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Broken Crescent

by Jak Locke

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1.
Category 5 02:34
2.
Flutter 03:11
Ain't got no plans ain't got no goal Just leanin' 'gainst this metal pole Seven dimes is all I hold and all I'll need today Alive Underneath me unearthed soil Chaos turbine solid gold Racked and eightballed magma phlegm Flaming manholes beautiful filth
3.
Tick Tock 03:25
Living a kaleidoscope of broken bottles of alcohol Waiting for the time to pass runnin up against another wall Feeling so good about a tired phase with the jaded faces laughing at me Manacles lined on the wall just waiting for a hint of levity Speed it up honey c'mon don't make me wait You're just getting started it's already too late The city sings an apathy tune that I don't even care to hear Lounging on the highway side with a canteen full of beer Got the devil in the back of my head and your daddy's lost his mind Who the hell'm I gonna lean on now that the death warrant's been signed Live live live live live it up girl so I can Give give give give give you up girl uh huh Break it down I'll be truckin down the line with my bag around my neck You'll be here and doin fine, livin life like a rubber check Oh yeah
4.
On our way growing cold Something's coming soon that I don't know If you wait and look who's here Everywhere you look you hear some sad song In my way, color sound Something's coming soon underground Anything that I do is a threat against what I do It's turned to shit, do what you can't Everything you know slipped through your hands Oh those streets dream of time You could put your eyes out, eyes won't be blind Look into the sun cut your eyelids off Tell me what you're seeing now Look into the moon leave your eyes closed Tell me what you're seeing now
5.
Blind Dirge 02:21
When the visions and mirages fade away and the rain puddles reflect the only light You can feel misery's caress on your shoulder through the alleys in the abandoned night When the picture of the devil starts to follow with his eyes with its palette of fifty shades of gray And the music that drips thinly through the windows falls in dirges that echo in the clay When the falling stars are all you find to wish upon, Billie Babylon strokes his harp and prays And the rest they spread their eyelids wide and stare into the sun only for the cause of filling up their days
6.
Destruction defeated rejected died "Why don't you tell me why" why Distraught destroyed distraught destroy "Why don't you tell me why" why Just drown
7.
Lazy Avenue 01:34
A tired breeze is blowing through the tired trackside street I'm a self secluded junkie and I got no one to meet Humidity is rising and I had too much to drink So I watch it rise as the skies and my eyes are quickly turning pink The bloated moon and tired sun staring each other down And with every passing minute I'm perfecting jaded frowns The dried up leaves are falling on the derelict block I'm an aimless hobo decided to take himself out for a walk There's a bohemian woman trying hard not to curse me out I wouldn't care too much now anyway, I don't know what it's all about It's a suicide deuce and feeling loose and smoking up the crack It's a smile to your face and flip the bird behind your back So I'm hitting up the vineyards, I got plenty company There's a thousand in the same boat that got no place to be And I'll say hello to the stray dogs as we all pass the day So much nothing to see and do and tonight, that's okay
8.
On these waves you ain't got no choice but to sink or sink On these waves you ain't got no choice you ain't got no choice You ain't got no choice but....your punishment You ain't got no choice Lord you ain't got no choice No choice Can't get through I could try for weeks Can't get through I'll be tryin for weeks If you think you could baby nothing stoppin you from trying If you think you could nothin but the Lord is stoppin you from you trying Been down in Bourbon been down St. Claude I been down St. Mary Street cryin for the law Where you been, honey, I don't think so I been down uptown I been down to the bottom of the well I been down in places you never heard so well Honey what's stoppin you from tellin me what's on your mind A little water never hurt no one so you oughta be fine A little water never hurt no one so you oughta be fine A little water never hurt no one so you oughta be fine A little water never hurt no one so you oughta be fine
9.
There's another derelict along the highway Whispering gently into Van Gogh's ear Anti-fashion scars on the cadaver That occupies the space my soul has cleared Now you can feel the moans from all the pitied wastelands You can lean your head and taste the bitter wind You can substitute your fields of gold for plywood You can fool yourself into believing you're there again Some orchestra of sea-sick demon railmen Scores the setting close behind the gate In the midst of all the statuesque regalia To drown would be a pleasure far too great Believe them that your words'll make a difference Wonder if the last word gives you power Let me tell you if you think that it's really gospel There's sixty just like you born every hour The supposed independents march their cadence And flinging all their sense out to the air They ask me if it even makes a difference And me I don't even care to care Now dreams are but a playground for the foolish Who still believe hope's not a passing fad Some outlaw marionette behind the alleys Rusted cords no mind left to go mad Now Kerouac is plucking the piano strings As Judas puts his arm around my back Majestic in the graveyard at my doorstep My ever-ceasing rest between the cracks And I alone you can call me Teresius Because seeing's more right now than I can stand And I never knew the true meaning of empty Until nothing's all I could hold in my hand
10.
Street Waves 02:03

