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Fireplug
04:13
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Innuendo gives me chills for all my days
Sophomoric devil woman knows my ways
Effervescent, hung my boots up on a nail
Ephemeral through the skies tied to a sail
Participle disciple-ing my lonesome years
Blind and hollow, corrupting the purest tears
Seraphimic waves that crash upon the rocks
Intersession, pack my soul up in a box
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2. |
Forever Or A Day
02:28
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Where there used to be a laugh, a silence lingers
The car we used to cruise is far away
Once again we feel time's icy fingers
Years from months from weeks from a few short days
Those lifelong friends how quick they end as soon as we go different routes
A dead romance, no second chance
All that was gained is on the outs, that's what it is all about
Where there used to be a kiss, a cigarette rests
The hair where hands flowed through covered with bleach
Relationship we built, another fine mess
Once so close forever now out of reach
Those lifelong friends how quick they end as soon as we go different routes
A dead romance, no second chance
All that we gained is on the outs, that's what it is all about
Responsibility, a thing of the past
Commitment, a mark of a time long gone
Impossible these days for something to last
Past the time from when it was first begun
Those lifelong friends how quick they end as soon as we go different routes
A dead romance, no second chance
All that was gained is on the outs
Those lifelong friends how quick they end as soon as we go different routes
A dead romance, no second chance
All that was gained is on the outs, that's what it is all about
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3. |
Coquette Cocotte
03:03
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I don’t claim to have an understanding
And from the view I’ve got, it seems it’s gonna stay that way
Unknowingly I’ve bargained down my dignity
Coyly Babylon, she slipped away
Mystery, the city of the ancients
Screaming out the wretched siren wail that she now bears
And I, with my role discarded in the wasteland
Coyly Babylon, she hardly cares
Master of her realm, she marches carelessly
This perverse Samaritan that she passes as her guise
And shimmering slightly in the mists of all the storm lands
Coyly Babylon, she spins her lies
My eyes, they see nothing my voice, it speaks less
My ears hearing nothing but the world while it turns
And she, pathetic more so than the one she’s now forsaken
Coyly Babylon, she never learns
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Glorious
03:16
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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 profanity
Even today when a phrase can't be without insanity
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?
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5. |
Red Amerika
01:50
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Well I once heard that this country was free
But is it really free for you and me
Or is it for those fuckin pile-a-shitheads
From the White House to the courthouse right in our own backyard
Rape me and take my money and tax everything in sight
Go ahead and throw me in jail when I'm partyin Saturday night
How did we get from the colonies to this?
From democracy we're filthy fuckin Communists
Decisions made by spoiled bourgeoisie
If we're not in a high tax bracket then who the fuck are we?
Rape me and take my money and tax everything in sight
Go ahead and throw me in jail when I'm partyin Saturday night
(written by Shane Padilla and Jak Locke)
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6. |
Raining Song
04:31
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You got my name but I ain't got yours
Is there a purpose to walking out of my door
I'm stuck on top the levee with my clothes and all my things
If you want to help me just help me sing
We're singin like this
La la la la la la la la la la la la lalala
I'm singin la la la la la lala la la la la la lala
If I could I'd be a mattress and lay horizontal all day
Got nothin to do or think or be or feel or say, whoa yeah
I just wanna have some time to myself if that's all right
So if you want me I'll be here all morning, afternoon and night, right here and singin
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Yeah I'm singin la la la la la lala la la la la la lala
I talk to folks up and down the sidewalk, they don't ever listen what I got to say
The same for you and all the state legislature, y'all don't listen anyway
You never know until it's past too late which way the world is gonna bend
Singin hymns of days long past to the wall and the ocean my friend
I'm happy singin
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Get up I'm singin la la la la la lala la la la la la lala
Even in my own daydreams I never get so very far
I had one the other day I got run over by a rich man's car
All the EMTs came to get me but I didn't have no insurance
I tried to get up and find the first doctor I could but I did not have any endurance
So then I grabbed my wallet and tossed out some change and a card that had my name
I said "You can be ensured that this is what they call me"
They said "That's not what everybody claim"
Then I looked him in the eye as my final breath escaped through the hole in my chest
With final words screamin "He who dies richest dies best"
And I was sittin singin
Singin singin singin singin singin a-singin singin sing it with me
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Put up I'm singin la la la la la lala la la la la la la la
Yeah come on I'm singin la la la la la la la la la la la la
I'm forever singin la la la la la la
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7. |
Asylum
03:59
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Things left alone will rot that way, eventually be forgotten
When left alone we rot that way and wish it could be forgotten
Whoever said love is just a game evidently never played it
Her memory lives forevermore, for nothing will it be traded
So here I sit in bonds of sorrow, it really never should have ended this way
Isolated, there's no tomorrow, in this dark I can't tell night from day
My asylum, my asylum
Images surface in my eyes of times that are gone forever
Her soft arms folded 'cross my chest, the days when we were together
How I would look into her bright blue eyes and lose myself inside them
But now she's gone and I sit alone in my inner asylum
So here I sit, the key's been thrown away, forever locked inside this living death
So far away yet still so close to me and she'll be here until my final breath
My asylum, my asylum, my asylum, my asylum
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8. |
Routine Cocktail
02:14
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I am employed under the daughter of a sailor
I make enough in one year to pay for a trailer
There's junk outside the yard and I really should clean it
There's things that I could talk about, you don't wanna hear it, hello, hello
There's children born in garbage pails inside my backyard
I get things, I like to drink milk when it starts to get hard
Beef jerky, mayonnaise, that's my diet
Give me any kind of food, I'll try to fry it
I'm broke, unemployed, got no way to get around
Every time that I talk I make a whining sound
Now I'm employed under the daughter of a sailor
I make enough in one year to wanna hang myself in the trailer
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9. |
Fallen From Grace
04:55
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Why you cannot see you're just like me
Under the waves darkness engraved
You, you were the one, defiant one
Filling a hole, your empty soul
You, you've strayed off your way
You, dark soul, a black ray
No, can't remember how
Now to whom shall you bow
You under the guise of brightness dies
Straight down beneath, death is so free
Final release, holder of keys
Fall through the hole, your empty soul
You, you've strayed off your way
You, dark soul, a black ray
No, can't remember how
Now to whom shall you bow
(written by Greggor Chaisson and Jak Locke)
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10. |
One More Time
02:42
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Locked inside a never-ending task or so it seemed
By my side, the devastation wreaked on all these dreams
If I'd have known that things would ever be this way
I'd do the same knowing my mind
Another hour another noon another day
Let's play this record one more time
Killing time cuz with me there's nothing else left to kill
Ring that chime and hear it fade until you've had your fill
If I'd have known that things would ever be this way
I'd do the same knowing my mind
Another hour another noon another day
Let's play this record one more time
One more time!
If I'd have known that things would ever be this way
I'd do the same knowing my mind
Another hour another noon another day
Let's play this record one more time
Let's break this record one more time
Let's kill this record one more time
Let's smash this record one more time
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11. |
Oklahoma Plain
03:29
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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 sift 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
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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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