by Jay Brannan

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my first release ever - 4 original songs - only available digitally


released January 1, 2007

all songs written & performed by jay brannan
recorded by rudyard lee cullers at stratosphere sound (nyc)



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Jay Brannan New York, New York

Jay Brannan is a singer/songwriter based in New York City, and was also an actor in John Cameron Mitchell's indie film "Shortbus," which featured his song "Soda Shop." He went on to release a 4-song EP of original songs, 2 Christmas singles, 2 covers EPs, & 3 full albums of originals. ... more

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Track Name: Half-Boyfriend
music and lyrics by jay brannan

i don’t know where we’re going
but i know we’ve gone too far and
i hope it isn’t showing
but i think i love you and
i can’t believe you’re leaving
just when i let you in and
when you had me believing
i could feel again

i could give a million reasons
why we should not be friends
our moods change like the seasons
when my mood ends your mood begins and
you’re a tease, you’re a cockblocker,
you’re a loudmouth bitch, and a big talker,
but that’s okay
you’ll grow up someday

you’re the pill i never wanted to take—
an anti-misanthrope
mine was the heart i never thought you would break
my one hope was that i’d survive you

i’ve shown up for you
in ways that boy never would, but
i know you’ll go back to him and
maybe you should, but
hope you don’t go backwards
cuz i’m going on ahead and
one day you’ll wish that you had
stuck with me instead


as i wander through union square
i remember when you followed me there
you were the stalker i kinda wanted to have
being your half-boyfriend was only half bad


© 2004 great depression publishing (bmi)
Track Name: Body's a Temple
body’s a temple
music and lyrics by jay brannan

perfect body, perfect smile
your touch renders me servile, i love the
the way you speak to me, so sweet yet obscene
the way you smell of chlorine

i’m addicted, and you’d agree
i crave you endlessly
i feel useful on my knees
and i take comfort at your feet

they say your body’s a temple, well, boy were they right
this feels so simple, i could kiss you all night
and i could spend forever in the palm of your hand
but when the clock strikes twelve, oh, you’ll go home to another man

in my mind you found a fortress
one i’m happy to provide
no need to ask, just receive
believe it’s yours to take what thrills you inside

[chorus 2x]

© 2006 great depression publishing (bmi)
Track Name: 26-Hour Day
26-hour day
music and lyrics by jay brannan

once upon our time
in a land far gone
where hate crime’s enforced by state crime
even though they say the land of the free was made for both you and me

well, the girl next door might have cancer
and the hospital nearby’s got the answer, but
she’s never been there, can’t afford healthcare
in the arms of the home of the brave, she’s carried to her grave

marionettes for presidents, strung out on wars
and we’re not sure who’s american anymore
division of church and state is my kind of separatism
spreading god’s love through scare tactics is casual terrorism
and if abortion’s murder, let’s strip that right away, and
who gave women the right to vote anyway?

so many babies
brought into the world today
amongst so many maybes
like maybe they’ll feel loved, be provided for, and have a place to stay
but instead of placing them in loving stable homes
that might not fill the conservative bill
they’re tossed around the foster system like a hot potato
instead of making friends of dorothy
they’re thrown to the tornado

death warrants signed by murderers
who came to power through the back door
is this democracy or a monarchy
what do we hold elections for
you write your personal agenda on a post-it note
and leave the constitution lying on the bathroom floor

this is for the world trade center, for columbine
for oklahoma city and the lost and lonely friends of mine
for ireland, iran, iraq
and the suffering caused by the indian ocean’s attack
for falun gong and the berlin wall
the homeless, the hungry, and slaves to drugs and alcohol
indian, australian, african slaves
native americans whose amber waves of grain
were melted down into white men’s riches
victims of war and for salem’s witches
for boys who were told to act more like boys
and girls who were told to only play with girl toys
the voiceless, forgotten, plagued by disease
god help us please, please, please

maybe one day i’ll stop alternating
between thirteen hours of eating and thirteen hours of sleeping
and do something about it with what i guess could have been a twenty-six hour day

© 2004 great depression publishing (bmi)
Track Name: Unstable Boy
unstable boy
music and lyrics by jay brannan

staring down the barrel of another holiday
force-fed a christmas carol of another time, another place, another way
what child is this who, who laid to rest
on mary’s lap is sleeping
well, what child is this who, who feels so blessed
yet cannot keep from weeping

i should be tending to the horses who intend to cart my joy
from now into forever, i’m just a lowly unstable boy
i’m a failure on a journey, but my strength is gathering
and it’s only fair that i make it there, yeah, i’m on my way to mattering

but all the way, on the way, i couldn’t contain my fear
my lips only look rosy cuz my skin looks so white in here
shred up my fingers on this bottle cap that won’t twist off
aching for the syrup that could cure me of this hacking cough

ask me how i’m feeling and i’ll say i’m okay
though my mind is reeling, can’t think of anything better to say
is that what you get for running a yellow light—
piss full of regret and a fix that doesn’t last
i'm a super-cali-fragile piece of fucked up à la i need a spoonful of something fast



stupid fucking world of mine
you keep moving the fucking finish line
you trick me over here, you hide it over there
you start another game when you see me starting to care, well
i don’t expect you to hear me say
i’m gonna chew my way out of your lab rat cage someday


© 2005 great depression publishing (bmi)