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Ana
03:07
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Along the nightlight streets I staggered absently
The voice of God spoke out, but accidentally
The innocent are dead, her lips are wet with blood
Willing sacrifices breathe under the flood
Beautiful, no eyes, no mouth to hold her screams
She spoke to me in tongues and asked to hold my dreams
Murder on my lips, her face is wet with tears
No reason to believe what anybody hears
Lover I've discovered in the blood, ragged veins that drain
And pained howls from your beautiful dead mouth, happiness
Kiss my eyes and dream
We died and paid the fare
Someone told the truth
And no one even cared, yeah
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2. |
Ipecac
02:19
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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 want to take the chance
She don't give a shit
She don't give a shit
No no, she don't give a shit about you
She pick you up from the ground like she more than a 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
Aw she don't give a shit
She don't give a shit
No, she don't give a shit about you
There's an echo through the static
Vacant hallways of her eyes
Getting crazy from a kiss off like it should come as a surprise
Because she don't give a shit
She don't give a shit
No! She don't give a shit about you
Oh, she don't give a shit
She don't give a shit
No! She don't give a shit about you
Because she don't give a shit about you no no no no no
She don't give a shit, no no she don't and she never will
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3. |
Thrift Store Redux
03:55
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4. |
Oklahoma Plain
03:40
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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
Twice as high
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5. |
Molotov Redux
03:03
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6. |
Plastic Bag Rag
02:34
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Yeah!
I'm going to work at the dollar store
I'm going to work at the dollar store
I'm going to work at the dollar store
I'm going to work at the dollar store, whoo!
Tonight I'm gonna be sweeping up and doing item recovery
Tonight I'm gonna be sweeping up and doing item recovery
Tonight I'm gonna be sweeping up and doing item recovery
Who needs a weekend anyway?
My boss is gonna tell me I'm a bad worker
My boss is gonna tell me I'm a bad worker
She's gonna tell me everybody's complaining
While my assistant hides in the break room again
The worst of mankind is easy to find
From behind battlefields and cash registers
Yeah I'm going to work at the dollar store in less than an hour
I'm going to work at the dollar store in less than an hour
I'm going to work at the dollar store in less than an hour
I'm going to work at the dollar store in less than an hour
Don't you wish you were me
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7. |
Good Luck Redux
05:06
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8. |
Lemon Soda
03:25
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh yeah
Late at night walkin by the yacht club
Suckin down lemon soda
Bionic strings in a smoked out java joint, hey yeah
Givin me what I need
Yeah uh huh givin me what I need
There ain't nobody watchin the game
There ain't no watch tellin the day
And there wasn't anybody walkin by me tryin to change my clean ashtray
Yeah yeah yeah yeah oh oh yeah
Yeah yeah oh oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh yeah
Mister Janitor can you help me clean the blood off my shower walls
And tell me why it doesn't why it doesn't match my floor
And can you tell me please Mister Janitor, if you could
Why there ain't nothin to nothin to nothin no more no more
No more no more yeah
Layin down, gaggin just to hear something
Smashin your picture up against the wall just to make a sound
Admiring the lovely waves that your body made, oh
Say hello to the ocean for me for me for me for me yeah
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9. |
A Jaded Face
01:53
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Lights out, suffocating
Choke down all your hopes for something better than the past
There is no going home, there is no return
Everything you love will die and so will you
So suffocate, suffocate
The end remains the same in the end
Yeah, yeah
Somewhere someone's taking up the space and someday I will see his face and it will probably be mine
Somewhere someone's got to have a way to make a day be something I can feel was not a waste of time
Somewhere someone's got to have a feeling they can make me feel to feel as though I really should have cared
Somewhere someone's going to the funeral of someone else and one day someone else will go to their's
Go go go go go go go break it down
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah 1 2 3 4
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10. |
End Cycle
01:25
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When the party's over it's hard to figure where you're gonna go
It's all you are, but later
Everything's forgotten just like everything you'll ever know
Nothing came between you
But now they barely can recall your name
All the things we said we'd have forever
Nothing's there, just void and air
And I don't care cuz nothing stays the same
Somewhere in an echo, some people find their meaning for a turn
Grasping on to water
When it fades and nothing's stayed
What did we trade and will we ever learn
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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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