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ALL OF RAVEN JAK / JAK RAVEN ORIGINAL ARTWORK IN MUSIC, POETRY, VISUAL ART, SONGWRITING, COLLABORATIONS, LIVE PERFORMANCES, SYNCING, THEATRE, CONCEPTS, INSTRUMENTALS, MUSIC THERAPY AND ABSTRACT SPANNING FROM 2000 A.D. TO PRESENT DAY.
ALL OF THE ‘RAVEN JAK PLAYLIST’ IS DESIGNED, DIRECTED, PRODUCED, WRITTEN, COMPOSED, PERFORMED, COMPRISED BY JACK TIMOTHY OAKE RANDELL (RANDALL / RAVEN), AND HIS MUSIC BUSINESS ASSOCIATION THROUGH THE YEARS 2002 - 2024 A.D.

RAVEN JAK PLAYLIST

RAVEN JAK - THE MACABRE

RAVEN JAK - TRAGEDY

RAVEN JAK - ANTI-WAR, PRO-PEACE

Beat Boxing, Rhythm Guitar, Vocal - Raman Grant
Lead Guitar - Raven Jak
recorded and mixed (engineered) by Raven Jak

*off the cuff jam, mid week, late night session(s)

this song is copyright control
all rights reserved 2023 c

'2b' - (Jam) - 31:08:2023, 22.16

OWN VERSION
Performed by Jack Randell, Nick Jones, Glen Tillbrook
2014





Don't Break My Heart RENDITION

Morning the death of a very passionate relationship

Recorded by Eduardo Mustavich
Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell 2010

Morning

Lyric and Music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (aka Jak Raven / Raven Jak)
Produced by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (aka Jak Raven / Raven Jak)
Instrumentation (and voice(s)) performed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (aka Jak Raven / Raven Jak)
(ffs. obvsly published 1st by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (aka Jak Raven / Raven Jak)
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so many parallels, so many tribes
so much anguish, but not enough subsides
not enough peace time, talk time, chill time

had enough.
Poi patterns? 
Weight Ball?
Three-Ball juggling or
Diablo "foolishness"

so much anguish
so much tension
so much hardship
so much to mention
so much anguish
so much tension
so much hardship
so much to mention

many moons of anger
insult and verbal massacres
-hemoraged soul
formal dagger 
frown straight from the hole

so much stress
lines drawn
awoke in a calmmed up mess

drawn down
soaked in sweat
verbal abuse
physical pains

toilet paper not fit to wipe with

so many parallels, so many tribes
so much anguish, but not enough subsides
not enough peace time, talk time, chill time

had enough.
Poi patterns? 
Weight Ball?
Three-Ball juggling or
Diablo "foolishness"

so much anguish
so much tension
so much hardship
so much to mention
so much anguish
so much tension
so much hardship
so much to mention

many moons of anger
insult and verbal massacres
-hemoraged soul
formal dagger 
frown straight from the hole

so much stress
lines drawn
awoke in a calmmed up mess

drawn down
soaked in sweat
verbal abuse
physical pains

SOLO

I'm Flying
Flying
I'm Flying
FLYING
I'm FLYING
m Flying
MFLYING
FLYING (repeats.)

inspired by Fairuza Balk's performance as character Nancy Downs

Also dedicated to everyone who is abused repetitively and consistently in psychiatric hospitals and insane asylums by staff wardens.

this song is copyright control 2023
lyrics written by J. Randell while sectioned in the U.K. between 2013-2018 approx
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Learning - 25:10:2023, 19.26

Recorded at Stuart Devlin's home recording studio

Written and Performed by Jack Randell


Seen

poem written and narrated by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and recorded by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
drums edited by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
produced and published by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

branching out to touch the freeze
they sway as they try to miss the invisible blanket of needles
but without much luck!... gazing at their rotting seasonal beauty
it makes me ponder....? how they ever stayed warm?
fields of rows
rows of brittle beans and stalks
skies full of black
crying undertakers
it all makes sense now...
why the sky looks empty and abandoned
isolated
giving off the impression that the needled ones will live
and the rest will -     !!!!! ......
July was their flourishing month
but now they will laugh no more...
for they have been pushed around, beaten, tossed, and turned.

STRIPPED FROM THEIR FULLNESS AND BODY!!
STRIPPED FROM THEIR FULLNESS AND BODY!!!!
STRIPPED FROM THEIR FULLNESS AND BODY!!!!!!

