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High on Lo-Fi
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by Joe Jack Wagner
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The Waiting Game
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Kiss Kansas Goodbye
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We Ain't Horses
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Urban People
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Hello Darling
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Katzenjammer Daze
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Out of Joint
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Missing Pen
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Revolver
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Ending Credits
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- about
- JJW's sophomore unconscious break-up album
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released 02 November 2007
CB: guitars, bass, synth, beat
DL: vocals, guitar, sax, percussions
Victo Beach, 2006-2007. - license
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- Track Name: The Waiting Game
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Wait home, enjoy yourself, not, but the games you play
And the way you’re gonna go
Not a girl you can save from the hands you don’t wave
Not a scratch on your car dream.
And don’t you have something to do, safe the games you play
Dungeon dragons gone emo
Cause the more you complain ‘bout the twist of your fate
The more we laugh because the joke’s on you.
Waiting for it all, nothing ever happens with you
Waiting for it all, no one’s ever going to call you
Waiting for it all, waiting for the dream to come true
Aiming for the heart, aiming at your heart.
Waste through the race you can’t lose
Too afraid to fall, too afraid to let it go
Just a step in the hay, just a phone call away
Just a hint of real to face.
Take that, cut the chicken some fat, are you game or fish?
Are you sure you wanna know?
Step away from broadband, get yourself a girlfriend
Now give us your credit card number.
Won’t you suffer more, won’t you suffer more, won’t you?
Watching from afar, watching from afar you feel blue
Won’t you suffer more, won’t you suffer more now, won’t you?
Aiming for the heart, aiming at your heart
Waiting for it all, nothing ever happened to you
Waiting for it all, no one’s ever going to call you
Waiting for it all, waiting for the dream to come true
Aiming for the heart, aiming at your heart
Bleeding in your lonely heart. - Track Name: Kiss Kansas Goodbye
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I doubt this is happening, when we’ve made other plans
I don’t know where Kansas is, while we’re all trapped inside.
Going back awake with nothing indoors
Can’t get self-degrading to become
Going half the length and stopping chases at your door
Going blind south the hill that you recall.
I know ‘bout transparency, I’ve seen our life through glass
I guess I’ll be fast asleep, solemnly, and dressed in black.
Going back awake with nothing indoors
Can’t get self-degrading to become
Going half the length and stopping chases at your door
Going blind south the hill that you recall.
Knowing that the lake is not a window
Can’t get the illusion to become
Knowing that the lake is running dry for all you know
Knowing that your time is running out. - Track Name: We Ain't Horses
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In sum, this is all a showdown, no reason to change the rules
Parade, how was it in Houston? Erase, and come back home.
With time the patient becomes patient, flattening coca-coal
Framed for the murder of contraction, the blood pressures the blood.
Solution – Attention – Sensation – Solution
A dusty border line with two rubber bands
A working-class lookout treason
A dead walrus – No tomorrow
A Mobile Army Surgical Hospital (M.A.S.H.)
Serving with a smile of steel amidst urban alienation
A cowardly scholar with time on his hands
A looking glass essay about Frank Lloyd Wright-like architecture.
What a funny day to beat different drums
What a funny feeling at the same time
And now, the train is on a false track, no ends to tie with truth
Museum, center of attention, flattening coca-coal.
Absolution – Abortion
Attention – Pretension
Sensation – Solution. - Track Name: Red Afghanistan
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“Make way!”
Red is gonna get, Red is gonna get, gonna get
A taste of it, Red is gonna get, Red is gonna say it, gonna stay
But chased we stand out, and Red is gonna get
Red is gonna stop, gonna stab
And eight men stumble, and Red is gonna get
Red is gonna get, gonna get it
Now, Red is gonna get to you
Red is gonna get tomorrow / Red is gonna get tomorrow
Red is gonna get it all / Red is gonna get it all
“Oh, wait!.. Stay!.. And pray… And start to cry…”
“We are over!” [“War is over”?]
Red is gonna stand, Red Afghanistan, gonna stand
But stay home and recount, and Red is gone again
Red is gone again, gone again
“I’m clean and sober.”
And Red is gone again, stand and start again, start again
“Oh please! Send me away from this anthem.”
