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released December 30, 2001

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Jak Locke is a multi-genre songwriter and performer based in and native to New Orleans, LA.

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Track Name: The Devils Prophesy
Mesmerine, she is so careless, she wears her crown so well
In the housing project campus untouched through her porcelain shell
Yes I knew her that way long ago, to her I bear no ill
I know of none that would die for her but I know plenty who would kill
To Mesmerine across the shore, I bid a fond goodbye
Cuz you never ask for nothing when the devils prophesy
The seat beside me vacant in plaid Napoleon’s lair
I had to fill it up with magazines and pretend that I don’t care
And Germany with her hair cut short and her youth a dawn away
Asks me for some more advice like she does every day
And I myself am raking dust in the calm before the cry
Listening to photographs as the devils prophesy
Deridder waits up on the docks blowing smoke rings in the air
Writing questions in the water and dreaming of the one he left there
Saint Peter on the barge approaching he wails a lonesome song
Not knowing in his self-ascribed position that he’s singing it all wrong
His seraphims sound trumpets and never wonder why
Unknowingly playing the score for the devils’ prophesy
J.D. Salinger in the dance hall, he wears his pain with grace
He missed his prime some years ago and had to drop out of the race
“Salud” he announces to no one taking a long pull from his drink
Puts his head down in his arms as the room begins to sink
Salinger he racks his body nightly with his rye
But even drunk you can’t escape from when the devils prophesy
Now Medea, she is weeping for time has passed in vain
As Plutarch sits on the balcony out in the rain
They share a common interest and discovered it too late
Medea wails an apology even as she evaporates
And Plutarch left behind, he hopes the memory soon will die
But hope’s a useless venue when the devils prophesy
Track Name: Final Sunset
The world soon will alter so take one last look
Before the scribes make a mark in their book
And the prophecy's open to all who partook
Of this time and its final sunset
The peace that's been known will soon be replaced
Foundations of life will soon be defaced
With the passing of time, what's constant is replaced
Why don't you welcome the final sunset
The sun, it is falling, it soon will be night
So take your last look, there won't be any sight
You ask "will there be tomorrow, and will it be all right?"
We shall see after the final sunset
Track Name: Ricky Lee
Well old Ricky Lee wandered down the dark roads by himself
He never looked back on his life, why there was nothing else
A tired old man at the ripe old age of 26
His home is the alley, his friend, the bourbon that he drinks
He's come a long long way, he's come a long long way
Yes he's come a long long way, my old pal Ricky Lee
There once was a time when his future did not look so bad
When his life wasn't based on the pocket change that he had
A gambler at best and a loser to anyone's eye
His lone occupation to save for his next shot of rye
He's come a long long way, he's come a long long way
Yes he's come a long long way, my old pal Ricky Lee
He blames it on women, he blames it on society
He blames it on government's lack of blind piety
He blames it on Jesus and blames everyone through his tears
Though he still never blamed anything on the one in the mirror
He's come a long long way, he's come a long long way
Yes he's come a long long way, my old pal Ricky Lee
The last time I saw him, I gave him a twenty to save
In spite of myself, I still feel there's more I could've gave
I hear of a drunkard who begs on Expressway and D
And I can't help but wonder if it's my old pal Ricky Lee
He's come a long long way, he's come a long long way
Yes he's come a long long way, my old pal Ricky Lee
He's come a long long way, he's come a long long way
Yes he's come a long long way, my old pal Ricky Lee
Track Name: November Is The Coldest Month
On a cold and damp November night
I tread old dirt roads to that pale moonlight
I saw a shadow in the glare of a sign
From the dusted pathways in back of my mind
From the cracked stone stairs to the light in her room
I followed my eyes by the halo of the moon
And through the blinds, though drawn as they were
Of her window I could barely catch a glimpse of her
An engine cut off and a door did slam
In the distance I caught vision of a young man
I sat by the base of an old weathered tree
Away from her window where the shadows covered me
For near an hour with my ears open wide
Listening to the laughter coming from inside
Echoing long and for many a day
I stood up afterward and I went on my way
I walk alone by the river late at night
Whistling false happiness and trying to feel all right
Pretending that nothing sits inside my mind
Pretending that there's no more peace that I should find
My thoughts and dreams still drift to that room
How it looks now, I can only assume
And how soft the bed that sits within
Yes, I dream it and I think it, but I’ll never know again
Track Name: Angelwing
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
Track Name: Hole In My Pocket
Ain’t got no more time, ain’t got nothin to do
Ain’t got no more time to waste on you
Ain’t got no mind to be paying to you
As broke as my wallet is, that’s how broke I am for you too
Ain’t got no time for you, ain’t got no time for you
Ain’t got no time for you baby, said I ain’t got no time for you
I spent my last quarter, I spent my last dime
Tryin to get away from you, gettin drunk all the time
I'll spend my last dollar, spend my last nickel too
I’ll spend all sorts of money I ain’t even got if it means I can stay away from you
St. Peter heard me callin, he said "What you got your business here for?"
I said, "Can you hide me in there?
As long as you don’t let her through your door"
Track Name: Glorious
I don't know what the world's view is, I don't wanna know
History proves itself right and wrong, it's such vertigo
All false prophets and philosophers fill up the masses with meaningless words
I can't explain and, no, I can't complain for insanity
Even today when a phrase can't be without profanity
Just looking on with millions in pain, playing your lute while your city's in flames
What's the difference and what does it mean to the two of us
No matter what we say it will go on in lieu of us
I ain't no messenger sent from above, all I can do is ask where is the love
War and peace and war once again it's forevermore
Plumes of threatening breakers of fear crash back on our shore
Trust is illusion, illusion departs, even one's friend can be Brutus at heart
Allied together we fall at the feet of catastrophe
Snowball effect, assassination turns to mobility
We win the battles again and again but do our mirrors frame pictures of men?
