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Battery Acid

by Jak Locke

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1.
I could make this so much easier but what fun would that be? I could speak so plain but all you'd gain is all the same to me You wouldn't want to hear it anyway You wouldn't want to hear it anyway Besides, I like to waste my breath And you won't get it til the blind kill the deaf
2.
I could hear the railmen all the way across the river last night Color coordinated, yelling fiction in a house with no light Braziers warm the vagabonds with strips of magazine in the fire Gospels of the starving, nothing that was never spoke by a liar On Chameleon Alley there's a riot with a five dollar charge On Television Hill the beached redundants watch their wallets enlarge Meantime down in Boxville everyone is stoned or playing pretend No one says a word that's not repeated back by all of their friends I could hear the railmen all the way across the river last night Laughing at the track's end off the cliffside hanging just out of sight Take it momma, take it momma, take it away...
3.
A shadow's breeze leaves eternal echoes Far and silent I can see them all It's a tired sunrise painted in a foreign shade It's the voiceless sand where the wisemen crawl I don't claim to understand the reasons I don't claim to catch the wind and follow it I just feel the tides when they decide to turn I just hear the shore when she submits And it never was my place to try and save you Nor play sanctum to a siren left behind To be slave with promises of no recompense Besides, I never was the hero kind
4.
You got plenty of time I got nothing to say You gotta take it to the limit on the devil birthday Lookin for somethin to bide my time Gotta find someone to kill some time With a pocket of change and a bag full of brown You can taste the laced bass in the spot downtown Junkyard hustlers and a heart attack smile Grandfather time'll be high for a while Pincushion arms all the spoons are black Tornado weather yellow blazer on his back And he's the type that like it when the sky fall down We all the type that like it when the sky fall down We all the type that like it when the sky fall down Another drip in the faucet with a tip in the jar Another singin waste of space that'll never go far Another grain on the beach another stain on the wall And she the type of woman want to be with them all We love the type of woman want to be with them all Drifter jailbait totally naive I wanna throw it all away like you wouldn't believe About the stupidest goddess that I ever did see And I won't be happy til she sleepin with me Everybody wants it and they're looking for some Well run and hide -- cuz here I come Suicide -- and a bottle of rum Suicide -- and a bottle of rum Ask for time i got plenty to spare Never asked your name no reason to care Never expect nobody to ask me to stay And I couldn't care less you hear a word I say No, I couldn't care less you hear a word I say City park carnival making some headway Slam piece trailer beast looking for threeways See the man sleeping at the One Eyed Jack's Two tone lone drone put it on wax stoned Tokin up homegrown stupid and white When the wrecking ball come I'm gonna be all right When the wrecking ball come we gonna be all right When the wrecking ball come we gonna be all right When the wrecking ball come we gonna be all right yeah
5.
Raining Song 04:27
You got my name but I ain't got yours Is there a purpose to walking out of my door I stuck on top the levee with my clothes and all my things If you want to help me just help me sing we singin like this La la la la la... If I could I'd join a union and I'd scream for money all day Nothing else I wanna do or think or be or feel or say I just wanna have some time to myself if that's all right So if you want me I'll be here all morning afternoon and night right here and singin La la la la la... I talk to folks up and down the sidewalk, they don't ever listen what I got to say The same for you and all the state legislature y'all don't listen anyway You never know until it's past too late which way the world is gonna bend Screaming hymns of days long past to the wall and the ocean my friend, I'm happy singin La la la la la... Even in my own daydreams I never get so very far I had one the other day I got run over by a rich man's car All the EMTs came to get me but I didn't have any insurance I tried to get up and find the first doctor I could but I did not have any more endurance So then I grabbed my wallet and tossed out some change and a card that had my name I said "you can be ensured that this is what they call me", they said "that's not what everybody claim" So then I looked him in the eye as my final breath escaped through the hole in my chest With final words screaming "he who dies richest dies best" I was sittin singin Singin singin singin singin singin singin singin sing it with me La la la la la...