BY EARTH'S BREATH! BY EARTH'S BREATH! BY EARTH'S BREATH!
BY EARTH'S BREATH!! BY EARTH'S BREATH. BY EARTH'S BREATH..
By Earth's breath.

buds  do grow again
and the leaves will grow
again....

this song is copyright control 2023 c
all rights reserved 2023 c

By Earth's Breath - 30:12:2023, 19.50

lyrics and music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak), the class of 2005-2007 - Hereford College Of Arts, National Diploma in Music Practice, and the lead singer of the band Dodgy
instrumentation (and voice) composed and performed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and recorded by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
published by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

i'm bored, i'm done for the day
i'm sore, over-done for a day
in doors, in the end, it will pay
i'll score, get by in a way

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn DAMN

we're wired, we're dealing with the sights
we're hired, for peeling back the blights (blighters)
so tired as i fight on for your rights
the backfired, is feeding from the knight

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn DAMN!

(solo)

i'm bored, i'm done for the day
i'm sore, over-done for a day
in doors, in the end, it will pay
i'll score, get by in a way

....

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn

damn! damn! dirty harry
get him from the Taliban -
BANG! bomber carry - 
in the good old Rambo-man
Man, Uncle Sam
pull your f***ing socks up man
damn man! damn man! damn damn damn DAMN!

DAMN MAN! DAMN MAN! DAMN!
PULL YOUR F***ING SOCKS UP MAN!

this song is copyright controlled (2005-2007) 2023c
all rights reserved (2005-2007) 2023

Pull Your Fucking Socks Up Man (Dirty Harry) - 02:01:2024, 20.14

lyrics and music written and composed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
instrumentation (and vocals) performed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
published by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

i wanna write again, i wanna pick up my pen
i wanna read again, just to prove that i can
i wanna breathe again, just to be what i am

and now i'm looking at the sky thinkin' "is it worth my time?"

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a middle-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a lower-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

i know i'm on the run, 'cause there's nowhere to hide
i'm bleedin' bags of 'fun', can't afford suicide
i'm gonna get my gun, shootin' blanks at the tide
an' now i'm lookin' at the sea wishin' it would swallow up me

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a middle-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a lower-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

(solo)

i want to float again, just ta 'toke on the vine'
i want to cope again, in this day, age, and time
i want to hope my friend, i'm gettin' dollars and dimes

an' now i'm lookin' at the sea wishin' it would swallow up me

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a lower-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a middle-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a higher-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

it's a dead-pan dream living life inside your scene
there's a diddle-class chance that ya see the un-seen
wrappin' up my Ketamine hopin' that i get with 'Flim'
everythin's gonna be fine

DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!! DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!!
DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!! DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!!
DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!! DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!!
DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!! DEAD-PAN DREAM!!!!

this song is copyright controlled (originally crafted for the band Crimson Playdö in 2007-2008c) / 2024c
all rights reserved 2024c

Dead Pan Dream - 09:01:2024, 18.04

lyrics and music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
instrumentation and voice performed and orchestrated by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
engineered and produced by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
pulished by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)

stand tall, solid one,
stand tall, and proud,
stand tall, solid one,
stand tall and proud

reach from the skies
breathe the frequent winds
drink from the ground
feed from the bins

stand tall, tall solid one
stand tall, tall and proud
stand tall, solid one
stand tall, tall and proud

roam the endless fields 
live on the season's Brambles
without any single sound
another old dead tree falls

stand tall, solid one
stand tall, and proud
stand tall, tall solid one
stand tall, tall and proud

help is on it's way
to tame the wild and stray
help already here
to pick the buds of May

why do i know? why do i know the way?
why do i know? why do i know the way?
why do i know?? why do i know the way?
why do i know?? why do i know the way...?

stand tall, solid one
stand tall, solid and proud
stand tall tall and proud
stand tall, and proud!
stand tall, so solid one and
stand tall, tall and proud

this song is copyright control 2022c
all rights reserved 2024c

Stand Tall, Solid One, Stand Tall And Proud - 12:01:2024, 18.34

Music and Lyrics Composed and Written by  Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
Instrumentation including voice performed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
Engineered and produced by Scottie Mr. Eidetic Newberry and Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

Drink Me Up Like Fire Water
Pulling Down On My Tent Of Peace
Burn My Skin Of A Thousand Years
You're Warmest With My Pipe Of Peace
Burn My Skin Of A Thousand Years
Hold Me Like I Am Your Piece

Hand End All

Hold Me Like I Am Your Wolf
A Thousand Years Of Evergreen
Drink The Earth Juice That I Sprung
Pull Hard On Buffalo Seem
Pull Hard On Buffalo Scene

Burn The Wolf Another Pack
You Have The Boom Stick Aimed At Me
And My Family

Hold Me Back From Negativity
Hold Me Back From Negativity
Hold Me Back From Negativity
Hold Me Back

A Hundred Whispers Through My Trees
A Thousands Whispers Through My Leaves
A Million Whispers In My Trees
A Billion Whispers Through My Trees

