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Mood Swing Era

by Jak Locke

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1.
Ana 03:07
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
2.
Ipecac 02:19
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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4.
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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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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Lemon Soda 03:25
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
9.
A Jaded Face 01:53
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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End Cycle 01:25
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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everything was written played and recorded by Jak except for the cello on "Lemon Soda" which was Suki Kuehn

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released June 9, 2010

original release: June 9, 2010
remastered release: March 13, 2019

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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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