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All Our Sunlight Scattered

by Jak Locke

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1.
Ulysses 04:30
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The streets are dead and silent, the lamppost's light in vain Ulysses trudges through puddles as he tries to dodge the rain The taste of paradise still on his lips, from the bar room it remains Daedalus flies on dropping stones on the beggar in his chains The dregs of shallow misery, they're out in force tonight The beggar shrieks in ecstasy as they all wail their plight And Ulysses reading pictures, straining through his tunnel sight Knowing, he thinks, most uselessly that the sun has lost its light In the hall of queens Ulysses stares in disappointment at the view Screams obscenities at the nightfall in disbelief that it is through The future, a disability, and the past, a shade of blue Teasing with its simplicity, searing with its truth Caesar, he feels so impotent, his robe has grown in spades Even with his vicious wealth and his eighty chambermaids He lost his mind some time ago and as the distance fades Kneeling down now silently and counting the grass blades Ulysses and his band of men, they all share their false laugh Swearing at the sunlight, not caring what they have The beggar watching closely grins on Ulysses' guise And Ulysses is the only other who knows that it's all lies All a lie, all a lie, all a lie, all a lie
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Job's Wednesday Blues 03:16
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I was running for the door with Mary on the line She wanted to know exactly what I did with all the wine I told her with a breath that I gave it to the priest Who comes to see me every day and if I'm still not deceased My girl gave me the world, I thought it was a kiss Til I realized that I got the world the same way as Atlas It's seven in the morning but it really feels like five And here comes Henry Kissinger just to prove I'm still alive I stopped at Caderousse's for a night so I could rest He charged me eighty dollars, fifty cents to be his guest I crawled up the stairs, nearly passed out going up Up in my room was Richard Reid trying to blow it up I asked him what his problem was and if he knew it wasn't a plane He immediately apologized and he left without his brain I heard some noises downstairs and someone screamed a curse I crawled out of the window on the roof and saw a hearse Andrea Cavalcanti knocked me over about then He excused himself politely and he went through the roof again I couldn't get my balance so I fell down on the floor Right down on to Nixon who was walking out the door I apologized profusely to the former president Who left muttering about some foreign accident The police sirens came wailing and they stopped in front of the inn I quickly walked away not caring at all what happened then About this time my shoulders started aching from the weight Of the world which my girl had given me on our last date I looked for some assistance but found Samson there instead And I asked if he could loan me some of the hair from off his head Samson laughed and asked if I was kidding with a grin So I went to find Delilah so she could help me out again
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Hemlock Ambrosia 03:36
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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 failing lantern in the darkness And gripping tight the phoenix as she cries Ah, dearest makes her poison taste delightful 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 single-minded 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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Faded Days 03:36
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Tell me a story of days bright and gold Tell of a time when life wasn't so old Tell of a day that was worth living for Tell of the last time that I opened the door The line that's been trod til it's blurred and erased The clock that keeps time with no hands and no face The pain that's renewed in its cyclical ways Torn from the sanctum, from my faded, my faded days Found in the backwater creeks of my mind Lost in the ravaging passage of time Borne on a cloud in the wide open sky Choked in black schisms until it should die Tell me a story of days bright and gold Tell of a time when life wasn't so cold
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Drift On Down 01:39
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Taking time and taking toll About that time for me to roll Pick my change up out the bowl And drift on down my way Angel come and touched my soul Walked by in her own cool stroll Never knew it was this cold Until she walked away Ain't got no plans, ain't got no goal Just leaning 'gainst this metal pole Seven dimes is all I hold And all I'll need today Dealing's done and I won't fold Got too many songs untold Yet til her sight I again behold I'll drift on down my way
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Lazy October 03:12
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The doors are broken and mosquitoes coming in I'm laying round, got the mattress blues again Cable modem and a broken VCR The kids are boxing on a rusted out old car Ain't much to say, ain't much to do today Commercial vacuum and a Crown Victoria Eighty bucks and plastic euphoria Kicking cans in bags, so bored you're keeping score Taking time like you could come back for some more Ain't much to say, ain't much to do today Stoned and drunk and wired and blowed and wide awake Tomorrow's one more free donation you can take Blowing smoke into the rising morning's face Don't know what's happening but I've already set my pace Ain't much to say, ain't much to do today
