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Drunk
02:35
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The senators are drunk again
The truckers slide on roads of sin
The ladies slip into their coats of nothing
The lizards crawl into their pipe
They all sing I never did you wrong and I can barely sing this song
And yeah I smoked a homemade bong
And I'm so drunk I wrote this song
The flavored nurses dance in drag
The minotaur man wears a coat of shag
The concubines look so delicious
Tuxedo tramps twirl their umbrellas
They all sing I never did you wrong and I can barely sing this song
And yeah I smoked a homemade bong
And I'm so drunk I wrote this song, now
They all sing I never did you wrong and I can barely sing this song
And yeah I smoked a homemade bong
And I'm so drunk I wrote this song, now
I never did you wrong and I can barely sing this song
I smoked a homemade bong
And I'm so drunk I wrote this song
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2. |
Bad Gal Blues
01:48
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I been down to the bottom, up at the top
Been all manner of places, never knew if it would stop
Looking back from this dark gray sphere
Trying to sort out all these years
I walked among wolves, slept with the snakes
I took all sorts of treatment I never thought I could take
I'm looking out through the rain
Trying to find my way back again, yeah
I sat in the gutter, been placed on a throne
Known all kinds of people and I been all alone
Sometimes it's too much to even say
Thrown and been thrown away
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3. |
Go Home
02:57
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You wanna talk about love? You better talk to me
Cuz I ain't got time for your sympathy
You say you wantin all the answers to your questions
You say you want a quick romance? Well I ain't the one
You can't hide from the passion, you can't run from the pain
I don't have time to lose you and try to win you back again
Go beg for someone else cuz I don't give a damn about you
You think you know about pride? Don't know a thing about it
Don't want to hear your promise, no no I won't allow it
You think you know about me? Well girl you better think twice
Cuz I've learned that ladies are more than sugar and spice, yeah
You can't hide from the passion, you can't run from the pain
I don't have time to lose you and try to win you back again
Just keep all your secrets cuz my mind's all I got to lose
Break it down!
You can't hide from the passion, you can't run from the pain
I don't have time to lose you and try to win you back again
Just keep all your secrets cuz I don't give a damn about 'em
(song written by Shane Padilla and Jak Locke)
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4. |
Ignorant
02:07
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Ever wanted to know what the reason was that I don't have no time for you
Think about your lies over these seasons, all the things you felt you had to do
Never wanted to be, wanted to be with me
Maybe one day you'll grow up before you die
Belligerent attitude you carried along with your hate for everything
Can't believe for all these months I tarried with all the baggage you're carrying
Never wanted to be, wanted to be with me
Maybe one day you'll grow up before you die
I don't have a need to be your puppet anymore
So just go find somebody else to feed your need for selfishness
I hope you're happy because one day soon the truth will hit you
Like a ton of bricks right on your own self-serving head
Never wanted to be, wanted to be with me
Maybe one day you'll grow up before you die
It's then you will realize what just slipped from your life
Gone forever now, but you're too dumb to see
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5. |
Scratch
04:07
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Shootin pool on another lonely night
Ain't no ladies, ain't none of my friends in sight
It's my break baby, and you know that broken is what I am
Say it's your turn pal, say, tell me your name again
Sunk the fourteen well baby, you know my soul is sinking too
I can't help wondering if it's all because of you
Eight ball, my shot -- right down the cue ball went
One more game pal, here's my last fifty cents
Had days like this before and from all I tell, they ain't never come to nothing good
Old Scratch come around givin me ideas on what I oughta do that nobody ever should
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6. |
Water Damage
02:44
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Sediment wasteland on the view
Ancient lifeblood, torn-up leaf I grew
Polychroma doorstop wedged in time
Gone away now, cradled in a vine
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7. |
Nightclub Sleazebag
03:41
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Do you want my body like all the women do
I’ll grant your wish tonight for me to be with you
You know you’ve never seen a man like me before
I like what I see and with luck I’ll see some more
Who in here wanted such a man like me
Be my one night stand yeah I’m your fantasy
Listen up, I don’t want anyone to feel left out tonight
So take a number and I promise I won’t bite too much
Yeah I’ll grant your wish tonight for me to be with you
So do you want my loving like all the women do
Who in here wanted such a man like me
Be my one night stand yeah I’m your fantasy
I don’t want anyone to feel left out tonight
So take a number and I promise I won’t bite
Yeah I’ll grant your wish tonight for me to be with you
So do you want my loving like all the women do
Who in here wanted such a man like me
Be my one night stand yeah I’m your fantasy
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8. |
No One Home
03:29
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Yeah!
I’ve heard the story near a million times a day
Each time makes me that much less willing your game to play
I try to talk to you but there is no one home
There is no one home
Look in your vacant eyes and there is no one home
There is no one home, there is no one home
There is no one home, there is no one home
To know you is to know a pain too great to stay
My spirits lift when I know that you’ve gone away
I try to talk to you but there is no one home
There is no one home
Look in your vacant eyes and there is no one home
There is no one home, there is there is there is no one home
There is there is there is no one home
I've heard the story near a million times a day
To know you is to know a pain too great to stay
Each time makes me that much less willing your game to play
My spirits lift when I know that you've gone away, so go away
I try to talk to you but there's no one home
There is no one home
I look in your vacant eyes and there is no one home
There is no one home, there is no one home
There is there is there is no one home
There is no one home
There is no one home, there is no one home
There is no one home, there is no one home
There is no one home, there is no one home
There is no one home, there is no one home
There is no one home, there is no one home
There is no one home, there is no one home
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9. |
Blind Man Morris
02:05
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Through the devil night the air blew cold to fill the gap where the blind man stole
A mercenary thief was he, claiming his gold most jealously
And sweet Queen Maureen in her plastic cape demanding sweet nothings from a hollow shape
Blind Man Morris with his head in his arms, relying on his effervescent charms
The queen and the actress had met before, standing in the jamb of irony’s door
Actress is sitting on the blind man’s leg, leaves him there to panhandle and beg
Unknowingly she opens the door just enough to keep him coming back for more
Blind Man Morris on the side of the road trying to decipher the actress’s code
Queen Maureen with her hand on her hip exalting the pride of her sinking ship
Blind man watchin the queen from the pier, says “I got a life jacket and it’s stayin right here”
The actress, in her coat of gold in the devil night where the air blows cold
To fill the gap where the blind man stole, in the devil night, the air blew cold cold
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10. |
Sometimes
01:46
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Sometimes I wonder where you are
Wondering how you got so far
You know I missed you today
I'm wondering why you went away
Sometimes we laughed, sometimes we cried
I'm looking for a reason why
I don't know if I should and if what I miss is something good
I say, you never told me
That I should have wondered what was wrong
I never realized that what we had really wasn't that strong
(song written by Shane Padilla and Jak Locke)
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11. |
Lean Mean
02:52
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Well I like your woman, I think I'll take her home with me tonight
Yeah I said I like your woman! I think I'll take her home and see if she's all right
Yeah! You tell me that I ain't got no sense of style
You tell me that I been away for a while
Well that's as may be, I just don't know anymore
Well I ain't the one that's been walkin out the door
The guitar's in Gunpowder's hands
Do the world a favor, or at least for me:
Stick a fork in the first toaster or electric socket that you see
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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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