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Post​-​Apocalyptic Hymnal

by Jak Locke

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1.
Goodbye Sister Janus 04:24
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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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Battle Hymn 03:18
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Take me far away on a long tall silver ship Put some ammo in my pockets and a smoke between my lips Tell me all the stories about the people I should curse As soon as I get back you'll have to tell me in reverse Now send all of my wishes to my mother and my pa Tell them that I'm only killing for the sake of law Tell mama that she raised me wrong, that hitting first's okay And everybody's not allowed to live their chosen way Fighting all this rain and cold and all this rising bile Can't help but see this liberty and think inches and miles For some soft politician hoping hard to keep his seat I shoot my guns and watch my friends die in the battle's heat Don't tell me what the score is now, don't tell me did we win In the name of equality by killing foreign men And don't tell me how my enemy is suffering left behind Cuz in the end the score is naught, his grave's as cold as mine
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Overdue Rent (Existing) 05:04
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Pushing brooms for a paycheck, laying down on a box Stomping dozens of roaches, throwing smokes in the rocks Pile of laundry making me fall Wash the plastic spoons write on the wall Smoke my quarters away Breaking guitar strings all day My life savings fall out when I crouch Stoned on someone else's couch Sitting down on a wet sheet eating last night's food I went past your house again, you caught me out of the mood Overgrown lawn junked down chairs Crapped-out radio, drain full of hair Climbing telephone wires Yesterday I got fired Huffing all the bathtub cleanser No more soap in the dispenser Took the bus to the movies but she never appeared Outside by the campus someone gave me some beer The air's getting clear The sun's going down All my friends are here No one's around Got to murder all this time The bus don't come back here til nine I'll be coming home with red eyes And a thousand pretty lies Watching the fan turn around Fall asleep on solid ground Making mayonnaise shakes Wake me up when I'm awake
4.
Dark Windows 03:11
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Many times passed, many farewells cast Many returns to the street in the city where we'd meet Now there's vacancies that greet when I arrive There's a new chill in the dawn All the friends I ever had are gone Hazy fog around me Like the ragged ruins of my memory There's a scattered wind of change blowing leaves across the range Like the empty soul that's strangely still alive All the water has been drawn All the friends I ever had are gone Phantom kisses touch my cheek where all the dry tears leak Strangers I once knew, the past a shade of blue With a year becoming two then twenty-five Well I keep on moving on All the friends I ever had are gone
5.
Remnant 04:37
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I seen light, thank the gods and tell them they were right Thrown afar, knowledge leaves a permanent scar You never saw what was come to you A final farewell and a wave that seems so new A feeling wasted, a manufactured soul Said and done and you just play your role Held astray, the journey back a year maybe a day Far too late a paradox to try anticipate She never saw what was come to you A final farewell and a wave that seems so new A future wasted, a lifetime mutated Some crazy fate writes what you will have stated You never know what's in store for you A final farewell and a wave that seemed so new I'm feeling wasted, I'm a manufactured soul Said and done and you just pay your toll
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Hemlock Ambrosia 03:37
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Garbed in masochistic robes and blankets A wooden giant reaching for the phoenix The mirror pounding dirges on my eardrums Solitude asking me for one more fix Condemning Dante, Sophocles is lounging Absently scrawling the Guernica Renoir is drinking blood out in the parlor To spew it on my work when it is done Ah mystery so tempting and misery so fair To see ecstasy and agony in the locks of your hair That screaming in the distance It's just my conscience as it dies Hell and Heaven do exist if only in your eyes Now visiting from eras past, the phantoms Of demons that I tire to exorcise Armed with a failing lantern in the darkness And gripping tight the phoenix as she cries Ah dearest makes her poison taste delightful Though she barely even knows about her craft The guilt is mine, she just provides the recipe And with Socratic smile, I down my draft Ah mystery so tempting and misery so fair To see ecstasy and agony in the locks of your hair That screaming in the distance It's just my conscience as it dies Hell and Heaven do exist if only in your eyes In this bizarre kaleidoscope of figures That coalesce and vanish without pause Of singleminded Furies in the alleys That exist just to rake me with their claws Of mutilated banshees flying low down And sirens wishing only for my blood Ah, angel, all I ask of you is one wish Don't fly by lest I perish in the flood Ah mystery so tempting and misery so fair To see ecstasy and agony in the locks of your hair That screaming in the distance It's just my conscience as it dies Hell and Heaven do exist if only in your eyes
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Approaching Tide 04:22
