ALL SONGS WRITTEN, RECORDED, PERFORMED, AND PRODUCED BY JAMES LINCK EXCEPT - "NO FUTURE" - BASS GUITAR PERFORMED BY RICKY RUGGERO AND DRUMS PERFORMED BY RYAN CLANCY, "THE ARTIST" - CO-PRODUCED BY BEWARE, "HALF UP FRONT" - PRODUCED BY ANCIENT LANGUAGE, "BLACK TO BLACK" - ADDITIONAL SYNTH BASS BY STEVEN KENDZORSKI AND CO-PRODUCED BY JON ZOTT, "WHEN CARS FLY / ONE MORE SNOOZE" - BASS GUITAR PERFORMED BY RICKY RUGGERO AND DRUMS PERFORMED BY RYAN CLANCY.

MIXED BY CHARLIE BEANS
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No Future

pack of cigs from the change in my coin cup
now i really got the spirit of america
but i'd be clubbin' with canadian if i could
'stead i'm shakin' like both hands on the hood
and i'm fakin' like it's all good
so i just keep singin' these bars
in empty bars
and they got steel bars

but i'm an artist
i think of myself as an artist

and my paypal my paypals my worst pal
they never hit me 'bout no record sales
in fact i don't even wanna be pals
i never had a good experience in retail
they only ever send me spammy email
so i just keep singin' these bars
in empty bars
and they got steel bars

and when i look towards the future its like looking at the wall
but walls are only so tall
when you're an artist
and i think of myself as an artist

so i just sit up in the crib
and smoke my cigs
and my folks save all my newspaper clips
and i'm not sure why i exist
but i'm tell you like i told 'em since i was six
i'm an artist
i think of myself

pack of cigs from the change in my coin cup



::Produced by Ben Bowdon & James Linck::

The Artist

took the case off my phone today
i don't plan and i don't save
and when collectors call
i hit em raw
and tell em i'm not paying a thing

touch the scars on my arm and i can feel em freshly cut
and it reminded me
of wanting to be something when i grew up

but it's no future for us

stack the pyre, set the children on fire
cause i know it's no future
and if their mothers complain
we'll print their names across some black t-shirts

i see the men on jefferson in their ties and button ups
and it reminded me
of wanting to be something when i grew up

but it's no future for us

and the sun still sitting there
shining down on you

watch the cops cut through traffic like a knife
spelled out my name in styrofoam cups above 75

looking up at the clouds all milky white
don't worry ma, it's life and only life

but it's you, sitting there
shining

pump the brakes don't roll the sign
you know that we're just killing time
so don't be surprised

when the keys are in ignition
and the caddys are in the sky
i'll still love you when cars fly

and if the engines and oil
bring all the oceans to boil
and when the temperature soars
if the world gets too warm
cause the rich keep fooling the poor
i'll still love you when the tide drowns the shore

and if the wicked become to strong to fall
and if my prayers ain't never read at all
no matter imma keep on writing
'til i'm no longer afraid of dying
and imma still love you if they're never ever read


.........


one more snooze for me and my baby
i'm not the man that mops these floors
i'm not the guy that flips the sign
but i do

when i eat the double cheese slices before bed
the stranger dreams come to me and leave me with no rest

one more snooze

When Cars Fly / One More Snooze

hey whatsup
things are looking up and there's nothing in my way
take a sip of 7up
just like kermit with his cup
if you got some shit to talk
i don't got much to say about
i guess we just feel different ways and that's ok

cause the lighters in the sofa
and i ain't crying in an ocean
i'll have some money by the weekend
and i'll blow it on the weekend

hey whatsup
just got a couple bucks
7up should buy this cut
half up front
it'd make my month
or just buy me lunch
i'm that up front
i don't front
feel like a monk
on pop that's punk
i'm goin' buck
i'm goin' change
i feeling changed
and there's some change
with the...

Half Up Front

gotta remind myself
that it ain't that serious
the way we come and go
mysteriously
from black to black

gotta remind myself
that it ain't that serious
and how could you take yourself
so seriously
in the face of that

always sittin' round waiting for my stuff
and when i get it, it ain't never enough
sinking feeling in the pit of my gut
hit the potion
crying in the ocean
lighters in the sofa
with a little change
but it's the same, it's the same goddamn thing
and it never helps
another tray into the cell
no trophies on the shelf
gotta remind myself...

never get around to cleaning the trash out my car
for months at a time when it's cold
and there was alot on that hard drive they stole
but zeros turn to circle
when i remind myself...

Black To Black

Wistful nostalgia, of the vein innate to many millennials, is the mood pervading from Detroit’s resident alt-R&B crooner James Linck. The singer's plaintive falsetto has become the subject of conversation in many Detroit music circles.

No Future

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