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jeaster Really good vocals and instrumentals. Can't hum it but it is dark and catchy. Favorite track: Offensive.
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HURTis 06:20
Some people don't start aging Until it's too late to fully recover What's been lost and destroyed. Some turn 16, and never get a day past it. Nothin much hasn't changed. You didn't have to take it out on me. All I ever wanted was someone Someone to look up to. We become most what we hate--and can't beat And since I couldn't beat you I became you instead. Our dysfunctions are fed by Familial presence. They coddle And bribe with cursed assurance. Does anyone really love you? If they can't tell you when you're wrong Do you know for sure that anybody really loves you? If you were scared, you never said a thing. And if you hated me, I don't know what I've done. I found darkness I know you have too. We'll all find darkness I just wanted to laugh at it with you. Does anyone really love you. Does anyone really love you. Does anyone really love you. Do you even love yourself?
Offensive 02:31
Awakening is sure, So forget your slumber — When your lids will close On the light of your darkness.
IN-LAWS 03:11
New habits die old, and old habits die few. Every person single has standards too high. But otherwise engaged they’re simply too low. So let’s build us a prison We can step inside as equals And then we’ll both have something to burn. I want to be someone special to you one day. In other words Let's make each other cry… Spoken: (with vows... forever and ever.) So you’ll gain weight some day and I will resent you—or maybe I won’t. I’ll lose my job, We’ll lose our house Our children won’t respect us I’ll hate your in-laws (Wait. Wouldn't that just be my family?) I’ll hate your in-laws, if you’ll hate mine. You’ll hate my in laws and we'll all hate yours.
Siblings 00:59
You and me Don't have to be Enemies We could be Good siblings And friends We could play All day Till Mom comes in And ruins everything We could be happy Just you and me.
Crapé Diem 03:47
What a friend Jesus has in Sinners A purpose to guide the will. How many stamps do you need to send stamps? What of the nameless, do we cry for you? Did you know to cry too? Let’s cry for statistics, grasp at the humanity we have left. In this day and age, who do we blame? Will you look you in the mirror, if I'll look back at me? We’re running out of reasons to pursue our breath (guilt) The future is unwinding in the present The past reliving in the pleasant If we could but glimpse realities unknown Aren't memories romantic? Cuz you don't have to be there... Aren’t memories romantic? Let's just stay home... (make memories here) If you knew what would kill you, before it killed you Would you ever get out of bed? Would you seize the day Or would you just hang your head? Let’s cry for statistics, grasp at the humanity we have left In this day and age, whom do we blame?
Have you ever seen the kiwi tree? Well neither have I. But Wouldn't you like to eat one with me? We can certainly try... If he wasn't a tool before he said "I do.” He certainly will be afterwards—as they all do. If it weren't for secretaries where would our step mothers be? If you tune out the mosquitoes they will suck your blood more silently. But what do you know? But what do you know? Not very much... I finally found a kiwi tree Turns out their fur isn't for eating... Our death was knowledge free... sweeter ends are meeting. If I could die any slower I’d have to blame you. Like a feral mange that perches on a yorkie... "you're cute!" Isn't helping. Are these few fruit properly rottening? They should sit a little bit longer… The tallest blade of grass ought to be cut first. The blades have just been sharpened. The blades have just been sharpened. The Blades have just been sharpened. Every drop thinks it caused the flood alone... But the clouds couldn't care less But what do you know? But what do you know? Not very much.
Dawn sets upon the heartbreak of reality. And the sun lights the darkest of our shadows. My shadow's shadow has no friend--and I feel loneliest with you. You've lit our whole world From the ashes of desire Our forests have burned down They’ve caught your fire. You've lit our whole world From the ashes of desire Our forests have burned down We've caught your fire.
Do you look in the mirror to see yourself, Or to make sure you’re properly hidden? You shouldn't have to look in the mirror... (Look in the mirror.) Who knows what you will find? Looking through the glass of your eyes Are those even your eyes? Do you look in the mirror to see yourself? To make sure you're properly Hidden.
Today you are becoming the story you'll be. An entirety composed in a few minutes. Repeated, rewritten, and sung... you'll never know all the things you've done. Mournful, hysterical, embittered... didn't you choose how you'd be remembered. *Interlude* Anecdotes armed with adjectives few, sprawled across the room They paint a wretched portrait for all to hear The unsettling tale of doom. If you and I had really but met, would we have thought this much of about it? Would you have given us something (anything) to suffer for? Or would you have taken what little was left? Life and dark often meet, would you have been my light? The world is full of stories untold. And it seems all the worse for the ones it has known. Don't you wish it had known yours? Don't you wish it had remembered you? Don't you wish it had remembered you? Don't you wish it had remembered you? *breath of mortality*
Suicide 04:48
Wind bloomed the flowers by, And rays of summer tended to their colors. Nature lead him into a loving arm On a day of self made sorrows. The day's loneliness glorified. The day’s loneliness glorified. The day joylessness committed suicide. The day joylessness committed suicide. Rains provide a music divine That plays upon roofs and ponds alike, The rumbling of thunderous distance In the security of doubts and prayers. The waning evening allows the introspective nothings of a solitary reader and his pipe, to pour forth incense in the name of the Unspoken. Doesn’t silence render peace? Does silence render peace? A gentle reminder of we’ll be. If I didn't quite find joy, at least it wasn't despair. And that's made all the difference. The day's loneliness glorified. The day's loneliness glorified. At last joylessness found suicide. At last joylessness found suicide.
Merried 04:24
What was the last of your final thoughts? Did you miss all your chances, and all the times you fought? Does she know you love her even though she isn't here? Did they all come true—all the things you feared? Here at the end, what have you left to lose? No don't say or death might take ours too. We got married standing in shared graves. In them we'll grow separate one day. Our memories shared will float away. But the trees well watered will have to stay. No matter whom you love and how much they hate you each of us must die alone. Pretty clothes and ashes, Gardens of bones. As you go onwards, I'll wave alone.
My little ray of sunshine You greet me in the morning time The shape of your love is all through my vision And it preys on my heart’s inclination To move forward And not look backward Our momentum will carry me away At least for the rest of today I'm glad for a few moments together And beside me, you could reign forever This darkness is so lonesome And I've seen all I'll need from Today Unto our arms we'll flounder And sink above the laughter Our hearts might take a beating With the silver of our lies finally meeting Today Today Today I've had enough of the blinds and curtains So cut them down and burn them Crack the songs of birds wide open Introduce your home to something new Introduce your soul to something true Introduce your home to the few Introduce your soul to someone true


