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Songs For Cello At Night

by Jak Locke

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released May 16, 2004

Jak Locke: all instruments / vocals

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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: Strychnine Vertigo
Fingerprints on the window screen, disheveled and unkempt
A masterpiece of solitude, to society exempt
Screaming silence constantly, sicker by the day
Just another dead limb strewn across the way
Remnants of a vision too joyous to be real
Growing cloudier beneath a thickening time seal
Nobody stops moving, appear and exit from the scene
Just me and happy shotgun leaning on the window screen
Track Name: Wasteland!
A severed death's head guards the gate where the morning killers wait
Steal a kiss and conjugate your final words
Given that a falsity comes between the destinies
Veins are collapsed in the lake, give us one more blow to take
Some yellow shade caressed the sky, putrid visions in your eye
Devils sentence you to die in juried hearings
Given that a falsity comes between the destiny
Veins are collapsed in the lake, give us one more blow to take
Track Name: Blowtorch
There's a stain on the wall, there's mold in the closet
There's raw sewage leaking, soaking into the carpet
Empty cigarette packs floating dead in a puddle
Plastic chandelier losing light by the weekend
The refrigerator's drawing flies like raw meat
Trawling in the bathtub, catching silverfish
Cleaning fluid and purses scattered all on the floor
The vacuum bag is burning, hairspray blowtorch
Track Name: Nothing Sacred
Is nothing sacred? There's nothing sacred
Is nothing sacred? Is nothing sacred?
Think I can make it if nothing's sacred
Think I can make it if nothing's sacred
Is nothing sacred? Is nothing sacred?
Think I can make it with nothing sacred
Got no worries, nothing's sacred
Got no worries, nothing's sacred
Track Name: Routine Cocktail
I am employed under the daughter of a sailor
I make enough in one week to pay for a trailer
There's junk out in the yard and I'm starting to fear it
There's problems I could talk about, you don't wanna hear it
There's children born in garbage pails out in my backyard
I get drunk, I like to drink milk when it starts to get hard
Old bread, mayonnaise, that's my diet
Give me any kind of food, I'll try to fry it
Now I'm employed under the daughter of a failure
I make enough in one year to wanna hang myself in the trailer
Track Name: Paperweight
Liquor on my carpet
No one walking the hall
Rusty nails and thumbtacks
Hanging out of the wall
There's a TV in the kitchen
Talking to the flies
Old fan blowing stale air
You can hear the room sigh
Two ton paperweight
Killing time in the sun
Last week's table scraps
Nearly halfway done
Dust on the telephone
Laundry wide as the sea
There's a lonesome paragon
Waiting on me
Track Name: Prong
Regurgitated, understated
Downing my lies gave me away
I don't see you
My own eyes unchain my mind to be the one for you
Give me what I like torn out of the night
Tear me apart, oh please
Track Name: Venom Spreads
Exhaustion for emptiness fills up my veins
Now beyond the hollow provider of rains
Of passionless surfeit once before my eyes
From here on we paint our own suns to rise