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Hymnal Apocrypha

by Jak Locke

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1.
Deuce of Swords 03:25
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The vagabond church bell is hiding all the baying of the hounds in the vans Raw electricity toils in the sewer 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
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Scorched Porch Lights 03:01
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The fire engine's screaming all down St. Mary Street I'm drunk and wasted once again, I got no one to meet Sidewalk prophecies on the wall The sun ain't good for nothing with all that smoke in its face She left her clothes here, she'll be back at my place Sometime soon, maybe next fall I broke all the windows now the wind won't go away Got a Vegas streak in me but no one left to play It's quiet now I can even hear the mold in her closet I could drop five figures in less than a week I could live it up downtown where the floor don't creak Ain't no money to make no deposit Took the bus to your place, hoped to find you here So many problems, not enough beer And I had nothing better to do than stand up right here play guitar and sing to you
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Lazy October 03:23
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The doors are broken and mosquitoes comin in I'm layin round got the mattress blues again Cable modem and a broken VCR 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 Kickin cans in bags so bored you're keeping score Takin 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 Blowin 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 Ain't much to say Ain't much to do today
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Beautiful Day To Be Dead 03:48
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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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I'm Feeling Generic 04:07
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Idols made of wax, pretentious to the max Crankshaft people walking 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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Behemoth 06:04
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Out from below, like a flood the evil shadows flow Earthquakes began as the monster walked onto dry land I can see away I could walk away I could drift away I could die today Cloaked by a shield, only to my eyes is it revealed Come just for me, come to kill me oh so silently I can see away I could walk away I could drift away I could die today Born of the flame, in the end just it and I remain Formless and free, chasing phantoms floating randomly I can see away I could walk away I could drift away I could die today Pushed down below like a flood the searing venom flows Rainbow of gray, it pursues me to my dying day I can see away I could walk away I could drift away I could die today
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After the Show 02:55
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unused finished tracks from the Post-Apocalyptic Hymnal sessions
Jak Locke: guitar, vocals, drums, some bass
Zach Dufrene: piano
Jeremy Borne: some bass

remastered Oct 2021

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released December 4, 2008

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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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