An ambitious concept record about overcoming depression, Intimatitudes is the first full-length release from Bomethius, the lo-fi baroque pop alias of Jonathan Hodges, a Dallas-based composer and multi-instrumentalist.
A portmanteau of “intimate” and “attitudes,” the record melds Hodges’ indisputable chops and impressive musicality with a flair for wit to chronicle the internal turmoil of an earnest youth’s coming of age. Its 13 tracks comprise a series of vignettes that narrate an adolescent’s retreat from childhood hopes and convictions, followed by his ensuing journey — at turns pilgrimage and jihad — through the incoherence of contemplative life.

Recalling Brian Wilson’s “Our Prayer,” the record opens with “Empty Promises,” a wordless invocation of a cappella harmonies. Pleasant yet empty, the chords capture the bittersweet solace of youthful assurance — placeholders for the dulcet deceits well-meaning adults feed children.
A relentless spate of rage follows. Spurred by the anger, doubt, and violence that attend dashed dreams, Bomethius’ anti-hero adopts a panoply of musical styles to carry his increasingly transgressive complaints. Track by track, Intimatitudes’ first side traces his transition from sensitive soul to unstable victim (“HURTis”), insolent romantic (“IN-LAWS”), clever cynic (“Crapé Diem”), and beyond until he’s tied himself in knots.

