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Brokedowntown

by Jak Locke

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1.
Long Way To Babylon 03:48
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It's a long way to Babylon with the crosses all along the trail It's a long way to Babylon, I'll meet you there if you ever raise the bail No ties that bind me anywhere, no man alive that I fear Cuz it's a long way to Babylon and for now I'm fine staying here You can hear that long lonesome whistle as the train pulls out again tonight We can watch it as it goes in the sunset as it glows I ain't a-ridin but who knows, tomorrow I just might It's a long to Babylon and the climate suits me fine right where I am Yes it's a long way to Babylon so I'll be here while the town still gives a damn No timepiece I'm a slave to beyond Death's old auction block Well it's a long way to Babylon but no rush for me to get down to the dock You can hear that long lonesome whistle as the train pulls out again tonight We can watch it as it goes in the sunset as it glows I ain't a-ridin but who knows, tomorrow I just might It's a long way to Babylon but I can't leave at a time like this It's a long way to Babylon but the folks and wine are just too marvelous I can make it in the morning, I can sleep when I'm dead Cuz it's a long way to Babylon and tonight I'd rather be here instead You can hear that long lonesome whistle as the train pulls out again tonight We can watch it as it goes in the sunset as it glows I ain't a-ridin but who knows, tomorrow I just might
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Discount Casanova 03:27
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Train follow me downtown where where the party's goin down I tell you now my libido is so high Come check me out tonight at my suite in the sky Drown all your sorrows let it out next to me on the floor Don't let the evening pass you by and don't let me not score On the subway train where I smooth talk the girls Come ride down at my place where it's a where it's a whole other world I can't contain a storm so I need to get you now Don't worry about no details like who else where or how Drown all your sorrows let it out next to me on the floor, ooh Don't let the evening pass you by and don't let me not score Drown all your sorrows let it out on the floor On the dance floor don't let me not score
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Paperweight 02:48
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Lookin for my carpet, no one walkin the hall Rusty nails and thumbtacks hangin out of the wall There's a TV in the kitchen talkin to the flies Old fan blowin stale air, you can hear the room sigh Two ton paperweight killin 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 waitin on me
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Cocoon 04:06
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I got nothin to do and I can't go far playing shitty tunes on a shitty guitar I want to go to Home Depot and huff all the paint I look like I'm moving but I really ain't Beat your face against the wall Beat your face against the wall Beat your face against the wall, nobody will know Where you going, down the drain Got everything to lose and nothing to gain Leftover soda pop three days flat Gotta fuck shit up with a baseball bat Beat your face against the wall Beat your face against the wall Beat your face against the wall, nobody will know Flowers blooming in the sunny spring She is nearly everything Clouds are white, the sky is blue She don't tell me what to do I hate butterflies, I hate butterflies, I hate butterflies I hate butterflies I can't get started, all my friends are inanimate I can't get started, all my friends are inanimate The walls are for my head, cut me some slack
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Crux of March 02:17
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Now she's the door to the place under the trail With a blender with a black disco broken to the choice When you are there lone voice of the sum you wail This old man to scream high speaker in my voice Amid the bohemian garden of thieves, a Napoleonic tantrum far from below The Corsican mares they all dress down as tribal anthems of redundancy sound To walk below bridges of the Rhine it's near below contempt for to feel this fine On derelict complacent brigand decks, the podium where emptiness elects A vision of a long forgotten shell, atypical this unimagined hell That reaches out just shy beyond my reach that blinds my eyes and confounds my speech The scarcity of reason casting shadows on festivals of sobriety it blows And Solomon never faced judgments as this, deranged, betrayed and addled by a kiss
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Come On Get Down 01:23
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Wheelin down the highway for a long ass while Switch to the alternative station on the dial Can't help but maybe feel there's been some complication Cuz I just heard this song playing on the pop station Got myself a feeling gonna get myself a reel and find a riff that I can steal and get my sales up through the ceiling and What's that? What you say? Can't listen now it's time to play Come on, get down, Molotov cocktail this party motherfucker Come on, get down, light this sucker up Come on, get down, Molotov cocktail this party motherfucker Come on, get down, light this sucker up Take an old lick and sample all the drums Put it on wax before the evening comes I got a solid gold masterpiece I slap my name on Sold before you know it so get your claim on Gonna find a band and buy a microphone stand and sign a contract with my hand and make a hundred thousand grand and What's that? What you say? Can't listen now, it's time to play Come on, get down, Molotov cocktail this party motherfucker Come on, get down, light this sucker up Come on, get down, Molotov cocktail this party motherfucker Come on, get down, light this sucker up