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Trail Of Innocents 02:44
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In barren cold cells of iron bars of which I could not conceive To bright vague shapes I turned my eyes in hopes that I'd retrieve The violent urge to suppress myself in the midst of a euphoric guide Now the endless trail of innocents wonders when it was I died Of ceasing pilgrimages to Mount Sinai, my countenance hardly twitched And the hordes of Mao, they crowd my view, considering themselves enriched And the ceremony of dropping names begins anew soaked in pride And the endless trail of innocents wonders when it was I died In quadraphonic decadence, the voices they did rise And passing telling glances which were assumed blind to my eyes In rivers of long lost antipathy, on my raft I take the ride Ah, the endless trail of innocents wonders when it was I died For those I know who fire-baptize, I do not hold contempt Who pour me full of kerosene with their obvious intent And leaving me to their impotent wolves which commit suicide And the endless trail of innocents wonders when it was I died?
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Here You Come Again 02:38
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Well I can't believe you when you tell me that you're not like that no more Just can't get it out my mind what happened last time you came in through my door You ask me if anybody still has respect for you after you went and told all your friends Well I do remember having respect for you at one time, but me, I just can't remember when Now you ask me if I got some change to spare, or maybe some food that I ain't about to eat Well I tell you my dear, you can sit at the table over there, right there, yeah, go find your seat My place ain't changed much since last time, it's about the same, you can tell me how it looks Well if you're gonna sit there baby, don't insult your host, and don't tell me how I cook Now stay away from my bedroom, I see you eyeing it even now Maybe you don't, but I remember what happened last time, just not how I don't have the stomach for it, I don't see any candles lit Been there, done that, and I don't need your benefits Well I'm sitting across from you, and you're telling me your life I don't want to hear it baby Yes you're sitting across from me, and you're asking for a knife Do you think I'm stupid or something? I think it's time for you to leave, no, I'll get the dishes myself You'd just be in the way So go make up what happened tonight and tell all your friends And I'm sure I'll see you back here some other day
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Deuce Of Swords 04:25
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The vagabond church bell is hiding all the baying of the hounds in the vans Raw electricity toils in the sewers as 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 mismatching every note that he sings Inside the evolutionary cycle Winston Churchill and Nostradamus deal cards To Oedipus sitting in the corner who just turned his glass eye into shards Pontius Pilate is hanging his latest robe out on the street for display And the sidewalk prophet is convincing 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
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Mid-January 09:00
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You can feel the moans from all the pitied wastelands You can lean your head and taste the bitter wind You can substitute your fields of gold for plywood You can fool yourself into believing you're there again Believe 'em that your words'll make a difference Wonder if the last word gives you power Let me tell you, if you think that it's really gospel There's sixty just like you born every hour The supposed independents march their cadence And, flinging all their sense out to the air They ask me if it even makes a difference And me, I don't even care to care Yes Eve, she touched me deeply with her smile Caressed me like no other had before And Solomon, divisive now as ever Ensures that me she won't be back no more And I alone, you can call me Teresius Because seeing's more right now than I can stand And I never knew the true meaning of empty Until nothing's all I could hold in my hand There's another derelict along the highway Whispering gently into Van Gogh's ear Anti-fashion scars on the cadaver That occupies the space my soul has cleared Some orchestra of sea sick demon railmen Scores the setting close behind the gates In midst of all the statuesque regalia To drown would be a pleasure far too great Now dreams are but a playground for the foolish Who still believe hope's not a passing fad Some outlaw marionette behind the alleys Rusted cords, no mind left to go mad Now Kerouac is plucking the piano strings As Judas puts his arm around my back Majestic in the graveyard at my doorstep My ever-ceasing rest between the cracks And I alone, you can call me Teresius Because seeing's more right now than I can stand And I never knew the true meaning of empty Until nothing's all I could hold in my hand

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released December 16, 2002

original release: December 16, 2002
remastered release: June 19, 2017

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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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