J. Schnitt

“one of the most profound and prolific songwriters of our generation…” -(Rockin’ th suburbs podcast.) J. Schnitt has been navigating the murky waters of independent music for the past 20 years, bringing a singular vision, one of a kind voice, and a true DIY spirit, over the course of 23 albums, hundreds of songs, and thousands of shows.

“Patriot” – J. Schnitt

Ive seen a cleaver clenched in fists
that shake in fiery fevered fits
that aim to hew the head of this
and ache to break all those who hiss
and dear to call you out for what you really are.

Ive seen your lazy bullets fly
Ive seen the hate behind your eyes
Ive see the blessed people cry
Now you’ve got no alibi
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord

You can see what you want to see.
But you aint seen the last of me.

Ive heard your twisted tyrant tongue
turning tricks and lies that hung
I’ve heard the roaring thunder come
Your time is short, you better run
Ive heard the righteous rise up in the shadows of your walls

Ive heard Joshuas trumpets ring
Ive heard a million people sing
the voice of freedom echoing
with every footstep in the street
If its silence that you seek, we’ll make sure you never sleep

You can hear what you want to hear.
You aint heard the last of me

I was there when we dumped the Boston Tea
I was there at Selma and Montgomery.
At the trail of tears my eyes did weep
I was there to protest every war you seek.
I was there at every turn you tried to tear this country down.

We’ll be there on the White House lawn
We’ll be there to tear down every wall
We’ll be there in every picket line
We’ll be there in firing line
We’ll be there at every righteous revolution yet to come.

You can see what you want to see.
You aint seen the last of me.

“Rich Guys in Space – Live Solo” – J. Schnitt (all sounds produced live by J. Schnitt, no loops)

Been playing that hard life bingo
We don’t ever win though
Speak that brand new lingo
Get that cell phone ringtone
gimme that train to hop on
gimme that space to park on
gimme your raging hard-on
tell me whats the problem
every day is sunny
its all milk and honey
get that avocado toast
and dirty money

so don’t worry your pretty little face
we flies in the alcohol
and rich guys in space

Gotta do what they taught us
Gotta take what they bought us
Jesus in the corporate office
working over time
We got that “your going hell” religion
on that television
on the Lords mission to take your last dime
Preachers praying
don’t know what they’re saying
but they’re so damn sure
that they’re goin to heaven

so don’t worry your pretty little face
we got thoughts and prayers
and rich guys in space

got them corporate sponsors
for our airplane bombers
whats a few more goners
if we keep that oil running
keep that dime store fiction
gimme your pole position
gimme that indecision
gimme them pop star pundits
to tell us what to think
gimme that PTA
to tell us what to read

so don’t worry your pretty little face
God Bless the USA and Rich Guys in Space

“Dinosaurs” – J. Schnitt

1000 years or maybe more
before the oceans rose and covered every shore
we carved our names into the banks of the Ohio
immortal river flows almost forever

Chorus:
And if the future comes
will you remember us

the clouds were a dinosaur and the moon it was its eye
and as it waltzed across, devoured up the sky
the city lights were only stars hanging in the night
and one by one they flickered out and died

chorus

and when the time is right
all ancient architecture and city lights
and every monument and totem
turns to dust
so will I
and though I know the time is right
im still petrified

chorus

1000 years or maybe more
after the sea’s recede
revealing every shore
and when our children dig
let the fossil record show
our names carved in the banks
of the Ohio