Ember to ashes, left us at will.
Sisters and cousins quiet and still.
Theres a man up above, said father, say god.
 Tightly  wrapped up in a  clerical cog
But even the preacher cant hold his seed
Chuck full of bones and cast to the sea.
Hes an angry old soul// confused by the light
But hes stubborn and righteous// hes up for the fight..

 He says
Come see the great prophetic spatoon/!
They’ve been waiting there
Following footsteps of biblical nonsense
And braiding their daughters hair
Come see the great, come see the great
Come see the great prophetic spatoon/

Face on the concrete dirt in your shoes
Family's been talkin the dinner time blues               
Theres a man down below said father say god
As he shuffles his patron's out in to the lawn
Mohawk and bootstraps a clever young plan
A freedom of will that he cant understand
Shes a fairly bright soul just living new flesh
But hes callus and fearful /// a  father knows best

The Great Prophetic Spittoon

Written by Jack Spinks
Produced by Brad Scott
Guitar/Vocals - Jack Spinks
Electric guitar/synth/drums/bass - Brad Scott
Background Vocals - Danielle Hewitt
Artwork - Kenneth Boville

Not Afraid to Die

i can feel your lies out loud as she wonders where youve  been
malt liqor and christian camp filled you full of sin
oh my my look who it is my oldest friend
wasting it all on  a problem you could easily mend

you make me hurt 

I can taste the cowardice when you come home late at night
Still standin on your ex's  neck for most your adult life
Oh my my look who it is the favorite son
Walking around like you belong to everyone

You Make Me Hurt

All better now

soil cold stone and dirt
burn your lords, their castle 
and the way they work
pain or pride no luck
cause you kill yourself a million times
you'd think you'd had enough 
 
forget the voices in your head
they never loved you the way she did
take all the spaces left instead
keep filling them up till the feelings 
long since dead
Sit alone with you
a ghost just passing through
ive been watching you
theres nothing left to lose

dope, warm blood, she's stuck 
all the world upon the shoulders	
of a selfish fuck 
tear, a bright, big hole, 
all those drugs you got refused to
feed that soul

Watching you - Feat. Moment

Fallin leaves whisper to the riverside
They have bit off more then they can chew
Running fast faster when the waters high  
There is not much they can do
Winters here wilting and a shivering
Everything that you hold dear
fix my drink ill show  you something pitiful
You have nothing left to fear

Cause you break you break you break a million years
Cause i found a way to keep you here
Ive been holding back on you for years
Could you fix me up quick my dear

Fallen out sprinting to the leader
Your the razor in my heel
Intercourse a missed communication
You just drink till you cant feel
Fall in love with every situation
You cant blind yourself from us
Weather proof a perfect insulation
She WILL turn your bones to dust

SON I HOPE THIS FINDS YOU WELL //THIS WORLDS ON FIRE  IM SURE THAT YOU CAN TELL
MOMMA  FED YOU FULL OF LIES,  OUR BLOOD IS THIN BUT I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES
ALL MY KIN FOUND GOD, LEAST NEAR THE END I SUPPOSE
MAKE YOUR SICKNESS PROUD DON’T FORGET IM NOT AROUND  

FATHER IVE BEEN FEELING ILL,  THIS HOMES A CURSE, I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL
MOTHER TOLD ME BOUT YOUR LIES SNAKES AND FIRE, YOU CAN HEAR IT IN HER CRIES
ALL MY DREAMS ARE DEAD,   SUNKEN IN TO THE GROUND
MAKE YOUR SICKNESS SPREAD,  DON’T FORGET IM NOT AROUND

BROTHER can you hear my call.   NEVER HAD A SPIN HE WAS NEVER THERE AT ALL
WHY THEY KEPT YOU FROM MY SIDE, A MOTHERS GRASP AND A MAN TOO POOR TO DIE
IVE BEEN WAITING LONG FAR TO LONG TO SPEAK OUT LOUD
JUST MAKE YOUR SICKNESS PROUD AND DON’T FORGET IM NOT AROUND

IM NOT AROUND

Not Around (lost boys)

Smoked out old holler A SHEEP IN SHEEPS CLOTHES BURNED OUT AGAIN
WAKING YOURSELF JUST TO TURN OUT THE COALS.  SMELL YOUR SKIN
I WAS JUST HOPING FOR SOMETHING TO DIE CMON BABY LETS TAKE A RIDE
TELL ME YOU DON’T CARE YOU CAN CRY IN THE CAR,  CHHER UP SUSAN ITS NOT THAT FAR\
YOU WERE JUST WAITING FOR SOMBODY ELSE IVE BEEN TALKIN BOUT YOU LIKE ALL THE STARS FELL
WISH YOU WOULD
WISH YOU WOULD


MUSKOKA HOME// OR GONE AWAY GOOD/ A LIFE LIVED HARD
BOTTLE OF BROWN//CEDAR AND ROCK//// SMOKING OUT LOUD
SHE WAS JUST FIGHTING THE BEST THAT SHE COULD CMON BABY I WISH YOU WOULD
THERES NO PLACE FOR LOVERS IN THE CELLAR OF THEIVES DEAR SUSAN WHY DONT  YOU SEE
THE TROUBLE THAT STARTED SO LONG AGO I JUST THOUGHT I SHOULD LET YOU KNOW
Wish you would
Wish you would
F/G/C/AM-----BRIDGE
F/G/C/F
SUSAN I KNOW ITS A TERIIBLE FEELING BUT I JUST WANTED TO SAY
ONE OF THESE DAYS ILL FIND A LAKE CLOSER, PUT YOUR TROUBLES AWAY
I DON’T WANT NOTHIN JUST TRYING MY BEST PLEASE SUSAN WE COULD USE A REST
Wish you would
Wish you would

Cheer Up Susan

Written by Jack Spinks
Guitar/Vocals - Jack Spinks
Keys/Violin/Cello/Trumpet/Trombone/Clarinet/Back up Vocals/Bass/Mix - Pat Crosby
Drums - Chris Metcalfe
Artwork - Ken Boville

one left could make seven and i know/
 sixes fit well
Shes always sad or always drunk/
But  still..//
Kick your feet and save your tiny breath/
She doesnt swim well //
Tied off and lookin for a thrill
OH WEL..

BODY FUCKERS 

Im the monster the mirror never shows
and quickly stalling
Shes the meat in the parking lot exposed
And your friends keep calling
No one wants to die I just thought we chose//  
Theres  friction growing
Sutter Cane me right between the eyes
I cant stop crying

Sutter Cane

Sick of Being Sick

Written by Jack Spinks
Recorded by Randelle Ashley / James Walters
Guitar/Vocals - Jack Spinks
Lead Guitar / Back up vocals - James Walters
Keys / Bass / Backup Vocals - Randelle Ashley
Artwork - Kenneth Boville 

The face that meets me ,early in the afternoon
Junkie pipedream, Shell be leaving soon
charming bloodbath, A little snake inside the grass
Your such a soft satanist
ILL MAKE YOU CHOOSE

Ive been watching you
Just like you want me to
Put me on the wire
Set your  soul on   fire

Such a selfish gift, I let you get away with it
Cookie cutter home,  but now your all alone
Shes gonna figure out,  shes gonna figure out
Your such a soft Satanist 
ILL MAKE YOU CHOOSE

Soft Satanist

Before you do as the devil pleases, give up the things you love.

Jack Spinks

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