Tattoothless (Written by Jacob Barber) |
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Jacob Barber: |
Production, Lyrics, Composition, Vocals, Rhythm Guitar, Bass Guitar 1, Lead Guitar 1, Drum Composition |
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Ben Watts |
Mixing, Mastering, Bass Guitar 2, Lead Guitar 2, Outro Guitar Solo |
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*Recorded at Jacob’s Garage |
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Lyrics- |
She’s ruthless, tattoothless, |
My five pointed princess queen of venous, |
She brings the stiffness to my… |
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She’s my ocean, a jelly fish potion, |
Her poison beauty makes me sick, |
She brings the stiffness to my… |
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Exotic creature, I love every feature, |
Lady lightning rolls my rock, |
And brings the stiffness to my… |
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Jade (Written by Jacob Barber) |
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Jacob Barber: |
Production, Lyrics, Composition, Vocals, Rhythm Guitars, Drum Composition |
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Rudy Parris: |
Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar 2 |
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Ben Watts: |
Mixing and Mastering |
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Ben Petch: |
Drums |
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*Recorded at Jacob’s Garage, drums recorded at North Studios in Loxton, South Australia. |
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Lyrics- |
Her Jade is faded |
She's kind of clever |
I think we're in for stormy weather |
Buckle the hatch down and take shelter |
She is going to find you shady fellas |
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Her new stilettos they rip the pavement |
Jagged nails they're taking payment |
She's all around you |
You get the feeling |
Dropping in fast from the ceiling |
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You hear her war cry, I hear her war cry |
It goes like this now….. whoa whoa |
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Slick kicks his nickel-fix he was the one who brought the racket |
Crosshairs of hate he smashed her face she wasn't going to have it |
Keychained and his thumb instead of the foot of a rabbit and took his skin and |
sewed it up and made a badass jacket. |
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Broken down baby doll girl looking for some healing |
Walked all over her tall now you're kneeling |
She ruf-ed the drinks now you're leaning |
A mayhem martini for the more than kisses you've been stealing |
This is for the ladies is what she screaming |
Up in your club son she changed the meaning |
Don't need no water burn the ceiling |
Her peoples reaper vendetta healing |
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You hear her war cry, I hear her war cry |
It goes like this now….. whoa whoa |
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Slick kicks his nickel-fix he was the one who brought the racket |
Crosshairs of hate he smashed her face she wasn't going to have it |
Keychained and his thumb instead of the foot of a rabbit and took his skin and sewed |
it up and made a badass jacket. |
2, 3, 4 chic…chicah, chicah |
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Pole Angel (Written by Jacob Barber) |
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Jacob Barber: |
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Production, Lyrics, Composition, Vocals, Rhythm Guitars, Lead Guitar, Bass Guitar, Drum Composition |
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Ben Watts: |
Mixing and Mastering |
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*Recorded at Jacob’s Garage |
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Lyrics- |
She smells of aristocrats |
A gold digger with a boney ass |
She rides high when she's ridding laps |
She got the job based on a photograph |
She's going to greet you with a wink and a smile |
For all your money you can stay for a while |
Looks like an angel wrapped around that pole |
A little devil wrapped around my soul |
Oh my soul… |
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She smells of aristocrats |
Makes more money than a diplomat |
She bought a house at the top of the hill |
And trim the hedges in the shape of a dollar bill |
Oh my soul… |
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And all the good girls talk trash |
Yelling high dollar low class bottom feeder, bottom feeder |
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She moves her body and throws her hair |
And leaves me wanting |
She climbs high then bombs away |
And gives no warning |
Her body talks while her eyes just stare |
And leaves me wanting |
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She smells of aristocrats |
Spends her money like white trash |
A Lamborghini with a filthy dash |
A bumper sticker that will make you crash |
Says save a horse ride a mustache |
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Somewhere (Written by Jacob Barber & Rudy Parris) |
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Jacob Barber: |
Production, Lyrics, Composition, Mixing, Vocals, Acoustic Guitar 1 |
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Rudy Parris: |
Acoustic Guitar 2 |
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Ben Watts: |
Mastering |
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*Recorded at Jacob’s Garage |
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Lyrics- |
There seems to be a place where I can go |
There seems to be a place where I can go |
There seems to be a place where I can leave you all alone |
Where time is mine and it’s the only thing I own |
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There seems to be a place where I can go |
There seems to be a place where I can go |
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There seems to be a place where the light shines just once a day down through a jagged hole |
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And they say in time that I’ll find that the light won't shine anymore… go, go, go |
And they say in time that the light won't shine anymore |
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Empty Circle (Written by Jacob Barber) |
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Jacob Barber: |
Production, Lyrics, Composition, Vocals, Guitars, Bass Guitar, Drum Composition |
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Ben Watts: |
Mixing and Mastering |
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*Recorded at Jacob’s Garage |
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Lyrics-
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Paint on the wall of a sore on the face of a gypsy
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Dust on the floor in the shape of a world that’s a mystery
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No hope for a soul crawling low with the bones of a creature
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You scream at the sky but the echo replies did you whisper
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A sun rises blacker than night everything is shaded
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You flip a wish but the well spits it back cuz you’re hated
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Lost in a haze empty gaze lost souls are in wonder
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A place so dark traps light red-shift couldn’t date it
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Fall of the pace of this place you’re exposed and twisted
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Cover your tracks, your lies, your eyes double fisted
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Oooooo
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Don’t think too hard it won’t take us long and…
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Don’t trust the feeling if you’re feeling it’s wrong and…
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You may see me, but you will find me, a world away.