A confessional ballad that doubles as an angry lullaby, “HURTis” belies the soft touches and undulating melody of a nocturne to evoke an inexpressible fury before the wailing violin and restless piano salvos of “Offensive” mutate into arrant contempt for respectability, family, and faith in the following tracks.

Having lost the thread, the wayfarer explores self-destruction and resignation in “The Kiwi Tree,” which employs deft musical parody to sketch the tortuous internal dialogue that attends early acts of rebellion. Further buried beneath layers of coping behaviors, his hold on identity eventually dissolves into the paranoid dissonance of “Look in the Mirror,” a jarring jumble of artfully disconnected layers and voices that sounds like a Brainticket rendition of an Andrew Bird song.

A cinematic paean to mortality and commitment, “Merried” doffs the sarcasm of earlier tracks to genuflect before the fear and trembling of a life lived amid pretensions and attempts. Foregoing the premature resolution of popular romance, his steps instead lead him to countenance, with poise and maturity this time, the radical isolation and indeterminacy at the heart of human experience — the slip and flux of selfhood, love, and purpose that affect everyone.

In “Merried,” understated vocals complement tight phrasing and solid imagery before plaintive guitar and keys shepherd a departed soul into the ether where tender flourishes peter out into awe and dread. Only as the youth learns to accept ignorance and incompleteness can he find the power to emerge from the pall and articulate a genuine hope in the coda, “Hope Springs Internal.”

While it considers familiar subject matter, Intimatitudes showcases Hodges’ formidable talents to great effect. The result is a spry meditation on the sorrows of growing up amid dogma and expectation with energy and zeal to spare — and a clear forerunner of greater things as this young talent continues to grow.


released November 17, 2017

This album would not have come together in as coherent a manner if it were not for the invaluable criticism and support of Benjamin and David Hodges, Michael Mincough, Brandon Hicks (who graciously loaned his Taylor Acoustic which was used on the majority of the tracks), J. S. Easterman (Who provided the Ibanez Voyager used for the solo on 'Merried' and 'Hope Springs Internal'), Martin Lazo, Travis Carrol, Cynthia Gu, Dr. David Mead, and my parents. I am beyond grateful to each of them, (and many others) for the amount of time each of them has given to me and this project, and I look forward to reveling in the experiences I have had in bringing this album to fruition.

I want to credit Thomas Watterson as the teacher that convinced me that I had the ability to write.

I want to thank J. S. Easterman (responsible for the front cover), Martin Lazo (the back cover/track listing), and Hannah Thorp (developed the idea that became the back cover) for their artistic vision in bringing the artwork to life. While there were a lot of ideas that didn't make the cut, I never would have found "the cut" if it weren't for your willingness to try my terrible ideas. Thank you for bearing with me!

I specifically want to thank Benjamin Hodges for his willingness to contribute his own powerful and particular genius by crafting the promotional copy for this project. Our conversations at the beginning of this process were marked by a sincerity of depth and meaning that I hope only continues to grow with the years ahead. In the midst of his own chaotic and stressful life he made an incredible effort to guide and shepherd this project. It would not have been the same album without him.

Credit is also due to Alexander Lexington for producing the instrumental portion of "Heartbreak of Reality," and many thanks for graciously allowing me to use the track on this album.

The intonation issues on this album exist because of my own general incompetence, but wouldn't it be fun if they existed for the sole purpose of pissing off Dr. Mead?



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Bomethius Dallas, Texas

Bomethius is the alter ego recording alias of Jonathan Hodges (b. 10-10-96), a Dallas based musician. An accomplished violinist, Hodges started studying music at age 3. Addressing doubts, fears, and disappointments from his own personal experience, Hodges recorded the first two Bomethius albums alone in his bathroom and quickly developed a unique baroque pop sound informed by melancholy, and wit. ... more

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