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Color Coordinated
04:07
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I could hear the railmen all the way across the river last night
Color coordinated, yelling fiction in a house with no light
Braziers warm the vagabonds with strips of magazine in the fire
Gospels of the starving, nothing that was never spoke by a liar
On Chameleon Alley there's a riot with a five dollar charge
On Television Hill the beached redundants watch their wallets enlarge
Meantime down in Boxville everyone is stoned or playing pretend
No one says a word that's not repeated back by all of their friends
I could hear the railmen all the way across the river last night
Laughing at the track's end off the cliffside hanging just out of sight
This rail ain't got long to live
Got to know it's bound to give
I can see the daylight even when it's midnight
I'll see you at the top of the cliff
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2. |
Wrecking Ball
04:50
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I got plenty of time we got nothing to say
You gotta take it to the limit on the devil birthday
Lookin for somethin to bide my time
Gotta find someone to kill some time
With a pocket of change and a bag full of brown
You can taste the laced bass in the spot downtown
Junkyard hustlers and a heart attack smile
Grandfather time'll be high for a while
Pincushion arms all the spoons are black
Tornado weather yellow blazer on his back
And he's the type that like it when the sky fall down
We all the type that like it when the sky fall down
We all the type that like it when the sky fall down
Oh my God that's loud, I want to make it fall!
Another drip in the faucet with a tip in the jar
Another singin waste of space that'll never go far
Another grain on the beach another stain on the wall
And she the type of woman want to be with them all
We love the type of woman want to be with them all
Drifter jailbait totally naive
I wanna throw it all away like you wouldn't believe
About the stupidest goddess that I ever did see
And I won't be happy til she sleepin with me
Everybody wants it and they looking for some
Well run and hide -- cuz here I come
Suicide -- and a bottle of rum
Suicide -- and a bottle of rum, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ask for time I got plenty to spare
Never asked your name got no reason to care
Never expect nobody to ask me to stay
And I couldn't care less you hear a word I say
No, I couldn't care less you hear a word I say
City park carnival making some headway
Slam piece trailer beast looking for threeways
See the man sleeping at the One Eyed Jack's
Two tone lone drone put it on wax stoned
Tokin up homegrown stupid and white
When the wrecking ball come I'm gonna be all right
When the wrecking ball come we gonna be all right
When the wrecking ball come we gonna be all right
Turn it out
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3. |
The Nothing At All
04:17
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Tragic priestess caught me in a sonic snare
To wash my vision with visions of trespassing
To take the invisible path to the dream of a reckoning
Just to walk the lane that you'd be passing
Shimmer baby, slide down my veins
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
In the back rooms far behind the castle wall
Where the pendulum is swinging much too fast
There isn't a reason why there's any reason at all
That you'll ever share your secrets with me at last
And if I arrive there still can't be a guarantee
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sexual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
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4. |
Cyanide
05:22
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It's a dead man hanging in a children's parade
It's a daylight betrayal and a midnight charade
See your corpse in the mirrors of the shards of your houses of glass
It's a carnival freakshow where the deaf kill the blind
Where the able are slaughtered but nobody minds
Another day going nowhere, if you're lucky it won't go too fast
When the codeine's flowing, want to take my time
Want to sing a love song with the funeral chimes
To a girl who pretends that the fallout is nothing but snow
Cyanide in the water and I'm dry like a bone
If you won't violate me then just leave me alone
Another dirt-poor suicide waiting for the time to go
I can see that each beginning brings about nothing more than countdowns to their end
Me, I'm just waiting waiting for the rain to pass the time
Nothing left to believe, got nothing to defend
Now my alibi's level, holding hands with the devil
Kill the silence with violence while the holy ones revel
And I'll watch from the corner til the minutes are too few to waste
When your angels approach you for to carry you home
Try as hard as you can not to see you're alone
Another surplus soul spent as ten more are born to replace
I can see that each beginning brings about nothing more than countdowns to their end