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I'm Feeling Generic 03:44
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Idols made of wax pretentious to the max Crankshaft people walkin down the waves Immaculate mockeries, plugged in sonic factories Archived like there's something worth to save A carnival of cliques, who wants to be like yesterday's pick Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen Complacent dirges best in semaphore A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex Back to the dry wells to tap some more A carnival of cliques, an audience of stones and bricks Amplified distortion, completely lame proportions You watch them all voraciously depart You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure Put a nail through crap and call it art A carnival of cliques, leave me be, I'm feeling generic
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Leather Chains 03:41
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At the club baby, with the swingers down on the scene Tie me down ladies, have you ever made a grown man scream In the streets I found my way this night and I'm gonna make it my regret Tomorrow I won't respect this face but a smile will be on it There's a haze, oh yeah, from the cigarettes, sex and heat Slide this way, ladies, I'm the man you been wantin to meet From the bar to the club into the motel, I'll take a picture so I won't forget Tomorrow I won't respect this face but a smile will be on it At the club baby, with the swingers down on the scene Tie me down ladies, have you ever made a grown man scream From the bar to the club into the motel, I'll take a picture so I won't forget Tomorrow I won't respect this face but a smile will be on it, c'mon
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Crux of Timekiller 01:17
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Now is the time to drain the pipes and color the lamp posts purple and white Jazz hands on the moldy old couch, terraforming, making love to a slouch Air shock rocker killin time on a bench, calamitous, ridiculous in bed with a wrench Grease monkey, pill junkie slicing the soul, beef jerky slam mother breaking the holes Rule fuckin, still truckin, wire the fire, tell the metric artists gonna help me get higher Rule fuckin, still truckin, wire the fire, tell the metric artists gonna help me get higher
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Uptown Siren 03:49
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Runnin my rules through the jaw machines I can give the devil five in a grayscale scene Pointless tune out the blues guitar playin Just writin down what she was sayin Crooked tin table fall on the floors Acid folk laughin back behind the door I could use a lift to the uptown end where the losers hope and delusions bend Drifter jailbait totally naïve gropin for aces up in my sleeve Spades and clubs, yeah, shovels and bars These eyes gotta lie all past the par Phantom plastic vision false, complete chaotic plasma waltz Scrapin change and changing sides Thrift store reject hitchin rides Uptown siren, uptown siren, uptown siren, uptown siren A total ripoff trashcan riff stuck in neutral on the edge of a cliff Obviously tailored redundant vowels echoes of familiar howls Fuck it I’m a junked-out jaded guest, a non-promoted solitary best There’s still time before you can score the game and I could hardly spell her name Uptown siren, uptown siren, uptown siren, uptown siren
11.
No More Pushin Brooms 03:25
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No more pushin brooms for me, no more, no more No more sweepin rooms for me, many thousands gone No more moppin floors for me, no more, no more No more wipin doors for me, many thousands gone No more vacuum mats for me, no more, no more No more janitor's hat for me, many thousands gone No more dustin frames for me, no more, no more No more passin blame for me, many thousands gone No more income for me, no more, no more No more income for me, many thousands gone
12.
Butane Soda Pop 01:45
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I like to smoke by the dumpster with cigarettes bought on borrowed cash Feeling high like a loser, second hand smoke mingled with the trash Got a job washin dishes, takin out the garbage and stockin the shelf Cleaning up when the doors close, moppin all the floors all by myself I like to smoke by the dumpster, takin my breaks that I really don't got With my hands wet with garbage drippin on the filter with the soda tap snot Got a job making food, stretchin the dough with my unwashed hands Washin up with no soap, slicin raw meat and openin cans I like to smoke by the dumpster, earnin my green for a broken down cause Sittin down on a trash bag, apathetic watchin life slip through the jaws I like to smoke by the dumpster, earnin my green for a broken down cause Sittin down on a trash bag, apathetic watchin life slip through the jaws Apathetic watchin life slip through the jaws Apathetic watchin life slip through the jaws Apathetic watchin life slip through the jaws Apathetic watchin life slip through the jaws Apathetic watchin life slip through the jaws Apathetic watchin life slip through the jaws