And there we go again, starving for a friend, start to finish
Now, Red is gonna get to you
Red is gonna get tomorrow / Red is gonna get today
Red is gonna get it all / Red is gonna get to stay
Red is gonna get to you / Red is gonna get tomorrow
Red is gonna get to say / Red is gonna get to see
He’s gonna get it all the same
What about now? “What about now?” Get it?
Red is in and he’s gonna get it all.
What about now? “What about now?” Get it?
What about now? You’re gonna get it right.
What about now? “What about now?” Get it?
Red is in and he’s gonna get it all.
What about now? “What about now?” Get it?
What about now? You’re gonna get it *POP!* - Track Name: Urban People
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Baseball, touchdown!
Take a sip from a drink.
Waist down, lie down
Trust your assets to me.
Take a wave, a sip, a tongue
What you’re checking for, looks-appeal?
The sex is in the field.
But the chimps have failed, and all the whales
What you’re checking for, Mother Nature?
This chick has gone way too long.
But sure you get lonesome
And when you get lonesome
The chase it seems faster, deviant and mean.
Sail away from this ulcer, and play your cards faster
Now all that we can say is that the play’s about a sleeping sheep
Now wait, stop, take hard
Drugs, they’re safe and okay.
A matron, the jocks trade
And soft the chicken sits on me.
Hurray for change! And save the rain
But the bay you got into me, and check yourself for rape
Just to fall and ride and say “I was trapped”
But today you’re God into me
And nothing beats urban people.
Today you’re behind me
The way you’re behind me
The chicken can sign me
No, wait, that’s a bayonet.
But the chick is a Harley, and Olive’s a Tuesday
Away you got away, and awhawawhawawha...
What you got to say?
Left of the whale, you save it all
The way you’re going to play against all odds to start a family
Oh, no! The way. Desire. The way… Oh, no!
The way you’ve got to plan from the start
Which is there to follow you
Now wake up, face drop
But chase down, waist down
But awake now, hands down
But awake now, say: “Stop.” - Track Name: Crescent Street (In the Heart)
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Butchers on a fray, prairies of solid prayers
Anyway you've got to plan it, like some kind of fall
If a saint colored a cane, like Christopher the pain
But the word you ought to feel here is falling around
A prayer in the rain, bicycles out of frame
Get away, you've got to pedal around and around
But the tracing of a name in the pavement
Childhood memories to circle around
Emotionless muscles of amusement
Childhood memories to circle around
Butchers on a prayer, prairies gone unaware
In a plane you've got to circle and circle around
Anyway you're going to change, be never born again
Put the babies of the church on a bar with some salt
The slaying of a man, battalion in the rain
Going to chase a piece of metal around and around
But the tracing of a name in the pavement
Childhood memories to circle around
Emotionless muscles of amusement
Childhood memories to circle around
The tracing of a name in the pavement
The crossing of a name in the heart
The tracing of a name in the pavement
The crossing of a name in the back
In the heart, where you wanna feel it
When the pavement's all dried up
In the heart, in the heart
In the heart, where you wanna feel it
When you want to surface up
In the heart, and that's all understood
When you want to stand there
And you kind of stand there now
Cause it's all understood in the heart
That you've carved on Crescent Street
No one's going to stab it now anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore - Track Name: Hello Darling
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Hello darling, what are you trying to hide from me?
I can’t take it! Too weak to speak, two weeks to cheat…
I don’t wanna fight, talk about it with you
I have to chicken out, and sound this through.
Hello darling, dodge a bullet, fire it
I won’t take it! Falling for the same old trick.
I don’t wanna fight you, I don’t want to bleed too
I have to chicken out, and sound this through.
“Hello darling!” These words are like a triggering
I don’t want to! It’s such a dirty deed to do.
Oh, wait! I don’t wanna fight this
I have to check it out, and sound this through
“Walk away!” I won’t if you leave me
But I’ll save us from dusty hands.
“End of warranty.” Don’t wanna be a saviour
Bottom line this and waste away!
So, sorry sorry! So, sorry sorry!
So, sorry sorry! Pff!..
But in a way, may you still
Move me the same
Old way…
So, sorry sorry! So, sorry sorry! So, sorry sorry!
Yayayayayayayaya!
So, sorry sorry! So, sorry sorry! So, sorry sorry!
Yayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya!
Yayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya!
Pff!.. - Track Name: Katzenjammer Daze
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Waking up this cellophane kiss
Darling’s a fine widow
Sorry but I wanted you to know.