Track Name: Don't You Ever Learn
I finally learned my lesson
I've been wasting all my time and energy in pursuit of a thing called love
I been trapped in that realm of questions I can never understand
And I'm breaking from it now, I've had enough
But now that I don't want it anymore, love will come looking for me
I look toward all my friends and see their problems multiply
Because they got so much more than they bargained for
And next thing that I know they’re wearing tuxes
Stepping down the aisle and shoving their independence out the door
Just cuz they didn't want it anymore, love went looking for them
I'll never make the mistakes I made before
I'm tempting fate, better knock the door
It's made of wood, you know what I'm saying
My telephone is ringing so I pick it up, I say hello
It's Lauren so I guess here we go again
You see, I didn't want it anymore so love came looking for me
And I guess it found me
Track Name: Doubtlessly Monday Evening
Old man Barry walks with a cane, drinking the water straight from the drain
Asks for directions for out of his brain, drops his scarf on the Arkansas plain
Asking for the answer, looking for the key
Don’t matter any, you still just see what you want to see
Jim stopped by Mona’s where he once lived before
Grew his hair long, Mona said "I don’t know you no more"
Jim went to pieces right there at the door
Mona said "When you’re done, could you please clean your tears off my floor"
Asking for the answer, looking for the key
Don’t matter any, you still just see what you want to see
The camel to the horse asked where the water was
Said the horse to the camel "Why don't you tell me what that hump does?"
Choked the camel to the horse "Why?"
The horse said "Because,
I always wanted to see a camel choke on mud and sand and dust"
Asking for the answer, looking for the key
Don’t matter any, you still just see what you want to see
Track Name: Dark Wind
There’s a dark wind a-blowin ‘cross the Lou’siana plain
There’s a fire in the night that shot up its last flame
‘Neath the deep south sky, two people on the lane
Got nuthin’ ‘tween the two of ‘em, not even half a brain
There’s a windstorm a-comin from the far Atlantic coast
There’s a change a-comin too, makin what’s the least the most
Tossin back an forth all the secrets they could host
The look a’ horror on ‘em, you would swear they seen a ghost
There’s a lone clock a-soundin and a-mockin with its bell
There’s a candle burnin slowly in a midnight prison cell
There’s a cold an granite marker where the unknown mighty fell
There’s a dark wind a blowin straight from the depths of hell
Track Name: Dealer's Advantage
Through the bread line by and by, impotent they wail a silent cry
Unheeded by those for whom they’ll die
For them the corporate ladder’s first rung too high
In the blue collar strait jacket where they lie
Herded like pigs in some tax bracket sty
Down to the point where the ground is the sky
And they dream it and dream it but can’t even try
Neglected by all when they dare to ask why
Ridiculed and poked for each audible sigh
Oh, a siren carries one off to rest
A prayer makes one to feel more blessed
For the blood that’s running through his chest
For the false hopes of one day being the best
Tossed in the waves below poverty’s crest
And poverty welcomes them all as his guests
Drawn to the edge by society’s test
And the failures go on to join all the rest
Holding their children close to their breast
Tryin to keep off the cold in their glorified nest
Where the rats and the cockroaches constantly infest
The crumbs in the pantry and the holes in the vests
The dregs of the bread line they are
The dregs of the bread line they are
An echo of false security pounds the ears of the secretary
Who knows not of her replaceability, how quick it will come and how easily
Ignorantly being the best she can be
Though to leave it still appeals most enticingly
Yet she eats it and breathes it in mass quantity
Living for lunch breaks most impatiently
The walls and the telephone’s are all that she’ll see
In her retirement home in her shot memory
The overtime clock like a siren run free
To pay the apartment on Avenue E which she only stays in long enough for to sleep
Oh, a paycheck keeps their mouths glued shut
As they toil and sweat and push through the rut
To fill up their pockets and fill up their gut
To accept it as gospel and never ask what
Pasted and ground far down in the glut
Alive in appearance but dead in the flood of the altars of Wall Street screaming for blood
Smashed in the ground like a cigarette butt
Strives but predestined to not make the cut
Collection of corporation bolts and nuts
Yes, the dregs of the bread line they are
Yes, the dregs of the bread line they are
In the executive board room they smoke their cigars
Arriving clean shaven in new model cars
And speak in a language of figures and charts
And glorify their status from the common so far
Every day thanking their lucky stars that they’re not the dregs that work in the tar
Laughing and drinking their drinks at the bar
Oh, the pen stroke signs as a cardinal law
The layoff sheet grows as the landscape grows raw
And the managers grin with a sneer on their jaw
Making profits from tragedies nobody saw
The ship of the trodden pitches and yaws
As the ravens above them cackle and caw
The dregs of the bread line they are
The dregs of the bread line they are
Now the man on the road travels many a mile
With bags for his blankets and his bed a trash pile
Scraping for food for a day’s survival
The dogs and the rats being his only rivals
For the space ‘neath the dumpster that he’ll stay for a while
'Fore he goes walking to beg like a four year old child
And he’s known to nobody ‘cept the news report’s file
Which the governor uses for public funding's arrival
That he spends toward his reelection campaign using guile
And the man on the road who forgot how to smile
Torn up and forgotten from society’s trials
Oh, and society mocks him and says with a sneer
Don’t be like him children, don’t even go near
And he drifts through existence and to few it is clear
That the hero of the bread line he is
That the hero of the bread line he is