13.
Strange Town 00:46
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The starlight tapestry shines a hymn of a plaintive and vague recall Even if I stayed here nobody would see me at all
14.
Ipecac 02:07
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She got marijuana eyes and a crackpipe laugh She got a touch in her fingers that'll break you in half Sun-dried romance, she got mirrors on her pants She got hopeless odds but makes you wanna take the chance She don't give a shit, she don't give a shit She don't give a shit about you She pick you up from the ground like she more than your friend She pick you up from the floor just to push you down again Flowers are blooming, all the candles are lit She kiss you on the mouth before she kicks it She don't give a shit, she don't give a shit No no she don't give a shit about you There's an echo through the static, vacant hallways of her eyes Gettin crazy from a kiss-off like it should come as a surprise She don't give a shit, she don't give a shit No no she don't give a shit about you She don't give a shit, she don't give a shit No no, she don't give a shit about you And she never will
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Crux of Lemon Soda Style 00:46
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Take it on down in a jalopy with a leak Truckin mad plastered like a rockin broken record Bustin my chops through a busted old speaker Don’t cry on me when all your pants turn checkered Take it down the street in a jalopy with a leak Truckin insane broken record of the burns Old speaker cryin like a maniac freak When all your pairs of pants take checkered turns Now you go below the street in a jalopy with the meat Truckin with a leak and the record shinin black A pair of wears they take returns of checkered psycho streets Old speaker shoutin like an exquisite maniac
16.
Never Seen It Comin 03:22
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When you told me you hated my guts I thought you were nuts I thought you were just pallin around When you told me you wanted to go I said "There’s the door" I didn’t know you were serious When you told me that you had a knife and you wanted my life I thought you were just havin some fun When you told me that you had a gun and you pointed at one I thought you were delirious How was I supposed to know that you’re insane? How was I to know you’d blow out my brains? When you told me "Hey look right here" Took all my beer and broke the bottles on my skull When you told me "I’ll take your life with this here knife" And you cut me with the letter opener Well I thought that it was a joke as I started to choke and my blood came up out my throat When you told me you wanted to see what I looked like inside I thought you were just bein funny How was I to know you were a killer? How was I supposed to know that you wanted my blood? When you told me to open the stove and climb on in, I thought you were jokin I thought it was a prank so I did it When you told me you wanted to see what I looked like cold in a casket or a coffin I thought you were just bein sweet How was I to know, how was I to know, how was I to know How was I to know you wanted me dead So I’m dead, are you happy? You wanted me dead, now I'm dead so are you happy? You wanted me dead, so I'm dead, are you happy? You wanted me dead, now I'm dead, are you happy? You wanted me dead, now I'm dead, are you happy? You wanted me dead, now I'm dead, are you happy? Now I’m dead so are you happy? Now I’m dead so are you happy? Now I’m dead so are you happy? Now I’m dead so are you happy? Now I’m dead, are you happy yet? Now I’m dead, are you happy?
17.
Dishes 02:27
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And when the rain falls you get no calls Cuz no one wants to go out in the rain It's all the people, stupid people The sunshine's never welcome here, I wish it could rain for all year Yet there's always something needing soap And would the washer be not me? Nope For washing dishes is the meaning of my life So bring out all the lipsticked glasses, I'll go slow as molasses And still I'll work while never kissing asses Oh, I'll try and try for firing, what's more likely is retiring For washing dishes is the meaning of my life Now the hours ticking backwards But at least I'm in the back room with no one here to bitch about their drinks For today is dishwashing shift and I'll be here watching bubbles turn to crap It's a strange old happy feeling, sends my senses all to reeling For washing dishes is the meaning of my life And when the storm clears, I'll still be here Cleaning up and trying to guess what people ate Brother, maybe not your bag but to me it ain't no drag For washing dishes is the meaning of my life And now the manager comes in, would singer worker be a sin? "What are you doing?" My job

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released April 13, 2003

Shane Padilla plays lead guitar on tracks 2 and 8
David the manager appears at the end of track 17

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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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