“It’s just my body. I guess it’s just my life.” Two of several telling lines from a pair of beautifully powerful songs by the the Australian singer-songwriter from her forthcoming album, Crushing. Jacklin, from Sydney has already released two albums, but these first two from the next, due out in 2019, are perhaps her best yet - simmering, intense, heavily ironic, focused on difficult relationships in which the narrator has been physically and/or mentally abused. The first, slow and gentle, has a series of verses building in intensity around dramatic scenes, ending with a killer outro. The second, more upbeat in style, focuses on a perhaps less dramatic, but still troubled relationship, highlighting the confusion around messages from head and body’s to a man who has misunderstand feelings, needs and personal space. These are recurring and important issues Jacklin seems most comfortable in expressing through song.
The police met the plane
They let you finish your meal
I know you'd like to believe it baby
But you're more kid than criminal
Just a boy who could not
Get through a domestic flight
Without lighting up in the restroom
Got caught, cloud of smoke, thumb still on the light
You looked so proud
Couldn't wait to call a friend
We had to fly back home
Never got the money back for that weekend
Right there on the Sydney tarmac
I threw my luggage down
I said, "I'm gonna leave you,"
I'm not a good woman when you're around
That's when the sound came in
I could finally see
I felt the changing of the seasons
All of my senses rushing back to me
Go your own way
Watch me turn my own head
Eyes on the driver, hands in my lap
Heading to the city to get my body back
I remembered early days
When you took my camera
Turned to me, 23, naked on your bed looking straight at ya
Do you still have that photograph?
Would you use it to hurt me?
Well, I guess it's just my life
And it's just my body
I guess it's just my life
And it's just my body
I guess it's just my life
And it's just my body
I guess it's just my life
And it's just my body
I guess it's just my life
And it's just my body
Give me a full length mirror
So I can see the whole picture
My head alone gives nothing away
'Cause I could stand on a chair
Put it back by the table before you get there
My head alone doesn't know how to say
I don't want to be touched all the time
I raised my body up to be mine
He said give me another drink
You know its easier to talk
When you don't have to think
Well my head alone won't do it that way
C'mon give me the room tonight
You know that I told you before that you hold me to tight
And my head alone just wants to say
I don't want to be touched all the time
I raised my body up to be mine
Yeah I don't want to be touched all the time
I raised my body up to be mine
I have your back
More than I have mine
I want you to feel good
All of the time
So i'll say it 'till he understands
You can love somebody without using your hands
Yeah i'll say it 'till he understands
You can love somebody without using your hands
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