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Rise
02:59
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Rise
We lost touch
We broke down
We caved in
We left town
We got scared
We got blown
We got fixed
We got alone
Isn’t this the existence you’ve always dreamed about?
No compromise, it’s time to rise
We gave up
We burned out
We told lies
We ran about
We got robbed
We got railed
We got revenge
We got jailed
Isn’t this the existence you’ve always dreamed about?
No compromise, it’s time to rise
We gotta rise
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Off The Track
03:20
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Off The Track
I need a friend, I need a love, I need a fix
I need a dog too old to learn any tricks
I need a home, but them’s the bones you gotta pay
Until the train goes off the track I’m gonna roll away
I’m tallied up, I’m beaten down, I’m indisposed
I looked around, that’s what I found, that’s what I know
I had a job, but now I rob and it’s O.K.
Until the train goes off the track I’m gonna roll away
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Bohemia
04:41
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Bohemia
I put a token in the bloodstream, I'm gonna float until dawn
Well it might not be a smooth ride, but it's the ride that I'm on
I run addiction in the rearview, it's always winking at me
I'd give anything to hear you, but that's the way that it be
Well now they took me to the psyche ward, said diagnose this little cunt
I've got a temporary permit to be insane as I want
So I loaded up on Thorazine and I found some new friends
We're all paddling to Bohemia where the fun never ends
So I crawled into bed, hit my head against the crack in the wall
Then something in me said it was then I was dead to it all
I've got a catwalk clubber, she's a real motherfucker to pack
But if we're going to Bohemia, we ain't coming back
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Goin' Crazy
03:52
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Goin’ Crazy
Everything is beautiful, everyone is free
Trapped in my kaleidoscope for all eternity
If you want to come, if you want to go with me
I’ll be your paranoia, you can be my memory
I think I’m goin’ crazy, but no one has to pay
...attention to the crying for tomorrow yesterday
‘Cause if you stopped to listen to those things that people say
Nothing ever’d please them anyway
I listen for that voice, that voice I’ve heard before
That voice I’ve heard a million times disguised as something more
And when it whispers in my ear some things you must ignore
I sweep it underneath the rug and I walk out the door
I think I’m goin’ crazy, but no one has to pay
...attention to the crying for tomorrow yesterday
‘Cause if you stopped to listen to those things that people say
Nothing ever’d please them anyway
Everything gonna be O.K.
I don’t want no money, I don’t want no sympathy
I don’t want no headshrink to put no spell on me
They said that I was fine before they said I’d never be
Now I always wonder if they see what I can see
I think I’m goin’ crazy, but no one has to pay
...attention to the crying for tomorrow yesterday‘
Cause if you stopped to listen to those things that people say
Nothing ever’d please them anyway
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Death Valley Surf Safari
02:28
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Death Valley Surf Safari
I tiptoe around the desolate fakes
I piss Old Crow with the blind shakes
Police man looking for Ty Jakes
My mama says goodness sakes
I’ve got an alligator claw on a voodoo stick, I use it to scratch my itch
You don’t wanna fuck with me little boy I’m an angry son of a bitch
Got a shovel made out of legbone
Sixteen clicks on a headstone
My black cat kitties are two-tone
I can’t keep ‘em off the telephone
I’m goin’ safari, gonna ride my mule into the desert sun
Got my board waxed up and a .22 clip asleep inside of my gun
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In The Cathedral
04:06
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In The Cathedral
Sunday, the snow is falling
They did what they could
I hear a voice he’s calling
Just like I knew he would
Cerulean twilight greets me
It’s warm where I lay
My mind has gone completely
A long, lonely way
I’ll never learn to fake it
I can’t pretend to feel
There’s nothing here that’s sacred
…nothing here that’s real
Exiled in lost Decembers
We wait to take our turn
They choose to douse the ember
I choose to watch it burn
When they paint the sun, will it be in neon?
