Talking to No-One
From the Mind of Jason August
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These two songs are really about the same person, just viewed from different points in life and through different emotional lenses. Is it fiction? Is it based on real life events? Who could know? In the first song, we see her years later. The decisions were already made. The roads already taken. What remains is…
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Doris & The Whisky… Jason August: Your songs sound lived-in. Not imagined. Was life hard growing up? Lionel Shepard: Depends what you mean by hard. Some people mean hunger. Some mean violence. Some mean silence. Mine was mostly absence. Men coming and going. Women holding houses together with tired hands. Music was the only thing…
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I wrote “Leading Lines” when I was 34, back when everything still felt like it had a question mark behind it. Listening now at 52, I hear that younger version of me wide open to the world with no filters, no calluses yet—letting sound, light, and people’s humanity hit me full force. That’s what this…
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Something new to listen to: “Faith Today” is my attempt to take an unsparing look at a world where people don’t just accept control, they choose it. I stripped everything back on this one, both musically and vocally, because it didn’t need polish—it needed perspective. There are no heroes here, no simple answers, just the…
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We’re not living through collapse. Though we are living through something.We’re living through shared disorientation and fragmentation. An executive thought: The individuals who’ll matter most in the years ahead won’t be those with the most information, but those who can: I. A Misdiagnosis of “Bad Times” The common framing suggests a cyclical decline: strong men create good…
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I wrote this song about 15 years ago after realizing how much of my life I’d spent learning how to blend in. Read rooms. Match pace. Know when to agree, when to disappear, when not to ask hard questions. The starlings are a metaphor for that, a metaphor for how moving together can feel like…
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The Suno Version: The Original Version: I called this work, “the carriage.” It is about a lifelong confrontation with an unseen control system. The forces that claim authorship over our lives. It’s about living just outside the architect’s clean lines, believing you were meant for something you created, only to realize something else has been…
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Wrote this tiny little essay in my Sophomore year Philosophy Course. Enjoy, or hate it. We like to say we love people. Bodies. Names. Faces. But if we’re honest—brutally honest—those are just the containers. What we love is never the carbon itself. We love what happens inside and beside it. The way time behaves when…
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Ever met someone that you believe would be a perfect companion, only to realize they believe something that you don’t, perhaps they believe in a ghost or and idea that your little section of the world say is bad or worse–doesn’t exist. Why do we do this to each other? Is it for money? Is…
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This is a more recent work. I wrote the lyrics while I was in Africa last year (2024), after watching a drive-through documentary on the human decay across the Appalachian Mountains. I was born in West Virginia. If not for the grace of God, I would likely be a coal miner or an engine driver.…
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