1. |
Total Inertia
04:09
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It’s a worn-out threadbare echo, falsetto screams in drag
It’s another torn-up dollar bill in a torn-up bag
Can you feel it in the twilight through the sliding door of dregs
Like a deaf-mute minstrel plucking strings and ripping out the pegs
Cap gun shots you aim at me, I’ve seen it all before
One more set of my handprints on this revolving door
You can dress it up in pearls and rings, give it another name
You can push it in my path again, I know it’s still the same
Can you feel it in the chariot hitched up to a log
Whistling in the midnight in a phony neon fog
Can you feel it in the silence when you've cast out all that’s mine
Will you feel it in the loneliness when I’ve moved down the line
Down the line, down the line, down the line
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2. |
Red Fox
04:44
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Baptized in axle grease with the soul of a maniac
City limit fade away, I ain't never comin back
Gonna leave a hole on the map when I blow out of the state
Twist the needle past a bill in a drop-top '58
Got a lover chasin with a phone bill and a ring
Got a tax suit lookin for me, he know what's happening
Got the undertaker waitin for me with a black coat and my name
Ain't got no riches, ain't got no bills and I could do without this fame
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3. |
Seven Masks
03:42
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In the mist land where angry night birds caw
And the hobo lecher strokes the bone of a jaw
Mystery fogs where the singing gypsy dances
And the vice grip clamps on the veteran of romances
Dionysus is sucking on his pipe of ivory delicate opium ripe
Now he's laughing at the hand he's just been dealt
In the abandoned railyard acid hailstones pelt
A lonely pilgrim yawns a song of contempt
And counts his pouch where the money's all been spent
Now telling tales, Saint Joseph spills his glass
The wind disturbs the dirt road where I pass
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4. |
Deuce of Swords
03:38
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The vagabond church bell is hiding from the baying of the hounds in the vans
Raw electricity toils in the sewers while Mary Magdalene drinks from Stalin's hands
Now the violent symphonium is packing all the instruments of polygonic strings
Crying hymns of Artaud in the asylum and mismatchin every note that he sings
Inside the evolutionary cycle Winston Churchill and Nostradamus deal cards
To Oedipus sittin in the corner who just turned his glass eye into shards
Pontius Pilate is hangin his robe out on the streets for display
And the sidewalk prophet is convincin everyone to let the cards fall as they may
Through the sound mist, Terpsichore is calling, giving calling cards of silken reverie
To the pornographic animists in heat who thrive in apologetic misery
And the philosopher who's been poisoning the river with diluted strychnine
Proposes a toast with Milton and Paine, the delicate draft of his vine
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5. |
Broken Joe
04:11
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Got a sweat-soaked Jackson mashed far down in my jeans
Half a dozen shots down, I got to keep my soul clean
Ain't nobody can tell you when the taxi pullin round to take you away
Six days left for me to make rent
And I never never never never never knew
Nobody be what they want, you just wait for the devil come for you
And he come when all but twenty spent
Coulda swore she 26 but I was off by nine
If the man want his fee he'll have to cross the Mississippi borderline
Down at this truck stop casino I'll never be found
They'll never ever catch me here
Pay the piper exile to see her shoulders bare
And I never never never never never knew
You get half what you put in with odds of one time out of two
It's got to be better somewhere
I stole this Buick parked on side the liquor store
I got her started just as the rain began to pour
I'm bound for Cali where the money waits for me, it waits for me
At least that's what everyone say
And I never never never never never knew
Dead ends all over waitin and they ain't particular for who
The sun's out but it sure ain't day
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6. |
Lovely Apollyon
02:57
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The redundant titan mouths the song of painless sadist saints
In shades of Plato dreamers dance the lake that Charon taints
It's nothing too familiar what I haven't seen before
The dredged up phoenix carrion that sleeps on Lethe's shore
Tyrannically the walls they weep in tones of vicious grey
Like Prometheus's mountaintop to watch the devil pray
I envisioned something tragic in the throes of Samson's dirge
Under the blackened sky collecting slack of joy she purged
As spectres of the Argonauts lay siege on Venus' nest
She slides along unnoticed through the back door of his chest
The fortress walls collide with words and never stand a chance
A masterpiece of dust on which the rainbow chasers dance
Our final word lies waiting in a morning twilight shade
Sealed in iron armor for the farewell to be bade
Yet voices call in Babylon tongues through apocalyptic rain
And whisper in my ears that all these barriers are in vain
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7. |
Drowning Stone
04:57
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Lies paint the panorama of the young
Optimistic splatters on an effervescent canvas
The melodies of sirens I was sung
Return today in echoes of their euphemistic stanzas
To feed upon the lesser for the whole
Cut the excess being for the good of the collective
The dictates of the masses are your soul
Deny the mind to soar all for the preordained objective
Seek nothing, find nothing
It's all prepackaged for you from the self-proclaiming wise
Find nothing, speak nothing
Dwell on all the nothings let the weight preclude a rise
