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Split Crooked Jacks - Rusty Feather

by Crooked Jacks

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Departed I’ve been trying to ignore, what lies beyond, But it comes knocking at my door Someone much loved will soon be gone. This road can’t be long enough. Can’t we take the long way? Can’t we stop for a drink? I’m screaming in my head. Next ride will take us to the top, but I’m not feeling up. Eleventh floors not far away, Then down the hall and to the left. I see him lying there, but he’s not really here Looking at him He’s higher than I’ve ever been. That man is dying, I see it onscreen. That news reporter, she’s looking at me. While we watch it onscreen the drip of him morphine That man in dying, I watch it on screen. Phone is ringing off the hook, she stops to take a look. Mom is calling and just for a few moments she felt good. Before she has time to say hi seems its grandpa’s time to die. Say your final goodbye’s. Highway seems longer than it’s ever been. 244 kilometers to feel the pain, And the darkness outside give her no place to hide. She knows, she’ll never see him again. That man is dying, I see it onscreen. That news reporter, she’s looking at me. While we watch it onscreen the drip of him morphine That man in dying, higher than I’ve been.
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Raccoon Disguise Sunken black eyes check my raccoon disguise A sack full of potential conscience spouting true lies "It can always get worse than this" they said theres no talking sense to walking dead Goals that never made the highlight reel Races won simply by standing still A career of struggling to breath Juggling nihilism and a loosening grip on reality (Chorus) I use this break dance to camouflage my breakdowns I question the character of those that still seem to want me around Don't know how to perceive any random situation Am I a pig awaiting slaughter? Or the guy bringing home the bacon? The Wallenda family would be pretty impressed As I negotiate the tightrope between helpless and useless The crowd in awe, and at the edge of their seats Soaking in the potential for potential defeat. Sunken black eyes Check my raccoon disguise Sack full of potential My conscience spouting true lies It can always get worse is what they said There's no talking sense to walking dead It can always get worse inside your head There's no talking sense to walking dead
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Mother Nature (don't take no shit) Did you see the news today? It appears the earth is swelling Did you read the news today? Mother earth is rebelling Well, it only seemed to figure it was just a matter of time. No one ever figured it would be within our lifetime Mass production, mass consumption leads to mass destruction How long 'till we realize it's ourselves we're fucking? Did you see the news today? It appears the earth is bleeding A direct result of all this greed we're feeding well, the natural world seems to have been taken over Like parasites we feed. The earth can no longer shoulder The burden put upon it by a society like ours Ignoring whats beneath our feet while reaching for the stars and the money
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Everybody Leaves Remembering back when we were kids And all of than dumb shit we did Best buds till the end. Now we don’t speak You taught me long ago that Everybody leaves X7 If you don’t then I will My grandparents are dead now gone away My folks are alive but don’t talk to me Excommunicated but not angry I learned long ago that Everybody leaves X7 If you don’t then I will Matt’s part not sure on the words…. If you stay then I will leave I’ll be dead and you will greave Our sweetest love won’t mean a thing You’ll be on your knees when Everybody leaves X8 Everybody leaves But it’s alright Everybody leaves Maybe I’ll see you tonight Then I’ll drink with you
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Mirrors I'm trying to find an answer I'm trying to find a reason Trying to find things that I can believe in But all I find is trouble, and ways to unwind I hate everything, even when I'm having a good time So I'll just sit here staring at this wall all night Ignoring glares and conversation that might make my life bearable Insecurity cuts like a knife to my throat I've got so many thoughts I've got ideas to express It must be the drugs. I must be a mess I'm a walking punchline. I'm a human anecdote The sad clown after being introduced to dope So I'll just sit here grinding my teeth all night Nothing I could say would ever come out right Like Dangerfield I'll get no respect tonight or any other Like Rodney I'm dead All of my mirrors are broken
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released April 16, 2016

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Crooked Jacks Sherbrooke, Québec

Crooked Jacks are Canadian punk-rock warriors hailing from the musical purgatory of Sherbrooke, Quebec. From street punks to aging skaters caught up in an adult world they can’t figure out… anyone can relate to these guys.

Created in 2009 after many long nights, blistered fingers and various vices, Crooked Jacks mixes fast paced punk rock with catchy, almost country, guitar riffs.
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