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When It's All Over​.​.​.

by Crooked Jacks

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This is our first full length. Any money you throw our way will be used to print physical copies and order more merch!

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released 03 March 2013
All songs written and performed by Crooked Jacks
Recorded at Pavillon Noir in Montreal, Canada
Produced, mixed and recorded by Scott Golyardi
Mastered by Ryan Morey Mastering
(info@ryanmoreymastering.com)
Art by Allen Byrns


Thanks to everyone who read this section to see if their names were here. A very special thanks to everyone who should actually be listed here but now realizes that we decided to make a shitty joke instead.
Yeah, I mean you, you're awesome.

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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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Track Name: Sucked You In
If you ever came knocking at my door,
I'd probably let you in.
We'd have a battle of wills and ideologies,
That I guarantee you won't win.
I won't pretend to fully understand,
The decisions you're making.
One thing I know to be true,
It's better to be real than to be faking.

Noooooo!
They’ve sucked you in again
Oh nooo-o-o-o-o-o
They've sucked you in again

Be all that you can be,
As long as it's not yourself.
When who you are is tattooed all over your arm,
You should know it all too well.
Instead of skeletons,
You've now got bottles in your closet.
Forget the right to free drinking,
By the looks of what you've done you've fucking lost it.

Noooooo!
They’ve sucked you in again
Oh nooo-o-o-o-o-o
They've sucked you in again

I’ll admit, I’m a contradiction
I don’t expect you to understand
Everything about my religion
I’m just doing the best I can
To live by what I know is right
I’m just trying to follow what I believe
I can’t say I’m winning the fight
I guess we’ll just wait and see

Noooooo!
They’ve sucked you in again
Oh nooo-o-o-o-o-o
They've sucked you in again
Track Name: Need It
Had my fill and quit the band today
Didn't want to leave
But I just couldn't say
Things took a bad turn
End in a bad way
Grabbed my guitar and left the key

Heard you quit the band today
Didn't know what to think, didn't know what to say
But i knew it'd be OK
The world seems to work out in such a mysterious way

If you leave today
Tomorrow you know that you’ll need it
If you leave today
Tomorrow you’ll only regret it

Had my fill and wrote a song today
Called up Matt said “Hey man you wanna play?”
Beers and tunes in a dirty band room
Right back where I started despite me

Yeah, we played some tunes today
Just like I said it would, it felt just like yesterday
I always knew it'd be OK
The world seems to work out in such a mysterious way

If you leave today
Tomorrow you know that you’ll need it
If you leave today
Tomorrow you’ll only regret it
Track Name: .45 Caliber
With a .45 caliber sticking in your face
.45 caliber sticking in your face
What you gonna do?
What you gonna say?
With a .45 caliber sticking in your face

Came in to this town,
Tried to burn me down,
What made you think that I could be pushed around?
What was going through your head?
.45 caliber, you're better off dead

.45 caliber sticking in your face
It's a .45 caliber sticking in your face
What you gonna do?
What you gonna say?
With a .45 caliber sticking in your face

Iron clad fist,
And a long black list,
That’s how I keep control of a town like this
And my trusty 45 its hanging by my side,
I’ll use it on you if you don’t stay in line

.45 caliber sticking in your face
It's a .45 caliber sticking in your face
What you gonna do?
What you gonna say?
With a .45 caliber sticking in your face

This is how I live,
This is how I kill,
Wonder if I’ll ever really get my fill?
Killed a lot of men to make me who I am.
It's all the same in the end

.45 caliber sticking in your face
It's a .45 caliber sticking in your face
What you gonna do?
What you gonna say?
With a .45 caliber sticking in your face
Track Name: Anti-Social Networking
Just like those guys who hang out daily down on main street
Your computer is the equivalent of their street corner stoop
Social networking's not social at all
It's a waste of time and a waste of life but I guess that's how you like it
Daily routine goes out the window with MSN on
You sit and talk to them 6 to 8 hours a day
Call it jealousy, call it what you will
I call it disgusting and I call it how I see it

Someday I'll forget it
Someday I'll learn to live with it
Someday I'll forget it, might even learn to like it

As for today I'll be huddled down on main street
Nursing a bottle, nursing a pain in my chest
My idea of the perfect way to cope
Sit back relax, watch time pass, wait for things to happen
Try to think of a better situation, try to think of a better way to live
I've been working on dying for far too long
Wasted nights and stupid fights, that's what I get for breathing

Someday I'll forget it
Someday I'll learn to live with it
Someday I'll forget it, might even learn to like it
I MIGHT LIKE IT!

Someday I'll forget it
Someday I'll learn to live with it
Someday I'll forget it, might even learn to like it
(x2)
Track Name: These Pages
Watching the days waste away
Watching opportunities pass me by
My friends move on so blissfully
While I’m sitting here I’m left behind
Watching all you happy people
Living your happy lives
You make it look so simple
Just makes me wonder why

I can’t seem to make the changes
That I wanna make
And I've been struggling through these pages
There’s only so much that I can take

Another drink, another song
Another love story gone all wrong.
Another night I’ll sleep alone.
Another heartbreak to call my home
Again tonight I will drink myself the sleep
For a few hours at least I’ll have some peace
Till I wake again
And start to wonder why

I can’t seem to make the changes
That I wanna make
And I've been struggling through these pages
What will it take
For me to make the changes
That I wanna make
And I've been struggling through these pages
There’s only so much that I can take
I can take

There's only so much that I can take
Only so much that I can take!