Walking mistake, falling off stage
Always the first one to go
Hallways filmed on video
Up in flames, in vain
Counting days, and dares
We’ll be waiting, you’ll be waiting too.
Completely abstract and floating
Numbers and rows and cigars
Rubber a-holes and guitars.
Perfectly alarmed and waking
Always the first one to go
Hallways filmed on video
Up in flames, up in flames
Counting days, and dares
We’ll be waiting
We’ll be waiting
We’ll be waiting - Track Name: Out of Joint
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Cry! I don’t want you to cry
I don’t want you to cry for me
And I want you to come
And I want you to know
And I want you to save this day
And I want you to come
Fall! I don’t want you to fall
I don’t want you to follow me
And I want you to play
And I want you to know
And I want you to make my day
And I want you to play. - Track Name: Missing Pen
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Every now and then, there’s a party in my head
A party to which I’m not even invited
“I like Ike when he’s high as a kite," the T-shirt said.
This is a new low, so typical, nothing else, no
You know my love for trees is a platonic one
You know “three” love ladies is platonic for “one.”
We had a talk with no mouth to mouth
And nobody came to the rescue
Passed out on couches everywhere
Covered with plastic and spiders
Like Heaven’s back on Earth and we’re not even there
The “I like Ike when he’s high as a kite” shirt was right.
This is a new blow, a typical after-sex glow
Where do we go from here? Our desire disappeared
The T-shirt of his hiking highness Ike was set on fire.
We had a talk with no mouth to mouth
And nobody came to the rescue
Passed out on couches everywhere
Covered with plastic and spiders
Like Heaven’s back on Earth
And we’re not even dead yet
Standby corpses in cold sweat
Waiting for something to hap*** - Track Name: Revolver
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I think you thought “I’ll fall like this.”
And saw through this: “Way better and safe, I’ll suffer all alone.”
And all I meant to say was “Don’t you fall for this insult of his.”
But everyday it brings another set and now you’re gone.
“I don’t wanna lose a thing. I don’t want a revolver.
I don’t wanna hesitate. I don’t wanna remember.”
Time takes time, girlfriends date watches, watch for witches.
Now what did you think? They’ll simulate a kick to score for gold.
And say it, can you say it? “I’m too young for this!”
And taste the smell of it.
A really good thing this safe was not as safe as it was home.
“I don’t wanna lose a thing. I don’t want a revolver
I don’t wanna hesitate. I don’t wanna remember”
And you felt like this, all suffering
You bled your knees dry, too young to die.
“I don’t wanna lose a thing. I don’t want a revolver
I don’t wanna hesitate. I don’t wanna remember”
And you fell like that, eye for an eye
Laughing your weed dry, too high to aim.
This is going to be the end.
This has got to be the end. - Track Name: Ending Credits
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All there because of fall
Winter above the lawn
But there you got it going
Now shoot the lights
It’s snowing.
What else?
You know, we’re
Dressed up all the same.
All there as I was told
Was blessed but wasn’t sold
Back then you got it going
But never turned to something.
What else?
You know, you’re
Not at all a saint
Not at all a saint.
What you think you say
Think you’re somebody
with your name down?
And then you fall from grace
For the steak it followed me
from the end zone
Growing sexes in a field
For this chick who’s not for real
I mean not blonde
But never tale a peek
In this baggy little *beep*
of a dance floor.
What do I know?
Doesn’t ring a bell.
Whatever death may come
Bloodshed in grandma’s home
And there you got it going
Got every inch and counting.
What else?
You know, we’re
Dressed up all the same.
But then as I was told
Was blessed but wasn’t gold
To shout, to cry, to holler
Short of a million dollars.
What else?
You know, you’re
Not at all a saint
Not at all a saint.
What you think you say
Think you’re somebody
with your name down?
And then you fall from grace
For the steak it followed me
from the end zone
Growing sexes in a field
For this chick who’s not for real
I mean not blonde
But never tale a peek
In this baggy little *beep*
of a dance floor.
What do I know?
Doesn’t ring a bell.
Your ways, your face too
About this phase that
I’m going through
Should I wait for it all?
For your ways and your fall?
And the way that
you’re laughing too?
About the fact that
the joke’s on you?
And the way that you fall
And the way that you fall
About this phase
no one’s going through
High on lo-fi,
and something else too
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on