'Til the day that the bucket comes up dry

Now, dreams are just prayers, without the put on airs

And though my history of dreams is a scandal of back assward schemes

And romantic disasters, where Lord, You dealt me more cards

Than I could handle

Still from the lips of this half hearted sinner

Comes the pledge of a half baked saint

'Cause Lord, I might finally be willing to become the religious fool

You always wanted me to be, if in return, we could just tell that girl

I'm the man, You and me both know that I ain't

Now, dreams are just prayers, without the put on airs

And though my history of dreams is a scandal of back assward schemes

And romantic disasters, where Lord, You dealt me more cards

Than I could handle

Still, from the lips of this half hearted sinner

Comes the pledge of a half baked saint

'Cause Lord, I might finally be willing to become the religious fool

You always wanted me to be, if in return, we could just tell that girl

I'm the man, You and me both know that I ain't

12.

Jim White - ''Chase the Dark Away''

Listen while you read!

We drift along down rivers

Past the times we were born

Past broken smokestack factories

Graveyards of lost loved ones

We cast our dreams on waters dark

We just watch them drift away

We turn our eyes heavenward

But feel no need to pray

Chorus

It’s that day upon day

Trial upon trial

Wished upon walked upon

Smile we smile each day

Gonna chase this dark away

Chase the dark away

This life is short and aren’t we deviled

By all we’ve become

The inventory of our sins

Has struck us deaf and dumb

The stories we once lived to tell

Have long since faded gray

We know not of Heaven’s grace

What piper must we pay?

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Chorus

These falling leaves

Might tell a tale

Of harder times to come

But let us not surrender to

Our fears and turn to run

For our dreams will rise up above this earth

To mingle with the stars

To return as healing summer rain

A balm to these ancient scars

It’s that day upon day

Trial upon trial

Wished upon walked upon

Smile we smile each day

Yeah that smile we smile each day

Yeah that Smile we smile each day

Come chase the dark away

Someone help me chase this dark away

Darling smile smile smile smile

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