I’m feeling good, I feel alright
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Sunshine
03:09
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Sunshine
Sun shine down on me
Leave me where I lay
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114th Street Devil Woman
03:58
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114th Street Devil Woman
She got fluorescent skin
Gold fingertips
Blood in her eyes
Blood on her lips
She was a lady
A smooth pleasure machine
The devil is a woman
She picked me up on 114
She got snakes in her hair
Rings on her toes
Love on her mind
Love in her bones
She gets acquainted
She gets a bit obscene
The devil is a woman
She picked me up on 114
She coaxed me into her lair with a tonic and gin
She was looking mighty good for the shape she was in
Rocking hoarse calypso under blanket of night
Puffing cigarillos, begging me for a fight
She got a flaming Bible on her hope chest
A card catalog with all the people she blessed
Oh, she’s made of velveteen
The devil is a woman, she picked me up on 114
She got a stone for a heart
A void for a soul
She live in the bottom of a bottomless hole
She pounds aggression with an old ball-peen
The devil is a woman
She picked me up on 114
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Pretty Up Our Love
03:22
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Pretty Up Our Love
Too much is not enough
No one cared to call the bluff
No one cared to call it rough
But now you’re not so tough
I don’t need you to say it’s good
You don’t need me to wish you would
You don’t need me to think you should pretty up our love
Ring, ring on the phone
You got all afternoon alone
You got all ache inside your bones
Looking to kill that bug
Hold me down and levitate
But don’t come now, you’ll make me late
Don’t come now to validate and pretty up our love
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Ballad In Plain F
03:32
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Ballad In Plain F
Feel the nasty sunlight
Scrape the ceiling every night
Collar length, he’s got the groove
Alcoholic housewife on the move
You can’t stop my ugly thoughts
And when I’m alone I think a lot
Who’s to know if I get lost?
Frightening death, its fun to plot
Lover’s lane I drove on by
I missed the fucking turn I realized
Had to shrug, I didn’t mind
I am not a socialite
Cuddly couple in my dream
Quarterback and homecoming queen
Hi y’all, how do you do?
Fuck you
And fuck you too
I’m saving planets, starting wars
Picking up garbage on casino floors
When I rock a mic they moan for more ...then I’m out the door
Peel and win underneath the table
I’ll fuck up Cain, make you Abel
I don’t want money, I don’t need a label
Keep your 40 horses inside the stable
Eating Emo-Corn Doritos
Sucking like a tick dressed incognito
Pumping in the suburbs from your Bentley pre-owned
Make me upchuck Chef Boy-R-Dee
No bitch is taking half, take the polygraph
Jokes are pretty funny when you pay the crowd to laugh
Stroke ‘em till your balls turn baby blue
Fuck you
And fuck you too
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I Can't Take Anymore
07:00
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I Can’t Take Anymore
I got old, tired and cold, dancing with a chimney sweep
Waiting outside for his Ukraine bride, I was counting pharmaceutical sheep
The devil’s gonna come with a pen for a thumb
A saw-toothed grin and a bottle of rum
Saying sign on the line behind the door
There’s a drive-thru shrine, I can’t take anymore
Standing underneath an auburn wreath with oil leaking out of my head
I’ve got a gun in my pocket, I’m ready to cock it and paint your canopies red
Everybody relapsed when the tents collapsed
The opiates an angel when she’s time elapsed
Bleeding to the core with four on the floor
I’d really like to stay, but I can’t take anymore
There’s a grandfather clock just up the block paying for some merchandise
He forgot about the tax on a bucket of wax and a case of magic beans and rice
All the demigods applaud for the lightning rod
That burnt him to the ground traveling abroad
I don’t need to read your rules of war
Sell me some peace, ‘cause I can’t take anymore
The headline said everybody’s dead in a candlelight killing spree
The queen took pawn just before the dawn, all the bums got a show for free
There’s a penny in the hat, whatcha think about that?
When they find my mind, let me know where it’s at
I’m late for my date with the valley whore
She’d do it all night, but I can’t take anymore
The blue’s so blue when the day is through and nothing lasts for awhile
I take off my coat on a cinnamon boat, I’m sailing down a vinaigrette isle
The people don’t care if I go anywhere
I can be over here, I can be over there
I know it’s just a dream, ‘cause I’ve seen it before
I’d see it again, but I can’t take anymore
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Tyler Jakes
Tyler Jakes is an independent singer-songwriter/producer with an eclectic variety of influences ranging from garage rock to folk to punk to blues. His music has appeared on TV shows such as Deadliest Catch and Survivor, and his songs have charted multiple times in the Top 20 on U.S. terrestrial radio stations. Pulse magazine says, "Jakes is intent on laying down some truly dirty rock and roll." ... more
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