I can’t seem to make the changes
That I wanna make
And I've been struggling through these pages
What will it take
For me to make the changes
That I wanna make
And I've been struggling through these pages
There’s only so much that I can take
I can take
Track Name: You Should Know
For all intents and purposes it's over
For all intents and purposes, you should know
For all intents and purposes it's over
You should know
You should know
You should know

Just got home from work, you're calling me a jerk
Try to drown you out with booze but I know it won't work
We'll argue some more. you'll walk out the door
Hope I never see you again

For all intents and purposes it's over
For all intents and purposes, you should know
For all intents and purposes it's over
You should know
You should know
You should know

Stumbling downtown today
Was kinda drunk I’d have to say
Tomorrow I’ll remember your gone
Then I may regret some of those bad things I said.
I still won’t regret that you're gone
(You fucking cunt)

For all intents and purposes it's over
For all intents and purposes, you should know
For all intents and purposes it's over
You should know
You should know
You should know

It's all said and done, we've had some fun
We'll go our own ways, no one knows who won
I'll speak for myself and nobody else
You'll get your chance when you play in a band

For all intents and purposes it's over
For all intents and purposes, you should know
For all intents and purposes it's over
You should know
You should know
You should know
(x3)
Track Name: Swept Away!
The winds of change, as Scorpions would say, have blown us
Far away from where we were yesterday and shown us
That there are no constants in this arbitrary life
A roller coaster rolling as day turns into night
So take a hit and take a sip and snort your problems away

The only significance is that you give it
Millions are suffering, who fucking did it?
It happens by itself, it's cruel but there's no doubt
Before we all know it we'll soon be swept away
AWAY!

27 trips around the sun
27 more and I'll probably be done
And 27 more from there, who'll remember or even care?
Like the multitudes before me, I'll be reduced to "He was here."
Unless I commit atrocities, or change the world in some way

The only significance is that you give it
Millions are suffering, who fucking did it?
It happens by itself, it's cruel but there's no doubt
Before we all know it we'll soon be swept away
AWAY!
Track Name: My Side of The Tracks
We hit the streets, like dogs off their leash
Heading out to go slobber down town
All that's left of me, is my humility
And the remnants of my bank account

When it's all over, I'll stumble to my side of the tracks
Where its just me for me, and nothing comes free
And this monkeys been living on my back

A 5 day week, goes by like a year
Seems like such a waste of a life
Working to survive, waiting for Friday night
To go drown the pain and the strife

When it's all over, I'll stumble to my side of the tracks
Where its just me for me, and nothing comes free
And this monkeys been living on my back

Where will I be, If i hit 60?
Probably be slobbering down town
All that will be left of me will be my humility
And the remnants of my bank account

When it's all over, I'll stumble to my side of the tracks
Where its just me for me, and nothing comes free
And this monkeys still living on my back
Track Name: Whiskey and Cocaine
Day after day
I’ll waste them away
Won’t answer my phone
Won’t you please go away
This bar is my home
And I’ll sit here alone
Don’t call me, Don’t call me,
Don’t call me, Don’t call me,

Through the booze, tears and sweat
You're still in my head
Whiskey and Cocaine, it’s all I got left
And you say I survived
We both know that’s a lie
The summer you left me is the summer I died
I died

I crossed the line
And those lines have crossed me
I'm numb and I wasted
My visions blurry
I’m laughing at life
And she’s laughing back
It’s had to walk strait
With Dave’s knife in my back

Through the booze, tears and sweat
You're still in my head
Whiskey and Cocaine, it’s all I got left
And you say I survived
We both know that’s a lie
The summer you left me is the summer I died
I died

Cut it up!
Get me another round
Need some cocaine
Pick me up from the ground
Lately love I’ve been feeling so low
All I need is just a little blow

Through the booze, tears and sweat
You're still in my head
Whiskey and Cocaine
It’s all I got left,
It’s all I got left,
It’s all I got left
And you say I survived
We both know that’s a lie
The summer you left me
The summer I died
I died

The summer I died
Just one more line
The summer I died
Track Name: Sporadic Insobriety (Best Joke of the Roast)
I'm miserable and bitter. The best joke of the roast

You love me.
I love sporadic insobriety, and you.
I guess I've always been too casual about it
You're prim and proper, you're the toast of the town
I'm smelling like a brewery, staggering around
You set yourself goals and you work to achieve them
I set myself up on expectations drawn from better men

Now you hate me.
Say I’m unstable anti-social and need therapy
And who am I to say that you're not right about it?
Now you're telling me you're miserable just living for your son.
I'm living for feelings the same way that I've always done
Content with discontentment.
Happy to know that I'm not one of the numb who

Believe in structure, believe in a god
That everything is right, there is no wrong.
My life is chaos.
I ain't afraid of no ghost
I'm miserable and bitter.
The best joke of the roast.

As told by Greg Giraldo