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Heavy Root

by Jak Locke

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1.
A Name 02:07
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The box is packed and you're so far away Distant like we've been for many days That last goodbye, that one last hard embrace So hard in that light to see the tears on your face It wasn't anybody's fault and it was everyone to blame Some place along the line, things just weren't the same So fifteen years from now, tell me, will I just be a name The long ride home and the songs on the radio Just reinforced what you and I already know The circumstances weighed too heavy for all of this We must part now because that's just the way it is It wasn't anybody's fault and it was everyone to blame I find it hard to realize now I am just a name In a world, a life apart, I'd love you all the same Goodbye goodbye, I'll never forget you Goodbye goodbye, forget me, don't forget me and you
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Scratch 04:00
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Shootin pool on another lonely night Ain't no ladies, ain't none of my friends in sight It's my break and broken is what I am One more game pal, say, tell me your name again Sunk the 14, well my soul is sinkin too Can't help wonderin if it's all because of you Eight ball, my shot, right down the cue ball went One more game pal, here's my last fifty cents
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Go Home 02:50
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You wanna talk about love? You better talk to me Cuz I ain't got time for your sympathy You say you wantin all the answers to your questions You say you want a quick romance? Well I ain't the one You can't hide from the passion, you can't run from the pain I don't have time to lose you and try to win you back again Go beg for someone else cuz I don't give a damn about you You think you know about pride? Don't know a thing about it Don't want to hear your promise, no no I won't allow it You think you know about me? Well girl you better think twice Cuz I've learned that ladies are more than sugar and spice, yeah You can't hide from the passion, you can't run from the pain I don't have time to lose you and try to win you back again Just keep all your secrets cuz my mind's all I got to lose You can't hide from the passion, you can't run from the pain I don't have time to lose you and try to win you back again Go beg for someone else cuz I don't give a damn about ya (song written by Shane Padilla and Jak Locke)
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I Don't Care About This Song (4am) 05:34
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Shedding sweat bullets like a sawed-off gun Flying off walls in a room of one Peelin off plaster from my ceiling fan Toothpick wound in the middle of my hand Limp wet dollar layin down in a glass Filter smokin killer's jumpin on my ass Broken record rockin from five to nine With a burnt-out jimmy workin for the wine Givin us directions Seven plain selections Liquid mind corrections I'm like damn Semaphore junkies wavin plastic flags Wake of confusion in my sleepin bag Blue dye runnin down the side of his face I want a whiskey sour with a shot of mace Corporate disco on the side of the street Dusty gray bones looking for the meat Salivate your life on the side of the ditches While your Frankenstein monster's pickin at his stitches Givin us directions Seven plain selections Liquid mind corrections I'm like damn Fisherman's net caught up in a draft Suicidal monkey hanging on the raft Detrimental can in the back of a truck Ask for directions and you're out of luck Silver tongued artist with the tarnish blues Road hockey hitcher with nothing to lose Cremated man in a brown ashtray You can't hit a note when you try to play Givin us directions Seven plain selections Liquid mind corrections I'm like damn Givin us directions Don't ask for a dollar from me You ain't worth my time Ain't nothin to see in this city Everything's on one street Why you keep botherin me You drunk enough as it is I ain't got no money anyway If I did I wouldn't need directions from you So go bother those people over there But leave me alone You keep on bothering me Why don't you take a hint We ain't got no money and neither do our girls And you drunk enough as it is I'm like damn I'm like damn And my cigarette's burnin my hand
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Mass Graves 03:48
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Down home life burnin up in a blink Only when you're plastered can you start to think Necromalic child of a filtered life Living for the cold of an autopsy knife Who digs your grave Mister Cotton Son of a biscuit slow hand what you gotten The soup is cold and all your crops are rotten Buckshot soda and your three-legged horse is trottin Fill up your musket with the telephone fuel Self-effaced totem pole, facetless jewel Hangin from the rafters with a bat in your hair Bones in your eyeballs and you wonder why they stare Who digs your grave Mister Cotton Son of a biscuit slow hand what you gotten The soup is cold and all your crops are rotten Buckshot soda and your three-legged horse is trottin Mass graves like a K&B pencil Mass graves your name is next on the stencil
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Heavy Root 04:59
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7.
No Blues 01:36
