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Shut Off

by Jak Locke

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1.
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
2.
Red Fox 04:44
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
3.
Seven Masks 03:42
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
4.
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
5.
Broken Joe 04:11
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
6.
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
7.
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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Gallows 02:25
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Golden Day 05:08
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
10.
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
11.
Hangover 05:08
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
12.
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
13.
Lockspring 03:38
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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Shane Padilla plays lead guitar on "Total Inertia" and "The Next Turn"

"Total Inertia", "Red Fox", "Gallows", "The Next Turn" recorded at DWS Studio

"The Next Turn" written by Jak Locke & Shane Padilla

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released June 24, 2004

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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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