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Flip!
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There’s no key to the lock and you can’t pick it
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Sugar the nail but you won’t lick it
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Leave me a pill and be my hommie
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Sucker be gone, a be gone, a move on.
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Rip the roof right off this place
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Twist my nip and punch my face
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Run like hell and jog in place
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No-one wins in the end when you’re stuck in a maze
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There’s no key to the lock and you can’t pick it
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Sugar the nail but you won’t lick it
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Leave me a pill and be my hommie
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Sucker be gone, a be gone, a move on.
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Roll your eyes back in your head
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If yours won’t go use mine instead
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Bite your tongue make sure it bled
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Sucker be gone, a be gone, a move on!
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I must have been drinking for too long
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Cuz I think they found a fifth in my lung
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When I popped the top and saw that it was gone
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And the notion this potion was going to find my way home
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Yeah,
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Flip!
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They might know my name, but they don’t know my face
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Left to roam in a maze it’s an empty circle
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Yeah, Flip!
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Stoneyard (Written by Jacob Barber) |
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Jacob Barber: |
Production, Lyrics, Composition, Vocals, Drum Composition |
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Rudy Parris: |
Bass Guitar |
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Ben Watts: |
Mixing, Mastering, & Guitar 2 |
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*Recorded at Jacob’s Garage |
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Lyrics- |
I was raised in a stoneyard down by the quarry |
Just another poor kid with a boring story |
When I came of age they let me work there |
For minimum wage and minimum glory |
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With calloused hands I broke them rocks man |
And ruined my only jeans and one good shirt man |
Used dirty words and dirty tobacco |
Not a good path for a young man though |
And I work there until I was 19….. and now my back hurts |
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I say this job here man is no good for my health |
I'll put my rock breaking hands on the shelf |
I’ll work alone, I’ll work alone all by myself |
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I went to school and I learned the rules yeah |
You go everyday and use your brain as a tool now |
I put up with class and I put up with fools yeah |
And I put up with a big kid who said I wasn't cool now |
He mocked my shirt and dirty jeans |
I had no choice I used my hands as my voice |
And took my rock breaking hands and stone jaw-jacked this young man, man |
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I say this school here man is no good for my health |
I'll put my book cracking hands on the shelf |
I’ll learn alone, I’ll learn alone all by myself |
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Well at least I learned something |
I done learned myself good now …….someone get me a new shirt already |
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Rainwalk (Written by Jacob Barber) |
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Jacob Barber: |
Production, Lyrics, Composition, Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Rhythm Guitar 1, Lead Guitar 1, Drum Composition |
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Rudy Parris: |
Bass Guitar |
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Ben Watts: |
Mixing, Mastering, Rhythm Guitar 2, Lead Guitar 2, Outro Guitar Solo |
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Ben Petch: |
Drums |
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*Recorded at Jacob’s Garage, drums recorded at North Studios in Loxton, South Australia. |
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Lyrics- |
Oh it was your silence |
Made me think you didn't care |
Now it's me who speechless |
And I know your words weren't there |
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They said it would be easy |
Just trust and take my hand |
Oceans crash into me |
Walking where it meets the sand |
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Should I cry in, speak out, |
Was it from the heart or foot in mouth….I don't know |
I've been mind full, tongue-tied |
Would it make a difference if I tried…. I don't know |
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Did I pick a bad time to walk out in the rain |
There’s company in the madness |
Every drop knows my name |
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Would you let me back inside |
All wet and ragged without my pride….. I don't know |
I've been humbled by the rain |
Would I be alright or go insane…. I don't know |
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Am I gonna change, |
Am I gonna go, |
Am I gonna leave and let you grow…. I don't know |
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Am I gonna change, |
Am I gonna go, |
Am I gonna leave and let you grow…. I don't know |
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But I'm a good man, I'm a good man |
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Show Me Love (Written by Robin S. - Cover by Jacob Barber) |
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Jacob Barber: |
Production, Composition, Vocals, Guitars, Drum Composition |
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Ben Watts: |
Mixing, Mastering, Bass Guitar |
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*Recorded at Jacob’s Garage |
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Warpigs (Written by Black Sabbath - Cover by Jacob Barber) |
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Jacob Barber: |
Co-production, Vocals |
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Ben Watts: |
Co-production, Mixing, Mastering, All Guitars and Bass Guitar |
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Ben Petch: |
Drums |
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*Recorded at North Studios in Loxton, South Australia. |