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Yellow Light District

by Jak Locke

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1.
Tick Tock 03:07
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Living a kaleidoscope of broken bottles of alcohol Waiting for the time to pass runnin up against another wall Feeling so good about a tired phase with the jaded faces laughing at me Manacles lined on the wall just waiting for a hint of levity Speed it up honey c'mon don't make me wait You're just getting started it's already too late The city sings an apathy tune that I don't even care to hear Lounging on the highway side with a canteen full of beer Got the devil in the back of my head and your daddy's lost his mind Who the hell'm I gonna lean on now that the death warrant's been signed Live live live live live it up girl so I can Give give give give give you up girl uh huh Break it down I'll be truckin down the line with my bag around my neck You'll be here and doin fine, livin life like a rubber check Oh yeah
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Chemical Soul 02:21
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Leave behind your troubled days and tie your cares behind Tin can ashtrays on the floor, fifth time hitting rewind There's a naked man in the corner and a film crew passing by Emasculation trees and white rocks that you taught to fly Chest pains dead brains lost gains Half the periodic table running through my veins Plastic cups tipped over, bad story of the week Statutory cradle thief, a purple ink leak Billiard solitaire solo hermit all past his prime Broken windows in the dorm ain't no one gonna confess the crime Chest pains dead brains lost gains Half the periodic table running through my veins Killin time with a can of gas, a minimalist arsonist Knives and phony guides to life, a rubber woman's kiss A cheap facade, a jaw machine, a goddess of the fake Virtual stupidity, a bone that you can't break Chest pains dead brains lost gains Half the periodic table running through my veins
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Oklahoma Plain 03:53
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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 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 ecstacy 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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Nothing But Time 04:15
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Looking out the window for a day or two with the sun above the roof Kicking back and waiting for my pager's hum with a vodka 80 proof Listen to the cars and people passing by as the fan blades go around Feel my pager buzz against my belt and hip, pick my phone up off the ground Nothing but time time time is that a crime Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine Nothing but time time time is that a crime Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine Talking to my girl until I hear a knock and I tell her "call you back" Open up the door and it's my boy Dennis in his beat up Cadillac Cruising down the street and never stopping once on our way to anywhere Waving hi to people I don't even know, they wave back if they don't care Nothing but time time time is that a crime Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine Nothing but time time time is that a crime Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine Over to the club after the sun goes down, see my friends up at the bar Buy a couple beers to wash the liquor down, shoot some pool for about an hour Get back to the house around three A.M., not worried about no strife I'm not really sure just what tomorrow will bring, man if this ain't the life, yeah Nothing but time time time is that a crime Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine Nothing but time time time is that a crime Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine Nothing but time time time is that a crime Nothing on my mind mind mind and that's just fine
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Long Way To Babylon 03:24
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It's a long way to Babylon with the crosses all along the trail It's a long way to Babylon I'll meet you there if you ever raise the bail No ties that bind me anywhere no man alive that I fear It's a long way to Babylon and for now I'm fine stayin here You can hear that long lonesome whistle as the train pulls out again tonight We can watch it as it goes in the sunset as it glows I ain't a-ridin but who knows, tomorrow I just might It's a long way to Babylon and the climate suits me fine right where I am It's a long way to Babylon so I'll be here while the town still gives a damn No timepiece I'm a slave to beyond death's old auction block It's a long way to Babylon but no rush for me to get down to the dock You can hear that long lonesome whistle as the train pulls out again tonight We can watch it as it goes in the sunset as it glows I ain't a-ridin but who knows, tomorrow I just might And when that's done you turn your voice to far off lands where rebels hoist A flag for their dictator who just stormed the streets and overthrew His country with a band of thieves who you feel deserve all reprieve Now tell me, for I’m all confused, who is it that you deem accused? It's a long way to Babylon but I can't leave at a time like this It's a long way to Babylon but the folks and wine are just too marvelous I can make it in the morning I can sleep when I'm dead Cuz it's a long way to Babylon and tonight I'd rather be here instead You can hear that long lonesome whistle as the train pulls out again tonight We can watch it as it goes in the sunset as it glows I ain't a-ridin but who knows, tomorrow I just might
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Trespassing Mirage 03:02
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The tortoise shell-like shimmer glint from Sophia's necklace shines To prisms of the eyes of God which constantly strike me blind And kissing corpses dredged up from vacations in the swamp My liege comes strolling vicariously with circumstance and pomp Sophia knows her place quite well, she wears it on her arm As wedding bells and carnivals announce her righteous charm Me, I'm rolling in the carpet from the trial yesterday And trying to forget about the debt that I must pay The fifteen dollar sacrifice is going up for sale To Louis the Fourteenth and Apostle Paul in jail You can't find truth in fiction like Sophia always says Now I'm walking to Arabia sorting through this mess The terrapin and Uncle Remus riding on his back Make light of all the cargo loads that the tired sailors stack So I perforate my clothing and my alabaster face And wait here for Sophia to show me to my place Every man has his price Only some of us know ours
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Mattress Blues 03:10
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The doors are broken and mosquitoes comin in I'm layin round got the mattress blues again Cable modem and a broken VCR Kids are boxing on a rusted out old car Ain't much to say Ain't much to do today Commercial vacuum and a Crown Victoria Eighty bucks and plastic euphoria Kickin cans in bags so bored you're keeping score Takin time like you could come back for some more Ain't much to say Ain't much to do today Stoned and drunk and wired and blowed and wide awake Tomorrow's one more free donation you can take Blowin smoke into the rising morning's face Don't know what's happening but I've already set my pace Ain't much to say Ain't much to do today Ain't much to say Ain't much to do today
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Behemoth 05:41
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Out from below, like a flood the evil shadows flow Earthquakes began as the monster walked onto dry land I can see away I could walk away I could drift away I could die today Born of the flame, in the end just it and I remain Formless and free, chasing phantoms floating randomly I can see away I could walk away I could drift away I could die today Cloaked by a shield, only to my eyes is it revealed Come just for me, come to kill me oh so silently I can see away I could walk away I could drift away I could die today Pushed down below like a flood the searing venom flows Rainbow of gray, it pursues me to my dying day I can see away I could walk away I could drift away I could die today
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I'm Feeling Generic 02:50
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Idols made of wax, pretentious to the max Crankshaft people walking down the waves Immaculate mockeries, plugged-in sonic factories Archived like there's something worth to save A carnival of cliques Who wants to be like yesterday's pick Waste of space religions rotting in the kitchen Complacent dirges best in semaphore A festival of rejects, recycled dope and cold sex Back to the dry wells to tap some more A carnival of cliques An audience of stones and bricks Amplified distortion, completely lame proportions You watch them all voraciously depart You can see it in the sewer, in the piles of manure Put a nail through crap and call it art A carnival of cliques Leave me be I'm feeling generic

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released October 15, 2003

All songs written, produced, mixed, recorded and mastered by Jak -- Sept. 2003 - Oct. 2003
jack.worlord.com
All music and lyrics Copyright © ® 2003 Jak Locke

original release: October 15, 2003
remastered release: December 31, 2010

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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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