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Songs For Cello At Night

by Jak Locke

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1.
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
2.
Wasteland! 02:14
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
3.
Blowtorch 03:17
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
4.
Flesh 01:58
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
Paperweight 02:41
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
8.
I Got Nothin 01:42
I got nothin I got nothin I got nothin I got nothin I got nothin I got nothin I got nothin Nothin
9.
Tinfoil 03:24
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
10.
Gel 01:00
11.
Phoenix Anew 03:21
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
12.
Prong 03:06
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
13.
Mass Graves 04:57
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
14.
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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released May 16, 2004

Jak Locke: all instruments / vocals

original release: May 16, 2004
remastered release: January 3, 2013

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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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