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released September 22, 2005

Jak Locke - Broken Crescent
Copyright © (P) 2005 Jak Locke

Avant Gardner appears on found drums on "Cyanide Sunbeam" and "Scripted Failure"

Total Sonic Chaos
Released 9/22/05
Produced by Jak Locke

all songs, music, lyrics Copyright © ® 2005 Jak Locke
but feel free to distribute freely as is

that day is a day of wrath
a day of trouble and distress
a day of wasteness and desolation
a day of darkness and gloominess
a day of clouds and thick darkness

i don't think anybody anticipated the breach of the levees
louisiana is a city that is largely under water
underprivileged anyway, so this — this is working very well for them
i might likely have to punch him
it looks like a lot of that place could be bulldozed
for god’s sake shut up and send us somebody
are you, or anybody who reports to you, considering resignation?
where's the beef?

THOUGHTS FROM JAK LOCKE:
"The sky is falling!"

Some of them almost sound as though they can't contain their joy. Not all of them of course; the tone of Christmas glee in those that do, though, more than make up for those that don't.

"The sky is falling!"

If you're one of the lucky, you get very familiar with the local news media and the rocks in the highway gravel. If you're one of the lucky, you'll have plenty of time to count rocks. And then fourteen hours later you can count cracks in the ceiling painted in shimmering television blue at the motel with the same news repeating every six hours with different voices while you try desperately, futilely, to convince yourself this isn't as bad as it feels, that it can be like a...like a vacation! A vacation. Yes. A vacation that you may be on for a very long time. A vacation where half of it's spent wondering who's still alive and the rest spent wondering if there's enough left to even think about heading back east. A vacation where an up to date satellite image of your neighborhood might be worth selling your soul to see after a few days.

Sounds like a fun vacation.

Or you might just stay home. Where you'll at least know exactly what's happening and what's happened. Where the gridlock is everyone else's problem. Where the wind screams like a butchered girl for hours and hours on end and the walls breathe harder than you do and you realize after the third day with no power precisely how tenuous and slick the grasp of society is on modern civilization. Where there is no "good area" anymore because the crashing you hear is your neighbor's door being kicked in by the people you moved here to get away from.

This is your melting pot. Where's your disconnected concern for the disadvantaged now? Where's your political correctness now?

From the furthest hotel to the Convention Center, people whisper, wail, scream, "I can't believe this!"

I can't believe that. After all, it should have been expected. Nothing at all that happened really should have come as a surprise. Well, not for any of us anyway--we not only acknowledged our city's danger, corruption and ineptitude, we bathed and exalted and took pride in it. The only surprise was that it got us this time.

"The sky is falling!" they shout. I know that it's only the roof.

--Jak Locke
September 2005
New Orleans, LA


THOUGHTS FROM POET DERRIK LE VRON:
What we have here is 5 categories of the same man. Jak Locke has described, not only the violent nature inside us all, but the actual nature that can cause such angst and despair.

There's no 'eye' in the storm which is 'Flutter;' only clear signs of heavy sweat and explicit growls that make up this song's passionate rain. I truly feel it's positioned perfectly on the list; intentionally demanding you to stay even if you weren't interested in what he's had to say so far.

In 'The Lake Could Turn Against Us,' it's clearly evident that it already has on a man (Jak Locke), who's desperately searching for some form of shelter in a storm way beyond the powers that be. The lyrics drive his vocals to a state of absolute insanity, and warns us all, that his screams will still be heard beneath mother's water.

It's very interesting to see the transition from beginning, to middle, to end in this work. An example of difference comes with 'Lazy Avenue,' which, trust me, is just that--a simplistic, yet creepy at times effort given to us through a sincere but careless melody. Meanwhile, I really feel (with "Scripted Failure") as though, at any given moment, the hand of the lead guitar may come to fall completely off after each stroke, however, Locke's vocals eventually loan a definate reminder that he has more to say no matter the circumstance, which you can't but feel the passion that has to really exist for such a will. Provoked? Most likely. I don't think the seed would ever be this rebellious.

I love how 'All Too Mid-January' really carries a sound of redemption and understanding, as though everything prior to it was but a nightmare. It's a sweet, yet complicated delivery which presents an insight of not only Jak Locke, but his entire persona that is embedded in every instrument heard throughout each song.

The album closes on a soft, relaxed note, which I must say is well-deserved. It sort of sounds like an instrumental which would be played in a recap of this man's entire musical story. Over-all, It's a collection of material that will forever be remembered as more of a 'line on a page,' rather than a 'chapter in a life.' Excellent work.

--Derrik Le Vron
September 2005
Nashville, TN

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

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