6.
In the horizon behind me I can see my shadow twist The sun beats on the highway like Mephistopholic fists The butchered sky calypsodreams, hallucinations cry Nothing left for company to watch it as it dies, watch it as it dies Bound I envision the dawn of a place with no sun She slaughters the stars in shades of heroin On the headstone beach we laid and watched the angels choke As blackfire took eternity in streams where death awoke Demands recoil in vision's snare reviled forevermore Forever chained to her refrain the suicide she bore, the suicide she bore Bound I envision the dawn of a place with no sun She slaughters the stars in shades of heroin I watch the heaven fire choke upon its bloody brow Her phantom voice returns to ask me how I love her now The sun beats on my body like Mephistopholic fists In the horizon behind me I can see my shadow twist, see my shadow twist Bound I envision the dawn of a place with no sun She slaughters the stars in shades of heroin
7.
Canto XXVIII 04:57
Dirty electric sunrise gold Dreams of nothing stained and cold Revival pyres in the sun again, she never feels the slivers She makes it so easy to lie when she always asks you to forgive her Liquid black on the river bank, the cyanide of a lover's tear Ask of truth and when I answer, listen to the wind and pretend you can't hear Sister you can't hear Scream another lullaby to me Comfort in the false reality Addiction Autumn breeds sweet carrion Rejected pale beautiful sin Her tongue is cold on my skin Veinblossom wet with real joy You always were my favorite toy The air is different out here tonight, heavy with a taste of soured dregs Promises wrote and forged to my name, she cuts herself on the broken edge The casualties reach the heavens, who couldn't see this come and go? Turnabout taken to the tenfold but irony is not a word you'd ever know So much you'd never know Out from the sky Cut your losses now and say goodbye Forget my name If I promise that I'll do the same
8.
Have you heard the voices from invisible heights They say I'll never go nowhere and they're probably right Jammin at the pawn shop all fluorescent and white Got a ziplock full of change that keep me warm at night So they say so it goes Now I'm shooting holes in the sky Now I took the words from your mouth Now I'll leave it all behind Listen closely He's got something to say Give your attention Or he won't get paid Slack jawed hungry for a demagogue readymade tailored fall in line repeat again Blackballed shrugging off the hammered cog steady grade failure feeling fine and beat again Slack jawed hungry for a demagogue readymade tailored fall in line repeat again Blackballed shrugging off the hammered cog steady grade failure feeling fine and beat again Recalled, mugging in the phlegm and smog dead and laid railing all against the grain again But when I fall, rugged like a junk dog, already faded trailer calls to be my home again Have you heard the voices from invisible heights They say I'll never go nowhere and they're probably right Got a card trick hustle keep my wallet feeling tight Somebody else's workshirt keeps me warm at night The porch light is broke and the mosquitoes are thick Got a pocket full of smoke and a fluidless Bic Someone else's bed will always have my sheets But there's a million good times waiting on the blanket of streets Slack jawed hungry for a demagogue readymade tailored fall in line repeat again Blackballed shrugging off the hammered cog steady grade failure feeling fine and beat again Recalled, mugging in the phlegm and smog dead and laid railing all against the grain again But when I fall, rugged like a junk dog, already faded trailer calls to be my home again So they say so it goes I could jump out of the window I could walk the streets and sleep I could wake up any minute
9.
Good Luck 03:50
Head full of kerosene waiting for a spark In the dead of the night when my window ain't dark Let it all flow, keep your thoughts running thick Kill time for no reason til the nothing makes you sick She's a total homegrown angel A violent refrain She's a strange hallucination left out in the rain Obnoxious letdown throw a plank in the gears In the drowsy afternoon apathy's all that's clear Beautiful rusted leaning on a wall Get closer to the truth and then to nothing at all She's a total homegrown angel A trespassing mirage She's a jaded makeshift cynic stoned in the garage Take a hose to the masterpiece, save a magazine Amazing in drag and redundantly clean Relevant, irrelevant, it's powerfully mundane Never mind, don't rewind, it's completely the same She's a total homegrown angel A freedom from the mass She's a self-inflicted letdown in a bed of broken glass She's a total homegrown angel A passion suicide She's a tragic ending seeker, she will not be denied
10.
