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Rain Cabinet

by Jak Locke

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1.
Mass graves, I bring myself to the ground In the sun no one sees you, no one can be found Weren't you always my dark little cloud in the sky? Dark little cloud in the sky We breathe, quickening the night She lies, love me, kill me, either way's all right Weren't you always my dark little cloud in the sky? Dark little cloud in the sky On my knees Weren't you always my dark little cloud in the sky? Dark little cloud in the sky
2.
Freedom comes in blue moon tides and brought on an Orion breeze The lockspring I anticipated faded six days past release Now cages of a new design are calling from behind the mirror But good girls never come around here The telephones are scarred with guilt of ecstasy laid full and bare And throwaway Rimbaud and Nietzsche hang stale in the steaming air I guess to anybody else the folly would be screaming clear Because good girls never come around here So sing it sweetheart, write your diary out loud We're only young and stupid behind this false poetic shroud Awkward in the afternoon the smoke speaks more than her and I Tied by tongues then tongue-tied with nothing left to say but goodbye I watch her go and now I know for certain why I hold it dear That good girls never come around here
3.
I can do without another tragic end Throwing dice to wasted lost cause chance I've been down this straight road to nowhere Cleaning bones in a redundant romance Following the white light, she cries for me to follow her In dreams, at least, I only see for yesterday It's Satan's promised chaos in the black bayou that laps this beauty made to be destroyed The sheets that Pollock threw away Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late Today is only a fraud of what you see And I admit I never could have seen this come Tomorrow's just another vacant promise that I still make if only to spite wisdom In passion and confusion, vicious circles crash to pieces Anyone can see a shade in blinding light It's all too clear in retrospect these vagueries were here before And all too clear I won't believe my eyes Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
4.
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 vodka water 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
5.
Brass Sky 03:34
Out in the distance, there's a way Out in the morning, beyond the day I'll be waiting like a slow river rolling Passing time in the waves She'll be calling, waiting for you To bathe in sun rays, to bathe in dew She'll be waiting in the afternoon Dropping petals on the graves Out in the distance where echoes sail Sirens reach out beyond the pale I'll be waiting like prey for the dying Counting blades of the grass
6.
Hangover 07:05
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" And now the tired sky echoes your remnant sigh Gray glow surrounds the sunset moon You're my sweet toneless croon 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, you're God's gift to a gun muzzle Broken records wail "walk this lonely trail And tell it all like you would know" Tomorrow's just another wasted hangover
7.
Septic Tank 02:39
Another crack on the sidewalk, another hack on the stage Another worthless second of your throwaway days Another drip in the faucet, another tip in the jar Another deadend in a fifty foot maze Another tie on the tracks, another fly on the shit Another stupid waste of space getting further away Another sucker in the stack, another fucker in denial Another different hair on the mattress today Another stain on the wall, another grain on the beach Another stupid game of yours I forgot how to play Another basket at the store, another casket in the breeze Another piece of shit begging for me to stay The sediment of the whatevers, a hundred thousand levers Immobile given any kind of force All the disconnected wires, an obsoleted virus Dead and left behind on the course So tell me all your stories and pile on the glory It's nothing that I haven't heard before A facade that looks as fine as the glowing exit sign That you can hardly see me inching toward
8.
Baby you ain’t even heard the best yet: You've never had the chance to meet yourself Your mirror tells a different lie each Sunday You ain’t got a thing besides your wealth Now all that I remember is your body Delusional illusions you could spare The dimes for all the broke down offroad merchants The entire broke down town don’t even care You denied me before daybreak and you echoed it by three I was crying in your shadow, now it's your turn to mourn me Baby now you got my shreds of remnants Locked away inside some dresser drawer Lonely lounging someplace by your radio And praying you don’t need me anymore Disjointed melodies, reminders Of what you’d love to disclaim as your guilt Wasting finely down like hourglass sand Inside the ghetto palace that you’ve built Sing a song of despaired agony, don't you know I wrote it first? The living death you gave was terrible, the one I'll give to you is worse Baby you could tear a man to pieces As if you’re ignorant about your craft The plastic hallway opens to your command Corrosive wind in every mining shaft And pointless, spent this anarchy of romance To fill me up with temporary breath In this absurdist carnival of wishgames That, probably, I’ll play until my death
9.
Copperhead 04:38
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 abortion lullaby stanzas Seek nothing find nothing It's all prepackaged for you from the self-proclaiming wise Liberty whispers of the past How she buckles agony's grasp on me Find nothing speak nothing Dwell on all the nothing let the weight preclude a rise Passionless surfeit fills up my veins Preyed on by hollow deities that rain on me rain on me No guarantees but for the whispers of the stones On these trails of absolutely no direction we struggle to ascend The silence screams, the innocence of her languid tones Her raven hair that plays among the dead wind Seek nothing find nothing It's all prepackaged for you from the self-proclaiming wise Liberty whispers of the past How she buckles agony's grasp on me Find nothing speak nothing Dwell on all the nothing let the weight preclude a rise Passionless surfeit fills up my veins Preyed on by hollow deities that rain on me rain on me Suffered by the past, no more to linger or last Lover thinks I've something to defend Exhaustion for emptiness once before my eyes From here on I paint my own suns to rise
10.