Me, I'm just waiting waiting for the rain to pass the time
Nothing left to believe, got nothing to defend
So they say, so it goes
I'll be shooting holes in the sky
So they say, so I guess
I could leave it all behind
I could take the words from your mouth
I could jump out of the window
I could walk the streets and sleep
I could wake up any minute
Nothing worth saying here
There's no reason to say anything
Epitaphs in the clouds
"Say goodbye before the shots ring"
I could take the words from your mouth
I could jump out of the window
I could walk the streets and sleep
I could wake up any minute
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5. |
Flavor Of The Week
03:30
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Come on and lie to me baby
I want to hear it when I'm slipping out your hands
Yeah yeah you think you can enslave me
Better save your breath and get out while you can
Get out while you can
I don't give any slack
All you got to offer's when you're on your back
Yeah and I'll make you scream in ways you never forget
But baby never forget there's not a thing I believe in except for myself
My my my my my myself
Just want to waste my sweet time time
The temporary feels the sweetest in your hands
Yeah you got nothing that could change my mind
Better change your own or get out while you can
Get out while you can
I don't give any slack
All you got to offer's when you're on your back
Yeah and I'll make you scream in ways you never forget
But baby never forget there's not a thing I believe in except for myself
My my my my my myself
All I want is a vanishing thrill
I'm just being honest trying to get my fill
I'll be your slam piece if you repeat after me
Love ruins everything
Love ruins everything
Love ruins everything
Love ruins everything
Love ruins everything
Love ruins everything
Love ruins everything
Love ruins everything
Love ruins everything
Love ruins everything
I don't give any slack
All you got to offer's when you're on your back
Yeah and I'll make you scream in ways you never forget
But baby never forget there's not a thing I believe in except for myself
All I want is a vanishing thrill
Get out while you can
All I want is a vanishing thrill
Get out while you can
All I want is a vanishing thrill
Get out while you can
All I want is a vanishing thrill
Get out while you can
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6. |
Nothing But Time
05:44
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Looking out the window for a day or two with the sun above the roof
Kicking back and waiting for to sober up with a vodka 80 proof
Listen to the cars and people passing by as the fan blades go around
Now the phone is ringing as I take a drag, pick the phone up off the ground
Nothing but time time time is that a crime
Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine
Nothing but time time time is that a crime
Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine
Talking to my girl until I hear a knock and I tell her "call you back"
Open up the door and it's my boy Scotty in his beat up Cadillac
Cruising down the highway with a paper bag wrapped around my day's intent
Park at the apartments, pass another hour just to know that it's been spent
Nothing but time time time is that a crime
Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine
Nothing but time time time is that a crime
Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine
Over to the club after the sun goes down, see my friends up at the bar
Buy another beer to wash the liquor down, we shoot pool for about an hour
Get back to the house around three A.M., not worried about no strife
I'm not really sure just what tomorrow brings and that's my kind of life
Nothing but time time time is that a crime
Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine
Nothing but time time time is that a crime
Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine
Nothing but time time time is that a crime
Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine
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7. |
Good Luck
04:52
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Head full of kerosene waiting for a spark
In the dead of the night when my window ain't dark
Let it all flow, keep your thoughts running thick
Kill time for no reason til the nothing makes you sick
She's a total homegrown angel
A violent refrain
She's a strange hallucination left out in the rain
Obnoxious letdown throw a plank in the gears
In the drowsy afternoon apathy's all that's clear
Beautiful rusted leaning on a wall
Get closer to the truth and then to nothing at all
She's a total homegrown angel
A trespassing mirage
She's a jaded makeshift cynic stoned in the garage
Take a hose to the masterpiece, save a magazine
Amazing in drag and redundantly clean
Relevant, irrelevant, it's powerfully mundane
Never mind, don't rewind, it's completely the same
She's a total homegrown angel
A freedom from the mass