Scrape another line on the wall, have you ever felt this satisfied? Angels pine for freedom in solitude severed looking for a new place to hide Yesterday is laying like carrion, tomorrow's just a shadow of nine o clock Waiting in the wake of a travesty, comfort in the pale neon prison block Everything is beautiful nothing here is sure to lack This is what you wanted, there's no reason to look back Smoke surrounds amnesia of poverty, painted whores to laugh in the alley Jaded faces donate an eye to me hoping for a tragic finale Dressing up the nothing of fantasy, hatred for the tears in the mirror Music drives the silence of vanity, crystal ball has never looked clearer Everything is beautiful nothing here is sure to lack This is what you wanted, there's no reason to look back
11.
Junkies of the nightlife cocaine habit midwife Cut me with a butterknife it feels so good Whip me chain me down right just like Friday night My place in the red light the red light zone Steamshovel lover massive breakin it down Maximum intensity since I hit the town She got the piledriver mojo slammin hard like a truck Kickin basses in the faces of the ignorant bucks Fall apart like a house of cards under the mower Layin on the devils roof now I'm bound to get lower My crackpipe honey come and blowin my mind Eatin glass burnin gas now I'll never unwind Don't call me cuz I'm gone got my leisure suit on Got a list of girls that I'll be takin home Ladies scopin my scene in the limousine Roll the drivers window and go all night long Drownin in a fountain huffin paint in a can Got the highway 90 blues like a nail in the hand I wanna hang from the ceiling with my two arms free With the garbage on the floor as far as I can see And yeah I'm down to the rhythm of a trashcan riff Beer keg juggernaut come give me a lift Killin all the time makin chemical love All kinda bad luck from below and above My sweet seductive mistress I never seen you like this Let's go down the hall and meet some friends of mine That's not the direction of my record collection If you'll be like that I got more just like you Killer scenes and acid blue roadkill Psychopath lawn man junkin the pills Down the socket and into your brain Lock and load slugs into Abel and Cain I'm a twist top wino with the drum machine blues Suckin on the devil getting down to the news Slide bass guitar power junkyard singer Bury my body with the telephone ringer It don't matter if I put my hand on your thigh Sit up on my lap and tell me what's your name I am the lovemaster lay you down like plaster Bang like a disaster in the city street Come on! Get down! Molotov cocktail this party! Come on! Get down! Light this sucker up! Come on! Get down! Molotov cocktail this party! Come on! Get down! Light this sucker up!
12.
Uptown Siren 08:45
Run all the rules through the jaw machines I can give the devil five in a poverty scene Pointless tuning out the screams in the street Pointless trying to hide your stash from the heat Cash and two dimebags fall on the floor Acid folk laughing back behind the door I could use a lift to the uptown end Where the losers hope and delusions bend The sad but true insatiable The sad but true insatiable The tie that binds unbreakable Repetitious vicious circle Phantom plastic vision false Complete chaotic plasma waltz Scraping change and changing tides Thrift store reject hitching rides The sad but true insatiable The sad but true insatiable The tie that binds unbreakable Repetitious vicious circle Stand in the rain til Sunday Hide what you have to prove til you forget It's a total letdown I'm a total letdown No one left to violate now A total ripoff trashcan riff Stuck in neutral on the edge of a cliff Obviously tailored redundant and loaned Echoes colors hardcore stoned You forget I'm a drugged-out jaded guest An unpromoted solitary best Yeah fuck it, I'm a drugged-up jaded guest A non-promoted solitary best The sad but true insatiable The sad but true insatiable The tie that binds unbreakable Repetitious vicious chain of The sad but true insatiable The sad but true insatiable The tie that binds unbreakable Repetitious vicious chain of The sad but true insatiable The sad but true insatiable The tie that binds unbreakable Repetitious vicious chain of The sad but true insatiable The sad but true insatiable The tie that binds unbreakable Repetitious vicious circle

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released November 25, 2005

All lyrics and music written, produced, mixed, mastered, performed and recorded by Jak
Recorded at Total Sonic Chaos, New Orleans, LA, Feb - Nov 2005
Album art by Jak
www.JakLocke.com
Copyright © ® 2005 Jak Locke

original release: November 25, 2005
remastered release: November 25, 2009

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Jak Locke New Orleans, Louisiana

Jak Locke is a multi-genre songwriter and performer based in and native to New Orleans, LA.

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