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Strychnine Vertigo
01:10
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Fingerprints on the window screen, disheveled and unkempt
A masterpiece of solitude, to society exempt
Screaming silence constantly, sicker by the day
Just another dead limb strewn across the way
Remnants of a vision too joyous to be real
Growing cloudier beneath a thickening time seal
Nobody stops moving, appear and exit from the scene
Just me and happy shotgun leaning on the window screen
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Wasteland!
02:14
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A severed death's head guards the gate where the morning killers wait
Steal a kiss and conjugate your final words
Given that a falsity comes between the destinies
Veins are collapsed in the lake, give us one more blow to take
Some yellow shade caressed the sky, putrid visions in your eye
Devils sentence you to die in juried hearings
Given that a falsity comes between the destiny
Veins are collapsed in the lake, give us one more blow to take
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Blowtorch
03:17
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There's a stain on the wall, there's mold in the closet
There's raw sewage leaking, soaking into the carpet
Empty cigarette packs floating dead in a puddle
Plastic chandelier losing light by the weekend
The refrigerator's drawing flies like raw meat
Trawling in the bathtub, catching silverfish
Cleaning fluid and purses scattered all on the floor
The vacuum bag is burning, hairspray blowtorch
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4. |
Flesh
01:58
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Don't tell me that I am right
Can't tell the day from night
Recycle all my souls
Flame banner up the pole
Tell me that I'm the one
Tear my flesh all undone
Killed me another self
My inner soul with stealth and I am gone
I am gone, so gone
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5. |
Nothing Sacred
02:26
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Is nothing sacred? There's nothing sacred
Is nothing sacred? Is nothing sacred?
Think I can make it if nothing's sacred
Think I can make it if nothing's sacred
Is nothing sacred? Is nothing sacred?
Think I can make it with nothing sacred
Got no worries, nothing's sacred
Got no worries, nothing's sacred
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6. |
Routine Cocktail
02:13
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I am employed under the daughter of a sailor
I make enough in one week to pay for a trailer
There's junk out in the yard and I'm starting to fear it
There's problems I could talk about, you don't wanna hear it
There's children born in garbage pails out in my backyard
I get drunk, I like to drink milk when it starts to get hard
Old bread, mayonnaise, that's my diet
Give me any kind of food, I'll try to fry it
Now I'm employed under the daughter of a failure
I make enough in one year to wanna hang myself in the trailer
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Paperweight
02:41
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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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8. |
I Got Nothin
01:42
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I got nothin
I got nothin
I got nothin
I got nothin
I got nothin
I got nothin
I got nothin
Nothin
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9. |
Tinfoil
03:24
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There’s flies in the water and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
There’s termites in the floorboard and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you
Acid rippin through me, liquid on my brain and a handheld VCR
Necromalic preachers, seraphimic teachers with my head in a jar
Crows callin at you, screamin that there’s something that you really oughta come and see
Bones in your eyeballs, paperclips and Midol and it’s such misery
Oh la la la la la...
Fishers throw your poles in, you can later come again for it’s now my time to drown
This time, not another, if you ain’t my brother then I guess I’ll see you around
Dollars wavin with their wings, mystic concubine she sings a beautiful song
Hair is all disheveled, got a voice just like the devil and there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain't nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain’t nothing wrong
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh
Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong
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Gel
01:00
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11. |
Phoenix Anew
03:21
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I heard a song whispering from miles, singing plaintive
Above the bays of jawless wolves, yes, pain lives
Where bullets gleam in peace's lair, I rest now
Riddled with riddles in her hair, I know how
It all comes to pass where I'm meant
To bring me here, it was all time quite well spent
With boasting charms and devil's smile, my eyes glide
Collapsed to dust and like a child with something to hide
I could walk with you for days, it's just a dream we're walking anyway
I could walk with you for days, it's just a dream we're walking anyway
I could walk with you for days, it's just a dream we're walking anyway
I could walk with you for days
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12. |
Prong
03:06
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Regurgitated, understated
Downing my lies gave me away
I don't see you
My own eyes unchain my mind to be the one for you
Give me what I like torn out of the night
Tear me apart, oh please
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13. |
Mass Graves
04:57
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Down home life burnin up in a blink
Only when you're plastered can you start to think
Necromalic child of a filtered life
Living for the cold of an autopsy knife
Who digs your grave Mister Cotton
Son of a biscuit slow hand what you gotten
The soup is cold and all your crops are rotten
Buckshot soda and your three-legged horse is trottin
Fill up your musket with the telephone fuel
Self-effaced totem pole, facetless jewel
Hangin from the rafters with a bat in your hair
Bones in your eyeballs and you wonder why they stare
Who digs your grave Mister Cotton
Son of a biscuit slow hand what you gotten
The soup is cold and all your crops are rotten
Buckshot soda and your three-legged horse is trottin
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14. |
Venom Spreads
02:33
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Exhaustion for emptiness fills up my veins
Now beyond the hollow provider of rains
Of passionless surfeit once before my eyes
From here on we paint our own suns to rise
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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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