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All Our Sunlight Scattered

by Jak Locke

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released December 16, 2002

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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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Track Name: Ulysses
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
Track Name: Job's Wednesday Blues
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
Track Name: Hemlock Ambrosia
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
Track Name: Faded Days
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
Track Name: Drift On Down
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
Track Name: Lazy October
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
Track Name: Trail Of Innocents
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?
Track Name: Here You Come Again
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
Track Name: Deuce Of Swords
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
Track Name: Mid-January
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