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Play Anyway

by Jak Locke

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1.
Tinfoil 03:57
There’s flies in the water and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you There’s termites in the floorboard and there’s everything I never thought I’d see in you Acid rippin through me, liquid on my brains and a handheld VCR Necromalic preachers, seraphimic teachers with my head in a jar Crows callin at you, screamin that there’s something that you really oughta come and see Bones in your eyeballs, paperclips and Midol and it’s such misery Oh la la la la la... Fishers throw your poles in, you can later come again for it’s now my time to drown This time, not another, if you ain’t my brother then I guess I’ll see you around Dollars wavin with their wings, mystic concubine she sings a beautiful song Hair is all disheveled, bought my voice off of the devil and there ain’t nothing wrong Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong there ain’t nothing wrong Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain't nothing wrong Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong ain’t nothing wrong Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong nothing wrong nothing wrong wooh Nothing wrong nothing sacred nothing wrong
2.
Megalith clockwork human machine Just a bolt in the gear on the grayscale scene Post my week's existence with a piece of tape And it’s rundown and it's ragged, all out of shape Bones get tossed in every kind of way Killin my time, I got nothin more to say And it’s solid and it’s clear, fallin way too deep And these breakroom walls are puttin me to sleep, yeah Total phony fantasy, a circus of the know-nothing Self-righteous wannabes sell out for anything The bloated moon and tired sun starin each other down It's a torn up chair, it's a soaked-down bed It's a nightlight for the priest It's a hollowed all-out free-for-all gunnin everywhere for the least There's some jackass skate rat hoodlum kids killin time like drunken sloths There's an open sign lit up attractin nothin but the moths It's a suicide deuce and feeling loose and smoking mild crack It's a smile to your face and flip the bird behind your back
3.
Dive Bar 03:57
Don't give away your last regards Don't waste your words on what you could show Watched as the ceiling fell You seal your lips to seem as if you know I'm flavor of the week, she's down like grass on the city scene Nobody knows her name She make the moves like a python queen, just like a python queen Yeah, see it in their bloodshot eyes, listen to their wasted words We just want more of what we all just want more of Gunpowder's up on the levee lightin cigarettes with Hamiltons I'm pushin plastic technology takin the new world for a spin She's getting juiced out of her mind Can you believe life's a hologram? The funeral march is out of tune They can't believe this is who I am This is who I am Shake it, see it in their bloodshot eyes, listen to their wasted words We just want more of what we all just want more of Give you a taste of politics, sing your dirge to the policeman You can listen to the chosen ones, just stick your head in a garbage can Liquid blackness comin after me shinin like a diamond beacon She's standin under a lamppost Keep your lips together if she's ever speaking Tell me is she speaking See it in their bloodshot eyes listen to their wasted words They just want more of what we all just want more of
4.
Another crack on the sidewalk, another hack on the stage Another worthless second of your throwaway days Another drip in the faucet, another tip in the jar Another dead end in a fifty foot maze Another tie in the tracks, another fly on the shit Another stupid waste of space getting further away Another sucker in the stack, another fucker in denial Another different colored hair on the mattress today Another stain on the wall, another grain on the beach Another stupid game of yours I forgot how to play Another basket at the store, another casket in the breeze Another piece of shit begging for me to stay Oh yeah, oh oh, oh oh, oh yeah
5.
Strange Town 04:04
The starlight tapestry shines like gin on a plaintive and vague recall Out in a lover's mask and cape nobody can see me at all The rainfall brought some vacancy to the devil's porch where it strolls Even the railmen are gone but their graves are black and empty holes You can feel it in the rust on the cemetery gate Down in the junkyard you can tell when it's too late A strange town that I walk now and strangers are all that's left to see Everything has killed itself and now nothing is left but me But even that's a memory while I walk until I'm gone Tomorrow's just another day to keep dying and dying on Dying and dying on, dying and dying on Dying and dying on, dying Dying, dying
6.
Sister, I see you falling down another rabbit hole Another voice and another box of toys I hear you loudly echoing your latest idol How can something so empty make so much noise Our masks had even fooled me for a while We swallowed the facade of mirrors whole But sister, I thought that you said you knew me Brother Sisyphus knows it's just one more rock to roll Sister Janus only wants what she can't have Only happy when the sky is falling down The ties that bind as sweet a joy to sever Meanwhile I'm here still learning how to drown Voice of an angel, words of a muse The flame races down to the end of the fuse Sprawled on the tiles, blood in the sink Signed off to hell from the veins choking ink Corpse in the casket, broken guitar It’s better for everyone, better by far The price has been set, the debt still to pay I can't understand where we lost our way

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Jak did everything except draw the album cover which Scott did

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released May 9, 2005

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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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