Gonna grit my teeth and pretend
That I like it
Where’s the end
I smile while I’m shoveling shit
It’s the last ditch
“E” for effort
Where they’ll bury me all alone
Afraid that they’ll mark it unknown

I gotta be released
I’m out of my head
I gotta be released
I’m going out of my head
I want to be released

I caught a tough break
Just say fuck it
The sky is falling down anyway
I smile with an idiot grin
Here’s your chance, yeah
But it’s your last
Words are spoken, the spell is cast
The enemy kills from within

I gotta be released
I’m out of my head
I wanna be released
I’m going out of my head
I want to be released

I'm out of my head
I'm going out of my head
I'm fucking out of my head
I'm going out of my head
I gotta be released

I’m breaking down
Don’t wanna fight
I'm gonna get things right

Released (Jack Link)

I can't reset
You know I can't rewind
And I don't reflect
On my peace of mind

The situation's fine, at least I think it is

I won't rescind
The invitation's mine
I'd never reject
You'll never be declined

The situation's all fucked up, yeah I know it is
The situation's all fucked up, yeah I know it is

I'm gonna give it all away
I'm gonna give it all away to you
Away to you

I'm gonna throw it all away
I'm gonna throw it all away for you
Away for you

The situation's all fucked up, at least I think it is
The situation's fine, yeah I know it is

Situation

I won’t be your whisper
Landing calm upon your ear
I won’t be your whisper
Landing calm upon your ear
I’m not landing calm upon your ear
Just to lie about your fears

I won’t be your gunfire
Spraying cover for your crimes
I won’t be your gunfire
Spraying cover for your crimes
I’m not spraying cover for your crimes
Just gonna leave here when it’s time

With all I give away
You take so much that I can’t breathe
Oh, you know I aim to please
But it’s your bad fortune that’s got me on my knees

I won’t be your hatchet
Clearing brush to stop a fire
I won’t be your hatchet
Clearing brush to stop a fire
I'm not clearing brush to stop your fire
‘Cause nothing flames up like a briar

With all I give away
You take so much that I can’t bleed
Oh, you know I aim to please
But it’s your bad fortune that’s got me on my knees

I won’t be your whisper

Whisper

Lying in my bed at 2PM
Find it hard to listen to my family or my friends
While begging for their money
Speeding with no cause just a heartbroken man
Asking for assistance with another failing plan
I’ve got my own ghost haunting me

I’ve got a monkey on my back
(Cannot tie him up or tame him)
He never learned to act
(But found success in entertainment)
Dare I try to name him
(I got my own ghost haunting me)
Dare I try to name him
(I got my own ghost haunting me)

And I’m never breaking free
I’ve got my own ghost, he’s haunting me

Poison in my veins destroying every meaning
With every pretty girl comes that sinking feeling
I’m gonna bleed for nothing
Always looking out for old number one
Yet I can’t forget he holds the trigger to my gun
I’ve got my own ghost haunting me

I’ve got a monkey on my back
(Cannot tie him up or tame him)
He never learned to act
(But found success in entertainment)
Dare I try to name him
(I got my own ghost haunting me)
Dare I try to name him
(I got my own ghost haunting me)

And I’m never breaking free,
I’ve got my own ghost haunting me

My Own Ghost Is Haunting Me

One more thing before I go
One more thing I'll ask you Lord
You may need a murderer
Someone to do your dirty work

Don't act so innocent
I've seen you pound your fist into the earth
And I've read your book
It seems that you could use another fool
Well I'm cruel
And I look right through
You must have more important things to do

So if you need a murderer
Someone to do your dirty work

(Written by George Alan Sparhawk courtesy of Domino Publishing Co)

Murderer

Jessica, this shit's a mess
It's probably best if we just say nothing
I can't explain, I just give up
I'm still thirsty and I just keep filling my cup
It's never enough

I don't need anything
I don't need anything
I don't need anything

I'm not sure this is going anywhere
Point blank, you want the honest truth
And I've tried but the game's not paying off
How far until you come back home?
Around and round you go

I don't want anything
I don't want anything
I don't want anything

Just give me everything
Just give me everything
Just give me everything

Just give me everything
Just give me everything
Just give, just give, just give

Go on...