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The old worn dirt paths don't appeal the same to me Can you tell me what it's like to live in hypocrisy When society's gavel crashes hardest on the free To the seas we toss your judgments and laugh And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame The martyrs with their poison running through you And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright With our torches, shouting hallelujah Your medals of honor won't fit your neck no more And you'll choke on all the words that you used to sing before And you'll cry to your false god begging him to break the door Of your gallery of begrudgements bathed in chaff And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame The martyrs with their poison running through you And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright With our torches, shouting hallelujah In the garden of Eden spreading a cynical haze Explain away injustice in your cold clinical ways You'd defend Cain to your death if you were told that it would pay Riding strapped and saddled to the golden calf And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame The martyrs with their poison running through you And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright With our torches, shouting hallelujah And your price shall be set from the deeds that you did found And your deviant majesty just like the devil you'll be bound And your eardrums will pound from the never-ending sound Of the victory song of those you'd cut in half And the trails will choke the names of them who hang their heads in shame The martyrs with their poison running through you And we'll be glowing in the sight of your foundations burning bright With our torches, shouting hallelujah
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Paperweight 02:46
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Liquor on my carpet No one walking the hall Rusty nails and thumbtacks Hanging out of the wall There's a TV in the kitchen Talking to the flies Old fan blowing stale air You can hear the room sigh Two ton paperweight Killing time in the sun Last week's table scraps Nearly halfway done Dust on the telephone Laundry wide as the sea There's a lonesome paragon Waiting on me
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Oceans From Drops 04:49
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The stars never shine like this back home And all I can hear is the blood in my head Dragging back on a broken filter I could die fine now with nothing left for wanted I've had my razor to the dirt for months And there's certainly plenty to sate me here Simplicity that sings in shades of yellow It's a wonder that these circumstances live No cause alive tonight for expectation As all my sophist's pride falls through the sieve Like vodkawater nectar flowing down a velvet gutter Nothing but this matters, leave the Abels to their Cains This life affords the chance for but two moments That memory will recall clear as a sun That nostalgia will drive you mad to taste of Tonight, right here, is almost surely one To the golden glow of uptown where it's quiet But for the dead men's dirges no one hears
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Pocket Full Of Ash 02:40
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Lately I'm seeing the wind through my window From all that I'm hearing, I'm hardly alone I've noticed it's easy enough to ignore though Not like the sky which constantly drones Ashes ashes we all fall down Your peace is outdated, your god has gone mute And yesterday's ally attacks us tomorrow If we all wear a target maybe they won't know where to shoot The firestorms wait to reduce us to corpses To one day decay to the oil we craved The worth of humanity lucid to everyone When nothing around has a chance to be saved Ashes ashes we all fall down Your peace is outdated, your god has gone mute And yesterday's ally attacks us tomorrow If we all wear a target maybe they won't know where to shoot The whistling missiles will harmonize beautiful And me, I can't wait for to hear what they sing In chaos we trust and we'll march to it dutiful Don't matter color of flag that you bring Ashes ashes we all fall down Your peace is outdated, your god has gone mute And yesterday's ally attacks us tomorrow If we all wear a target maybe they won't know where to shoot If we all wear a target maybe they won't know where to shoot If we all wear a target maybe they won't know where to shoot
11.
Time To Get Gone One Last Time 04:16
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Behind the idealistic mask you can gamble with your soul Redeeming the troubled with my smile, my mind and all I hold And showing for it solitude within the merchant host Rejecting peace and convincing myself that least is most A panhandler's wrist forsaking pain no matter time held stiff But for the grace of alcohol to stand in the wind as it shifts And fills my sails the wrong way out, misfortune as my guide Selling off my typical word of God for the Hecatic muse who lied My ambiguous philosophy drips still through the veins Of sedimentary intellects of those who live to drain Now figures pass outside my door singing songs that I can't hear To wait for rainstorm prophecy to tell when all is clear I might be back next Sunday, I'll write you if I'm not I can't stick around this place too long, you've probably forgot With its chorus of dissonant parrots and its women who beg to be used No, I'm going back where I came from where I've got, I got nothing And nothing to lose
12.
Something Dead 05:28
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Now all the anthems are at terminus We breathe the ashes of something dead behind us And they'll ask "Where do we go from here?", I know After all our guns have lost their voice We will rise from our tombs with no choice No idea where, I just go As we walk by the chalk drawings of martyrs All that never lasted drifts on farther That world meant nothing to me Have you seen such a sun never rise? Through it all, we could never shut our eyes It's eternal dawn above all the debris All we knew, just another children's song Can you believe we lived this cold so long? There's plenty to keep us warm now Seems we forgot just what the anthems said As we breathe the ashes of something dead And we ask "Where do we go from here, and how?"

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released December 3, 2008

jak locke
post-apocalyptic hymnal
all music and lyrics written, mixed, mastered and produced by jak locke
JAK LOCKE:
vocal, guitar, harmonica, keyboard, drums on all tracks
steel guitar on "overdue rent"
bass on "approaching tide", "time to get gone one last time"
synth strings on "approaching tide"
synth strings, modular synth on "something dead"
ZACH DUFRENE:
backing vocal on all tracks
piano on all tracks
synth strings on all tracks except "approaching tide", "something dead"
JEREMY BORNE:
bass on all tracks except "approaching tide", "time to get gone one last time"

recorded by jak locke at total sonic chaos, new orleans, la, aug - dec 2008
www.jaklocke.com
©(P) 2008 Jak Locke

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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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