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Blind Kill The Deaf
01:42
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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
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Color Coordinated
03:54
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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...
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Goodbye Sister Janus
04:40
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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
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4. |
Wrecking Ball
04:50
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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
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5. |
Raining Song
04:27
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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...
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6. |
Black Rainbow
07:02
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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
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7. |
Canto XXVIII
04:57
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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
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Thrift Store Reject
03:27
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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
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9. |
Good Luck
03:50
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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
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10. |
Upstream Downstream
02:57
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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
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11. |
Molotov Cocktail
04:38
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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!
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12. |
Uptown Siren
08:45
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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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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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