Through My Trees
Through My Trees
Through My Trees



Published by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

this song is copyright control 2024c
all rights reserved 2024c

J

Treated Like 'Tontoe' - 13:01:2024, 05.36

What The Actual F** (WTAF)

written and recorded by Jack Randell

when you love
someone so much all you want is to be with them
when you love
them to the point of tears serious fear smiles and softness

all you want is to be with them
all you want is to be with them

the hug
and warming sway of body in'd arms each night and day
the offer
of a drink
and a building of ears and skin in every way

all you want is to be with them
all you want is to be with them

(Solo)

all you want is to be with them
all you want is to be with them
all you want is you with them and them with you
all you want is you with them and them with you
all is there, so is this, so are you
all is there, so is this, so are you
so it is, so it is, so it is,
so it is, so it is, so it is

Together

performed and recorded by Jack Randell and James Burnham
written by Jack Randell

copyright controlled 2019

two's up on that straight then mush
waste nothing in the wreck for sure
two's up on that fag there mucka
bails are funniest when they're sore

fail to bail never kissing the floor

chuck up a swig of that beer bo
crumpton oaks sending sparks
tax a chuck on the whisky and vodka
glass on the floor it's a knees-up for sure

fail to bail never kissing the floor
set sail to know what to adhere for
fail to fail never reaching the cure
fail to grind 'em down with another crap law

ay arr ay ay ay arr
tra la di da have a good time by far

three's up on that mover-shaker
move it like ya never have in here
unfreeze appalachian dancer
hooly-hoo with a nice cold full beer

fail to bail never kissing the floor

chap up another spun out raver
colours and class in a glassless time
it's all hood in the blimey governor
tell the family to be doing just fine

fail to bail never kissing the floor
set sail to know what to adhere for
fail to fail never reaching the cure
fail to grind 'em down with another crap law

ay arr ay ay ay arr
tra la di da have a good time by far

two's up on that straight then mush
waste nothing in the wreck for sure
two's up on that fag there mucka
bails are funniest when they're sore

chuck up a swig of that beer bo
crumpton oaks sending sparks
tax a chuck on the whisky and vodka
glass on the floor it's a knees-up for sure

fail to bail never kissing the floor
set sail to know what to adhere for
fail to fail never reaching the cure
fail to grind 'em down with another crap law

ay arr ay ay ay arr
tra la di da have a good time by far

TraLaDeDa

written by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
recorded at Stoke Lacy Mill Studio
Performed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell

all rights reserved 2020

I don't want a shower
I smell too normally
wait until the bugs kick me off my mattress
my cotton has moulded perfectly now

black mould ding ding moulding
black mould ding ding moulding

Shower

A story based on a blues song written by Amie Randell
written by Amie Randell, Jack Randell
produced by Sebastian Godfroid
copyright control 2020

In no way shape or form does this song reflect the writer's opinion on small animals, No animals were harmed in the making of this song

I woke up one morning and got out of bed
and i stepped on a hedgehog and thought it was dead
then in the end it is this that is what was said
i hope you're in pain boy oh i really do
'cause you flattened me like something under your shoe
and when i see you again mark my words true
i'll snuff you out with my whole hedgehog crew son
he limped out my doorway and rolled down the stairs 
now i'm really worried i'm pulling my hair out
a foot full of spines and a feeling of pain
rode to the cafe had no-one to blame
pulled out my wallet and bought me a coke
and i couldn't tell if i was part of a joke
a gypsy a farmer and all kinds of folk were there
well i guess its safe to say that we were scared
the gypsy began with a story that animals all live in fear
and as i was sat on this rickety chair i wondered
what do they fear most?
so he continued i started to calm 
when who should roll in with a very big army of friends, acquaintances, motley crew,
eyes and spines directed at you
didn't quite know what the devil to do
well if i was you i'd make way for the hedgehog crew...
and that crippled little hedgehog with an evil grin was there
he pointed at me yeah he pointed at me
the fury in his beady eyes shone brighter than the brightest skies
he pointed at me yeah he pointed at me
and they all ran at once and the farmer started to scream!
spines they were flying all over the place
cries of the women reaching for their mace
aim it at them please not into my face
i knew what i had to do-oo
i got stuck in with a leg and an arm
intention was never to cause any harm
i lost my temper, sound the alarm!
boy, those hedgehogs flew...
the dust it then settled how i was appalled
at the rodent limbs sliding off all of the walls
i picked up a table, a chair and a stool
invited the gypsy to play me at pool
now if you're thinking that that was the end
of the war on the hogs, it's nice to pretend
my foot is now healing and back on the mend
the foxes and badgers are safe again...
a week or two later in front of a paper 
a nice cup of tea and a piping hot pizza
a hedgehog broke in with a magnum 9mm!
he said all predictably "You're gonna die! so listen up punk, say your goodbye!"
I over-reacted threw pepperoni in his eye
the critter was angry and rightly so for the meat on the go
i was brought up to know it's not right to fight the slow
when all said and done and you stop having fun
and a rodent creeps in and starts waving a gun in your face
pull out the blender, turn the blighter into paste

The Hedgehog Song

songwriter, music artiste, producer, busker, live performer