Mango Jennings

Singlehood: a life cycle


Stage one: the break-up

As usual, my entry into singlehood began with a break-up. In the early phase of a break-up there is often a bargaining stage. It's the stage where you try to figure out how to make it work again despite the clear evidence that it is broken for good. This song is about the ernest, beautiful, messy foolishness that I endured after my love life broke and I still wanted to fix it.

Song: Fool
Recorded in Dortmund, Germany

Lyrics:
I have been holdin' so tight
Even though you have another life
I don't what it is I should do
I have one heart, one love, I follow through

I'm a fool for you
If you met me in the middle
I'd say I do, I do
When you try to put it all down
On a paper, your life now
And read it to the open air
Just read it like you did not care
'Cause I am a fool for you...

Singlehood: a life cycle


Stage two: the blame game

The new alonenss brought anger, resenment, and a desire blame to someone or something. Though most might blame themself or their ex... I thought the problem was bigger than that. I saw our American culture and its lack of depth as the source. I thought (and still think) that if we had a culture that encouraged us to slow down and simply enjoy eachothers company, a culture less obessessed with perfect bodies and shiny things, it would be easier to find and keep love.

Song: American Soul
Recorded in San Diego, CA

Lyrics:
America, where did you go?
I wish I lived when you had your soul.
Like James Dean and Dr. King,
they knew why the cage bird sings.
Ask old black Jack Keroac, where is the road

To soul
American soul
Where have you gone, where did you go?

America, where have you gone?
I hope you can still sing your song
A melody that we all need
The one we lost trying to be
But from the salt we once found gold
And from the lost we once found that

Soul
American soul
Where have you gone, where did you go?

Singlehood: a life cycle


Stage Three: acceptance

‘ There's comes a point where it is not worth feeling depressed or self-conscious any more--a point where almost any future will be better than your past, a point where you just have to stop mulling things over in your head, a point where you just have to say "f"-it and perhaps, even "f"-you, and move on. This is the way I did that:

Song:Fade
Recorded in Penang, Malaysia

Lyrics:
My lover found a lover
now i'm headed undercover
oh no
but i know that it will be all right
I hit the floor again
but I've been down here before I just say
eh(the Canadian "eh"), oh oh, eh eh, oh oh, oh-oh
hey-eh
I won't go down that road
I won't go down that road-
eh, oh oh, eh eh, oh oh, oh-oh
hey-eh

Singlehood: a life cycle


Stage Four: Growth

‘At this point I was above the bad weather and I was becoming truly free of the past. The clearing gave me plenty of time for introspection and for a reevaluation of what and where I really wanted to be. This song is about wanting something real again instead of simply settling for a distraction (i.e. settling for a fling).

Song: Bed in Bangkok
Recorded in Bangkok, Thailand

Lyrics:
I've got lions
in my basement
I do my best to keep they quiet
but sometimes we go out at night.
And we roam those streets of grey
where everyone know your name
when they got love, or so they say.
and it has been too long
way too long
since I've seen that rise
that California sun coming in my room
Tell me your stories of Manitoba
I'll let you know about the sun
that shines down on an empty L.A.
And if you don't meet this kiss
then some day you will regret it
in the silence between your lover's lips
and it has been too long
way too long
since I've seen that rise
that California sun coming in my room

Singlehood: a life cycle


Stage Five: Something New

Being free of the past you are finally are available and open to the idea of someone new. In this song, instead of writing about the past, I wrote about what I wanted in the future: something that felt like home.

Song: Like Home
Recorded in San Diego, CA

Lyrics:
She somehow
feels
like home.
Like home,
like home,
like the home I was meant to know.

I found my place...
in her arms.
I found my place..
in her arms.
I found my rest...
in her lips.
I found my place...

‘Cause she somehow
feels
like home
Like home,
like home,
like the home I was meant to know.