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Oklahoma Plain
03:30
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Out in the rolling fields where the plowmen harvest grain
Beyond these humid winds I sing my lone refrain
To Absalom I can relate, my fortune is my pride
To pages of the calendar I flip through in my mind
You can see it in Picasso's hand painting on the hangman's hood
And your silence speaks it better than her speeches ever could
James Reddick and Greg Johnson shaking hands along the trail
To my discrepancy I watched the evening pale
And in this campaign of particulars, Joab as my Fury muse
On the Wailing Wall I count my hands knowing of this mocking ruse
Now Annas and Caiaphas wait in line to take my place
When I fall to earth just hold my hand and I'll ignore your face
In electrical ecstasy I cannot help but hope
The graves they open constantly in the shadow of some pope
But me, I just can't keep staring, I can feel the tide start to rise
So I'm going to Oklahoma where the ground is twice as high
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Fireplug
03:27
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Innuendo gives me chills for all my days
Sophomoric devil woman knows my ways
Effervescent, hung my boots up on a nail
Ephemeral through the skies tied to a sail
Participle disciple-ing my lonesome years
Blind and hollow, corrupting the purest tears
Seraphimic waves that crash upon the rocks
Intersession, pack my soul up in a box
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Brass Sky
03:00
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Out in the distance, there's a way
Out in the morning, beyond the day
I'll be waiting like a slow river rolling
Passin time in the waves
She'll be calling, waiting for you
To bathe in sun rays, to bathe in dew
She'll be waiting in the afternoon
Dropping petals on the graves
Out in the morning where echoes sail
Sirens reach out beyond the pale
I'll be waitin while my black steed is sleepin
Countin blades of the grass
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Just Like Dresden
03:40
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Prismatic cascades fall to me, angelic voices call to me
Lightning filled now empty veins, she commands the storms and rains
Contagious flames filled with light, the timepiece hand that killed the night
Upon the lunar halo's lance returned to hold Brancusic stance
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Patience is a beggar's game, addiction goes by any name
Retired to a god's reward, the favor of the Queen of Swords
In crystal balls and augurs' flights I dare not glimpse the future nights
Rejecting trite inane repose, Achilles' heel long been exposed
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
No chance that any of this was real, iconoclastic virtues concealed
The bellows of the mornin sun that rose and flares no matter strength of wind that blows
Now tethered by a cord of hollow pearls, with that she'd take my soul and all the godforsaken world
The drifter's lane's what it is that waits, your thread now at the scissor of the fates
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
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Gascan
04:04
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Outside, rusted brown ditch drain underground
Soaring under drones, this grass blade all disowned
Replaced for a time, erased, now we fly
Ulcer stuffed with mud, kitchen floor covered in blood
She's my only friend
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Angelwing
04:36
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Will you say hello for me? Will you tell me if he smiles?
Yes, sweet girl, I’ll do what you ask I’ll be back in just a while
What did he say what did he do? Was my interest all in vain?
Yes, sweet girl, I’m sorry, I’ll protect you from the rain
Will you take a walk with me? I’d like your company
Anything you ask, sweet girl, is fine it’s fine with me
Will you take a walk with me? I’d like your company
Anything you ask, sweet girl, is fine it’s fine with me
I met a man, oh yes, I did, I think I am in love
That’s wonderful, sweet girl, to see your heart so high above
He’s gone away, he’s gone away, I think that I may die
Calm down, sweet girl, he still loves you, he’ll be back in two July’s
Will you kiss me softly? Will you hold me close to you?
Yes, sweet girl, it’s what I always hoped that I could do
Will you kiss me softly? Will you hold me close to you?
Yes, sweet girl, it’s what I always hoped that I could do
Will you now forget me? Will you let me fly away?
If what you ask will make you happy, I’d do it yesterday
Will you now forget me? Will you let me fly away?
If what you ask will make you happy, I’d do it yesterday
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Trespassing Mirage
02:14
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The tortoise shell-like shimmer glint from Sophia's necklace shines
To prisms of the eyes of God which constantly strike me blind
And kissing corpses dredged up from vacations in the swamp
My liege comes strolling vicariously with circumstance and pomp
Sophia knows her place quite well, she wears it on her arm
As wedding bells and carnivals announce her righteous charm
Me, I'm rolling in the carpet from the trial yesterday
And trying to forget about the debt that I must pay
The fifteen dollar sacrifice is going up for sale
To Louis the Fourteenth and Apostle Paul in jail
You can't find truth in fiction like Sophia always says
Now I'm walking to Arabia and sorting through this mess
The terrapin and Uncle Remus riding on his back
Make light of all the cargo loads that the tired sailors stack
So I perforate my clothing and my alabaster face
And wait here for Sophia to show me to my place
Show me to my place, show me to my place, show me to my place, show me to my place
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Hangman
03:43
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When you get there, drink the water for me
Be sure to tell me if it's as sweet as I remember it to be
When you get there, bathe in the moonlight for me
Be sure to tell me if it's as comforting as I remember it to be, it to be
I remember well
There ain't much, there ain't much to be
When you get there could you hang yourself from the tree?
Tell me if it's as high as I remember it to be
Oh tell me the wind does twist you
If it's cold and if it turns you in the breeze like it did to me
Oh tell me, oh tell me, oh tell me, oh tell me, oh tell me, yeah
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Behind the idealistic mask you can gamble with your soul
Redeeming the troubled with my smile, my mind and all I hold
And showing for it solitude within the merchant host
Rejecting peace and convincing myself that least is most
A panhandler's wrist forsaking pain no matter time held stiff
But for the grace of alcohol to stand in the wind as it shifts
And fills my sails the wrong way out, misfortune as my guide
Selling off my typical word of God for the Hecatic muse who lied
My ambiguous philosophy drips still through the veins
Of sedimentary intellects of those who live to drain
Now figures pass outside my door singing songs that I can't hear
To wait for rainstorm prophecy to tell when all is clear
I might be back next Sunday, I'll write you if I'm not
I can't stick around this place too long, you've probably forgot
With its chorus of dissonant parrots and its women who beg to be used
No, I'm going back where I came from where I've got, I got nothing
And nothing to lose
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10. |
Dead End Road
06:25
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Baby you ain’t even heard the best yet:
You've never had the chance to meet yourself
Your mirror tells a different lie each Sunday
You ain’t got a thing besides your wealth
Now all that I remember is your body
Delusional illusions you could spare
The dimes for all the broke down offroad merchants
The entire broke down town don’t even care
You could do me nearly anything and think that I'd stand by
And you could run right off a mountain and think that you could fly
Baby now you got my shreds of remnants
Locked away inside some dresser drawer
Lonely lounging someplace by your radio
And praying you don’t need me anymore
Disjointed melodies, reminders
Of what you’d love to disclaim as your guilt
Wasting finely down like hourglass sand
Inside the ghetto palace that you’ve built
You could do me nearly anything and think that I'd stand by
So go and run right off the mountain and I will watch you die
Baby you could tear a man to pieces
As if you’re ignorant about your craft
The plastic hallway opens to your command
Corrosive wind in every mining shaft
And pointless, spent this anarchy of romance
To fill me up with temporary breath
In this absurdist carnival of wishgames
That, probably, I’ll play until my death
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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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