John Jackson

Your Only Crime

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About John Jackson

Born in the broiling death-throes of the 1960s, the youngest of six (variously destined to become academics, teachers, charlatans and psychopaths) I was, so my mother said, accompanied by Donovan in the womb and born into Dylan, Simon & Garfunkel and Sgt Pepper (the orange vinyl edition!).

In the ‘70s came T-Rex and Queen: and heated arguments with school friends about whether The Police were ska-punk or white reggae.

The 1980s blew in, and brought with them XTC, Duran Duran, Billy Joel and Howard Jones... I learned to play the guitar, and the piano - and dreamed of synthesiser racks and dry ice.

The ‘90s swept all that aside. A decade lost to American Music Club, Tom Waits and a late discovery of Elvis Costello. By now on my second university stint, living in Oxford, and breathing music. Catching glimpses of the spotlight but always, it seemed, stepping into it the second it swung elsewhere.

 

But no matter. I was flying high. I moved to London and toured the acoustic venues. I remember the day Andy said ‘Have you heard this band Coldplay? They’re a bit like you’.

And a few years later: standing in the oversized baggage queue behind Gwyneth and Chris at Stansted airport! My marriage went the same way theirs did. Though mine produced not conscious uncoupling, but unconscious decoupling of my head from my body. My song on Late Night Flying – Your Only Crime – is a testament to that experience. Nevertheless, the 2000s saw two albums; an award for songwriting; and a record released with Magnatune. (Who are not evil.)

This year, 2021, via a songwriting competition, I fell in with a group of talented and overlooked songwriters. And with whom I am pleased to be a part of the project that is Late Night Flying.




Your Only Crime - LYRICS

love me always
with your body
with your heart, and your lips, and your arms and those fists

and your only crime was loving too hard
too much of the time
and wasting away the prime of your life

get what you want, and get it when you need it
when the beast gets hungry you know you feed it

and your only crime was loving too hard
too much of the time
and wasting away the prime of your life

ut love flew away, every time you flew into a rage
battering its wings against the bars of its cage

and your only crime was loving too hard
too much of the time
and wasting away in the prime of your life

but if your only crime was loving too hard
too much of the time
then why I am right here wasting away the prime of my life
you just kind of wasted my precious time

The Story Behind The Song

when a man hits a woman during the course of what may, or may not, outwardly appear to be a loving relationship – the overwhelming opinion of the many is that this is unacceptable behaviour. the moral outrage is triggered, and processes have been put in place to protect victims of domestic abuse. campaigns for awareness have been set in motion - very often mainly considering men as perpetrators and woman as victims. not that i have a problem with this. violence within relationships is horrible.

but when a woman hits a man during the course of what may, or may not, outwardly appear to be a loving relationship. people are more likely to ask the man what he did to deserve it.


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