The city roads are full of dust wet from the skies that sob In decay grey and drainpipe white the stars stain the doorknob The spires smile like jaws where I lay trudging in the throat Some screaming titan nightmare lost to the epitaph it wrote Vengeance wears a crown of rabid desire today Its scepter intertwined with starving passion and decay There's trust and anguish all along the sexless avenue Insatiable for me like I'm insatiable for you On checkered decks the glow of saints betrays the devil choir Where cynicism and idealism clash in stacks of fire Behind, the dead abandon of the souls who have no names Ahead, the scene depressingly appears to be the same We'll write an epic tragedy and score it with our wails This train's already steaming on, too late to change the rails
11.
Veinblossom 04:03
Staring into the night bleeding tears from the moon The violent torment of the song that Hell croons We worship the soil where the mothers laid their children Now she waits for me to whisper "I was born to watch you bleed" Now she waits Godless and stained she runs through the graveyard Tripping the skeletal bloodletting ride, she taps her veins so hard We worship the soil where the mothers laid their children Now she waits for me to whisper "I was born to watch you bleed" Now she waits, now she waits
12.
Let's drink from the Lethe in my hands, baby, baptize me in hell Feel my lips as if there's one more nothing in there for me to tell Don't you feel the lustful majesty in every shadow behind the lies I'm betraying an angel for you so lay back baby and watch it die Keep it with yours above the dying embers of the sun The butchered sky calypso dreams and bleeds on everyone I reap hopeless melodies of broken splintered notes We carve our own epitaphs of forbidden verse we wrote Blindly we shriek at the nothing if only to hear echoes crying Sleeping we suckle the hemlock if only to know that we're dying My love my love my love my love my dead love Now the hangmen kick the dead leaves and idly wait for dawn This deception like auroras only realized when they're gone Now angel's in the Bowery, my hands are drenched with guilt And you and I are running like children toward the suicide we built Codeine dreaming, black soil scars the blue Suck my vengeance, nobody knows for who Just like my angel, swallowing every lie A crystalline facade I'm growing weary holding high Keep it with yours above the dying embers of the sun The butchered sky calypso dreams and bleeds on everyone
13.
Eleven Cuts 07:51
Hold their eyes open as the needle finds its home Her ribcage heaves violent, my flower of flesh and bone Pick off all the petals, strip the gaping pistil bare She loves me, she loves me not, I don't fucking care A thousand scalpels pierce the wound Tarantella winding to its coda soon Covering for nothing like black socket eyelids Spider eggs wait to hatch in memories hid Hatch Regurgitated needles and cockroach semen Kill the lights and fuck to forget the sin She chokes and swallows whole eternity tonight Her eyes beneath the ocean, desolate fields of white One I keep out in the cold and one I keep in glass One to pine and one to hold and swallow lies I pass Cut Cut Cut Cut Let's kill until beauty is a dying child Gut this dream and string it out for miles Bleeding down on Satan's shore butchered where we sit Baptized in the crimson black from the flesh we slit Rape me love, I cut you love, nurse on my veins, open me up Shred my wrists with broken glass Drown me in the rain that has fallen Twist the screws into my eyes Until I see the emanating pain Demigods and thieves struggle the same buried in chains Open up my throat and sing hymns of the gospel train Violate me skate the razor through all my veins I heard the cutting of a fragile wrist The break of day that strangled out the children's screams Locust swarm caresses all the flesh you kissed Leveeside soaking from the crimson streams Suffer Mutilate Suffer Mutilate We climb the dying mountains in the memories laying jagged Paling, suicide returns her lover moan I heard her screaming freedom as she cut her veins ragged Born to die for me so cut til I see bone Suffer Mutilate Suffer Mutilate The blood looks like dew in the grass And black looks white as pearl The gallows always sang our names Don't they? Strip yourself pale with me in this dead wind Hold me close, angel, let this cold sky descend Warm stains comfort in the second dawn Swallow your tears, the whore has always been gone Vomit every drop of this black torment Breathe easy with me, we will make us die slow Keep the door behind me locked, they'll tear me ragged Taste her virus on my cock swollen with maggots I heard the cutting of a fragile wrist The break of day that strangled out the children's screams Locust swarm caresses all the flesh you kissed Leveeside soaking from the crimson streams Suffer Mutilate Suffer Mutilate At the river mouth plucking the harp of your spine Dead, we walk and crawl the everlasting mirage Writing on every wall but you were too fucking blind Alive, and all for nothing but another barrage Suffer Mutilate Suffer Mutilate "Breathe deeply child, the water will cleanse your soul Breathe deeply child, the water will cleanse your soul" The river looks like highways to home And black looks white as pearl The gallows always sang our names Don't they?
14.
We cry masqueraded nothings Black rainbows silhouette the sky We sleep the electromanic carnival Heard our murder like a murmur in the night Oh-ooo don't you know the world is gonna end right here? This light like a thousand sunsets Dust of bones the saints forgot to bless Rain is falling, dead railmen sing in harmony Hymns that comfort on a broken gospel train Oh-ooo don't you know the world is gonna end right here? Pale September carrion love Vacant, dying floods from above Drained, immobile, blades of grass bleed Angel's bed now the wide open sea Sister got a brand new hangman Wet with christening an agonized facade Now I'm holding hands with dead limbs Let the oceans fall and drown us with our god

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released February 23, 2007

Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Jak Locke
Studios: Total Sonic Chaos NOLA, Lionapple Luling
Jak Locke: vocals, guitar, bass, keyboard, drums, percussion
Brad Medina: drums on twenty seconds of "Eleven Cuts"
Derrik Le Vron: vocals on "Backwash"
Most Tracks Recorded 9/06 - 1/07 at Total Sonic Chaos NOLA
Vocals for Backwash Recorded by Derrik Le Vron in Ohio 11/07
Drums for Eleven Cuts Recorded at Lionapple Luling 1/07

Album Cover Concept and Design: Jak Locke and Brad Medina
Photography: Jak Locke
Imaging: Brad Medina and Jak Locke

All Music and Lyrics by Jak Locke
www.jaklocke.com

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(C) (P) 2007 Jak Locke

original release: February 23, 2007
remastered release: October 8, 2013

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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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