Losing ground and light as my choice
I walk to the edge with the road out of sight
Negate the proven right with my voice
I make my own path with the promise of flight
Suffered by the past far behind
I take the unknown in the full of my grasp
No more to linger or last self-consigned
On the banks of the Lethe where I once had been cast
Exhaustion for emptiness fills up my veins
Of passionless surfeit once before my eyes
Now beyond the hollow providers of rains
From here on we paint our own suns to rise
No guarantees but for the freedom whispers of the stones
On the trails of no direction we ascend
The silence as our guide beyond asylums of the known
We'll keep on going down until we reach the bitter end
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8. |
Gallows
02:25
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9. |
Golden Day
05:08
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I met you on a golden day asking me if I'd lost my way
Time took toll and through the mist firestorms graze the flesh that you kissed
Through my mind and out my door, telling me things I've heard before
Murder time and open wide, love will change you from inside
Metal screws inside my head waking up like the sainted dead
Devil lies, my stripped-down vice, steal my eyes and kill me twice
Drained, immobile, solitary, black widow's silent treachery
Upside down and all drugged out, tell me all til I start to shout
About you and your blasphemous sweetness wrapped in lace
I can taste, oh the taste of your sweet nothing
Pages of the calendar wrapped like paper nooses to her
Make me beg for every crumb, be my vomitorium
Be my muse and be my guide, lock me up while I'm still inside
Bring me down and take me out, drink my pride and fill me with doubt
Tell me that you belong to me while shades from before hold your company
Circuit breaker, burnt out fuse, goin where there ain't nothin to lose
Sink the ship and wield the whip until the thrill fades from your grip
Make me smile through broken teeth, toss the anchor far beneath
Beneath you and your beggar's riches wrapped in gold
I could hold, oh could hold you while you killed me
Make me feel that it's my day, make it all go away
I can't hear a thing you say, gunpowder stains the grass where I lay
Down the path where echoes stray, choose the rock to which you will pray
I'd give up all for just one ray of the sun from that golden day
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10. |
The Nothing At All
04:34
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Tragic priestess caught me in a sonic snare
To wash my vision with visions of trespassing
To take the invisible path to the dream of a reckoning
Just to walk the lane that you'd be passing
Shimmer baby, slide down my veins
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
In the back rooms far behind the castle wall
Where the pendulum is swinging much too fast
There isn't a reason why there's any reason at all
That you'll ever share your secrets with me at last
And if I arrive there still can't be a guarantee
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sexual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
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11. |
Hangover
05:08
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Seventeen miles down, nobody but me around
On these waves, all your faulty recollections
You're my sweet disconnection
Broken records wail "walk this lonely trail
And tell it all like you would know"
There'll be more to take my place, I can see it in your face
Mass graves where the shovel waits for me
You're my sweet misery
Broken records wail "walk this lonely trail
And tell it all like you would know"
Now the tired sky echoes your remnant sigh
Gray glow, you're God's gift to a gun muzzle
Broken records wail "walk this lonely trail
And tell it all like you would know"
Nothing's shown to lack as I speak to your back
Begone, tomorrow's just another wasted hangover
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12. |
Silence of Shattering
03:27
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I can’t claim to have an understanding
From where I stand it wouldn’t matter anyway
I couldn’t tell you how much I’ve got to lose
For a Dionysian prize I’ll wager any day
Oh yeah, won’t you come my way
Throw away your troubles, let the sunrise kill the gray
No thorns left to bleed you, we all paid our dues
Don’t you know Narcissus broke his mirror for you
My eyes they see nothing, my voice it speaks less
Hearin nothin but the world as it spins
Save for the present, there’s no time behind or forward
To follow any way it trods through any strength of winds
Oh yeah, won’t you come my way
Throw away your troubles, let the sunrise kill the gray
No thorns left to bleed you, we all paid our dues
Don’t you know Narcissus broke his mirror for you
My heart attack eyes and gunpowder smile
You turn steel to water with the changing of tides
I was down in the diesel with the luck of the dead
You show the trail and I’ll take the ride
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13. |
Lockspring
03:38
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Serpents of Eden caressed on my skin
In keeping score where nobody can win
The vagabond lover encased in ice
And selling souls at a discounted price
It takes a fool to trade diamonds for glass
Lustful abandon in Sodomic slums
Cardboard masterpieces signal what comes
Packaged and valued far below what's real
Obvious sun rays tell what's concealed
It takes a fool to trade gold for brass
Locked far away in a vault of contempt
What's on the horizon far from what's dreamt
And seeing the world as it's painted inside
Let's be on our way with the wind as our guide
It takes a fool to remain in the past
It takes a fool to remain in the past
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14. |
The Next Turn
03:04
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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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