She's a self-inflicted letdown in a bed of broken glass
She's a total homegrown angel
A passion suicide
She's a tragic ending seeker, she will not be denied
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8. |
Rockin Broken Record
03:02
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Sheddin sweat bullets like a sawed-off gun
Flyin off walls in a room for one
Peelin off plaster from my ceiling fan
With a neon stigmata in the middle of my hand
Limp wet dollar laying down in a glass
With a filter smokin killer jumping on my ass
Broken record rockin from five to nine
With a burnt-out loser workin for the wine
Yellow-eyed junkie waving plastic flags
Wake of confusion in my sleeping bag
He got blue dye runnin down the side of his face
Singin "I want a whiskey sour with a shot of mace"
Corporate disco on the side of the street
Now my dusty gray bones looking for a beat
Wastin my life at the side of the ditches
While your Frankenstein monster's pickin at his stitches
Suckin back tobacco like there's no tomorrow
Sittin in a joint with some temporary sorrow
Semaphore lover in my distant past
Smokin joes takin blows to my fixated ass
Silver tongued artist with the tarnish blues
Road hockey hitcher with nothing to lose
I want to be cremated in a black ashtray
Leave me outside on Decatur til I'm blown away
This drifter lifestyle calling both of my names
Chain smokin chasers with no one to blame
Tall blond waitress with the punchcard blues
Tryin hard to fight time and she's bound to lose
Workin class stiffs two tables away
Livin for the paycheck and never for the day
It's a shame for a person to be so stuck
Though my future's gettin high in the back of a truck
Throwin out numbers of the local bars
Dirt-poor zeroes who don't want to be stars
Stars are too common and come out too soon
I make my wishes on a bright blue moon
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9. |
Beautiful Day To Be Dead
03:44
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Yeah it's just me, as you can see
I'm high again with no place I'm going
Tell her I'm not there, I am nowhere
And nothing's just what I want to be knowing
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Something I could not decide
Where I've been, the devils could sell you
On cold concrete we spoke our piece
Now the dust speaks all I could tell you
Nothing less I could've said
It's a beautiful day to be dead
Lock the door, kill the feeling
Now we stare at the ceiling
Somehow I see this goodbye
Without an end, hardly a parting
A different face, another place
Behind the rust, the cycle's restarting
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10. |
Uptown Siren
05:34
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Run all the rules through the jaw machines
I can give the devil five in a poverty scene
Pointless tuning out the screams in the street
Pointless trying to hide your stash from the heat
Cash and two dimebags fall on the floor
Acid folk laughing back behind the door
I could use a lift to the uptown end
Where the losers hope and delusions bend
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious cycle
Phantom plastic vision false
Complete chaotic cosmic waltz
Scraping change and changing tides
Thrift store reject hitching rides
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious cycle
Stand in the rain til Sunday
Hide what you have to prove til you forget
It's a total letdown I'm a total letdown
No one left to violate now
Shot in the leg and I can see the black tide rising around the ocean sky and I say
Shot in the leg
I found the fine line between the devil and I, my my my my my my my
A total ripoff trashcan riff
Stuck in neutral on the edge of a cliff
Obviously tailored redundant and loaned
Echoes colors hardcore stoned
Fuck it, I'm a drugged-out jaded guest
An unpromoted solitary best
Fuck it, I'm a drugged-up jaded guest
A non-promoted solitary best
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious chain of
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious chain of
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious chain of
The sad but true insatiable
The sad but true insatiable
The tie that binds unbreakable
Repetitious vicious cycle
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11. |
Equus Ultima
03:30
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After all that we've waited look at the sun we've created
Swallowing rose stems in the radiation graveyard
Night will come soon with frost pale arms
Running black with the opened veins of a god
Yes, sweet like mercury we'll drink this sunset
Scored by echoes of yesterday's battles
And I can't remember a single reason for regret
Our last dance to the harmonizing death rattles
Where is your mirror now, Narcissus?
I want to watch everything fall
And who could dream of resisting this?
Ashes to ashes, after all
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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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