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Got a sweet New Orleans honey who knows where her mind is at She don't care about my money or tells me that my singing's flat I can hang out with my friends now and not hear a word about it When she's hangin round me baby, bad times just ain't allowed She's a total change 180 from the past No blues for days, never knew that that could last And it blows my mind that someone's this into me Never knew that this was a way that it could be She's not hating everybody like some others I have known She don't call me every minute, she sees me every time I'm in town There ain't nothing she's expecting, she don't try to dictate everything She ain't easy or vindictive and she don't demand no wedding ring She's a total change 180 from the past No blues for days, never knew that that could last And it blows my mind that someone's this into me Never knew that this was a way that it could be
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The Road 05:47
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Well I'm sitting outside on my front porch waiting for my friend to come get me We've got big plans We're gonna drive down the road Try to think of something to do Again Well it starts to rain and puddles start to form on the curbs and the side of the road And here comes my friend He asks me for the ten dollars I owe him I tell him times are tough He says "you're right" and soaks me before driving off So I start walking down the road and a Toyota pulled up right in front of me Offered me a ride, offered me a job Offered me a million bucks I said "sorry, I don't take rides in imports I'm American, don't you know" That got me thinking about a job so I decided to find me one Walked into a store, filled out a application The manager told me he didn't hire people who needed jobs, so I left Walking on down I find a church giving out food to the poor So i walk on in and here comes a priest I tell him I'm hungry He says "what are you, crazy coming in here all wet? Don't come back until you get yourself some decent clothes" So about this time I've reached the end of the street At a crossroads Don't know if I should go right or left All these streets look the same So I jump in the canal Saw it in a movie once or maybe it was a dream Who cares Moving on down the canal going with the flow I spot a vagabond He asks me what I'm doing I say "floating in the canal" He asks me why I tell him "because I was already wet anyway" He says "ok" So I ask him what he's doing just walking around He says "hey man, I'm a vagabond" He don't have no job He can count all his friends on one finger I tell him his mom don't count He tells me "at least I'm not floating in the canal" Now I float all the way back to the other end of the road to my front porch and I step out soaking wet And here comes my friend, pulling up again, offering me a ride I tell him "No thanks man, been through this already I ain't ready to go through it again" Life's a road, don't you know It's got twists and turns and potholes And signs and roadkill and litter Okay so I guess life really just ain't a road
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Reek 02:39
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The garbageman's a woman, she don't like me none at all Here she comes right now, let's watch all my garbage fall Scattered all over my yard, threw my can against the wall I don't get no visitors, no one can stand my air Can't even see my kitchen, it's becoming hard to bear Eight weeks of backed up garbage, it's got to go somewhere I done tried everything from cherry bombs to valentines Sweet talk, threats and begging, she's still mean to me all the time If she'd just take my garbage my life would be just fine
10.
Thinking About You (Shane Padilla cover) 02:17
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I'm sitting around thinking about you I'm all alone with nothing left to do The times we had were the best that came along And it's hard for me to try and be so strong I miss them dearly and you know that it's true It don't help a bit for me to just sit and think about you I have one favor to ask you to do Would you see the truth and try to be strong too Thinking about you, thinking about you Thinking about you, thinking about you Thinking about you, thinking about you Thinking about you, thinking about you (written by Shane Padilla)
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I Don't Care About This Song (Midnight) 04:29
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Shedding sweat bullets like a sawed-off gun Flying off walls in a room of one Peelin off plaster from my ceiling fan Toothpick wound in the middle of my hand Limp wet dollar layin down in a glass Filter smokin killer's jumpin on my ass Broken record rockin from five to nine With a burnt-out jimmy workin for the wine Givin us directions Seven plain selections Liquid mind corrections I'm like damn Semaphore junkies wavin plastic flags Wake of confusion in my sleepin bag Blue dye runnin down the side of his face I want a whiskey sour with a shot of mace Corporate disco on the side of the street Dusty gray bones looking for the meat Salivate your life on the side of the ditches While your Frankenstein monster's pickin at his stitches Givin us directions Seven plain selections Liquid mind corrections I'm like damn Fisherman's net caught up in a draft Suicidal monkey hanging on the raft Detrimental can in the back of a truck Ask for directions and you're out of luck Silver tongued artist with the tarnish blues Road hockey hitcher with nothing to lose Cremated man in a brown ashtray You can't hit a note when you try to play Givin us directions Seven plain selections Liquid mind corrections I'm like damn Givin us directions Don't ask for no dollar from me My girl ain't got no money neither So just leave us alone I'm like damn
12.
Lonesome Sunset 02:03
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Featuring Shane Padilla on guitar on Scratch, Go Home (which he co-wrote), Reek, and Thinking About You (which he also wrote)
Jak Locke on everything else

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released December 20, 1999

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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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