Jessica

Bid farewell to those guys
They’re so debonair with golden rings
Dug us knee deep in lies
But the more we ignore them, the less it stings

We will see no evil
If we don’t open our eyes
So let’s pretend before we’re bored
And inches turn to miles or more
We attacked

There are fruits of labor
And there are pieces rotting over again
But in our worst behavior
You will always be my greatest friends

We will see no evil
If we don’t open our eyes
So let’s pretend before we’re bored
And inches turn to miles or more
We attacked

We will see no evil
If we don’t open our eyes
We will see no evil
If we don’t open our eyes
So let's pretend before we're bored
And inches turn to miles or more
So let's pretend before we're bored
And spend our lives as corporate whores
Let’s attack!
We attacked

See No Evil

Crossing that threshold
Tearing with dull teeth
Tempted to let go
With no promise of relief
Counting down the seconds
‘Til sleep needs to begin
But if we just escaped
We’d be outside looking in

All your best intentions
Disappearing here

Among these white walls
Building your shrine
Searching for answers
Your parents can’t find
Mystery filled by
The diagnosed kind
But I still believe you
I must be crazy

With fleeting time and patience
Our friends outside they bleed
Skin splitting at the seams
Now wolves are here to feed
A faint natural light
From places we won’t know
Slowly filling up the kitchen
On some homemaker show

All your best intentions
Disappearing here

Among these white walls
Building your shrine
Searching for answers
Your parents can’t find
Mystery filled by
The diagnosed kind
But I still believe you
I must be crazy

Please turn these lights down low
Please turn these lights down low
Please turn these lights down low
Oh, when will this feel like home?

White Walls

The smoke sets down on the avenue
You know men rolling up piling revenue
All going to work, another white-collared jerk
And I’m becoming one of them

Maybe it’s just consistency
That I’m stumbling around through discrepancies
My ambition is clear, but with this job I fear
That I’m becoming one of them
I’m becoming one of them
I’m gonna be one of them

Rolling in dirt, flying high
We all line up in the blink of an eye
We know war well, but it’s okay to be strong
To follow that path, straight to death, to belong

Still set soaked in my insolence
You see I’m running amok til I hit the fence
This company I keep
Could make a grown man weep
Still I’m becoming one of them
I’m becoming one of them
I’m gonna be one of them

Rolling in dirt, flying high
We all line up in the blink of an eye
We know war well, but it’s okay to be strong
To follow that path, straight to death, to belong

Well, I'm becoming one of them
Well, I'm becoming one of them
I'm gonna be one of them

This Company I Keep

Fun!
Baby, baby, we like your lips
Baby, baby, we like your pants
All aboard for funtime

Fun!
Oh, I feel lucky tonight
I'm gonna get stoned and run around
All aboard for funtime
All aboard for funtime

Fun!
I was hanging down on Fairfax last night
With Diablo and his crew
All aboard for funtime

Fun!
Yeah, I don't need no heavy trips
Oh yeah, I know what I wanna do
All aboard for funtime
All aboard for funtime

Fun!
Baby, baby, we want in
We want some, we want some
All aboard for funtime

Fun!
Baby, baby, we want in
We want some, we want some
All aboard for funtime
All aboard for funtime

Take me to the funtime
C'mon take me now
Fun!

Written by Iggy Pop and David Bowie courtesy of BMG Rights Management (US) LLC

Funtime

"When it comes to authentic rock ‘n’ roll, Burning Jet Black is the real deal. Just like dirty roadhouse regulars, the West LA-based quartet would never be caught dead onstage with beat pads or laptops. They just plug in, crank up, and rock out gritty blues covered in sweat and delivered with a heavy soul."
-Dan Frazier, Free Bike Valet

"These gritty, sexy boys give rock something to be proud of. Drums, bass, and grrrreat raw, manly vocals...the Strokes meets the Foo Fighters after a few shots with the Rolling Stones...open your ears to one of the most tantalizing rock experiences of the year."
-Music Under Fire

"Feels dirty in a good way."
-FreeIndie.com

What is BJB? Fingers dancing on the fretboard, legs shaking on the kick drum...and sweat dripping off their brows, and the genuine heat of the crowd. This is music with a pulse that shakes the depths of your soul.

The LA-based band is comprised of David Bloomfield (guitar, vocals), Wes Hall (drums), Rob Hughes (bass, vocals) and David Sparrow (vocals, guitar).