RAVEN JAK COLLABORATIONS (Feat. U.K. Local Artists)

song originally by Roger Allan Wade

rhythm acoustic guitar, lead vocal, backing vocal - Jack Randell
Bass, Synth Keys, backing vocal - Gruvsufi Kev
Harmonica - Andrew Findlay
Violin - Ben Lewis

Performed and recorded by RAVEN JAK 2022

If You're Gonna Be Dumb, You Gotta Be Tough - COVER

lyrics and music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell

rhythm guitar, lead guitar, lead vocal, backing vocal - Jack Randell
bass, drums, percussion, organ - Gruvsufi Kev

Recorded and Performed by RAVEN JAK
2022

Tra La Di Da

written and composed (lyric, chords, composition) by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
Produced by Robert Chegwidden
tin whistle - Mark Stevenson
percussion - Mark Stevenson
lead guitar - Robert Chegwidden

on call
to catch them if they all fall
it's the upside 
of a country that they all try to hide
and you know it's only when you ask them to

uncool
a rapture in the tool box
who's the 'coward' in the corner of the phonebox
does it need to be accounted for that you're only on the side that wins

and you're rolling over again
and you're rolling over again
and then you're all over
and then you're all over

and you're rolling over again
and you're rolling over again
and then you're all over
and then you're all over

stand tall
pray that all the cars stall
it's the uptight ogre in the bank hall
it doesn't matter how big they are
make them pick their beer can up

on call
to catch them if they all fall
it's the upside 
of a country that they all try to hide
and you know it's only when you ask them to

and you're rolling over again
and you're rolling over again
and then you're all over
and then you're all over

and you're rolling over again
and you're rolling over again
and then you're all over
and then you're all over

vocal - Jack Timothy Oake Randell, 

copyright control 2008

Jack Randell's Album

Un-Cool

Own rendition of trad. folk song made famous (in my opinion) by Christy Moore

Performed Composed by Jack Randell

Inspired by Christy Moore

Well Below The Valley

Adaptation of song from independent film "FRONT/ SeaSiderS"
 Recorded and Performed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
Composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
Lyrics written by Kevin Wright

See For Miles

OWN VERSION
Performed by Jack Randell
Composed by Jack Randell
Saxophone - Phil Howard
Percussion - Giles Smith

Copperhead Road RENDITION

adaptation for the film "SEASIDERS/FRONT"
Performed and recorded by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
Composed by Jack Randell Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
Lyrics written by Kevin Wright

Back To The Start

Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell
Saxophone - Phil Howard
Percussion - Giles Smith

More (Animalz)

Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell

Lunar Bay

instrumentation Performed by Jack Randell (Raven Jak)
written and composed by Jack Randell (Raven Jak)
recorded and produced by Ed Mustavic (Mustafic)
backing vocals performed by Tessa Frith

this song is copyright control
all rights reserved c

Cry For Help

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





Don't Break My Heart RENDITION

A 'face-straightener' 

Recorded at BRFM
Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell

Sax - Phil Howard
Percussion - Giles Smith and BRFM co. 2011

Here And Now

Recorded at Stuart Devlin's home recording studio

Written and Performed by Jack Randell


Seen

Music composed, performed and recorded by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
For independent film 'Front' that was previously called 'SeaSiderS'
based on a character who takes ecstasy for the first time by the seaside

Lyrics written by Kevin Wright

Going Mad At The Seaside (Front) 1st

Concerns of the world, A sarcastic back hander to the banking system, and how much we are enslaved by a money-fueld capitalist owned society, exploiting sweat-shop workers, tearing apart the o-zone layer, playing huge war-zone games with countries of people being slaughtered and made to starve, bleed and suffer by the doings of those of the rich

Lyric and Music written and composed by Jack Randell
Performed by Jack Randell
Recorded by Adam Snellgrove 2009
DEMO

how much is a flight to the broker's ball
scar up the ocean air is all
how much is a taiwan toy these days
sweating on the floor well we can't have that
so whats the price of a flight to london if you live in birmingham
whats the score with the economicundrum
solve it by a motto of 'Yes We Can'
yes we can conquer poverty by making more money
we can find the faith from the milk and honey
why dontcha wake up and wipe all the sick of your shirt
it's another pantomime about selling the earth

yes we can add another dead brother on the list
when it comes from the banker's heart unto his wrist
and their hands are on their hearts solemnly swearing that you life
to play a part in their game was well spend from the start

how much is a drive to the corner shop
about quarter of a gallon of seventeen families blood
can't stop it if they would
talk about progress for a bowl of peas
well up comes another saviour brother leader to wrap up all the wreckage and fix us all
doesn't really work that way see cause he is in on the big fall
for the right to the pint you're drinking right now it should be sinking in
"it's not about the money, it's about sending a message"

yes we can add another dead brother on the list
when it comes from the banker's heart unto his wrist
and their hands are on their hearts solemnly swearing that you life
to play a part in their game was well spend from the start

Controversial Matters (That's What They Think.... Fuckers!)

A girl in my class in high school sung it to me twice, most of it stayed in my head, this is my depiction of the piece, I wrote what I could remember on paper and attempted to remember the chords and structure. this is how I remember it, loosely.

Guitar and Voice - Jack Randell
recorded by Jack Randell

kitchen work wasn't my area
energy saving work was simple, just sleep
wood work was the wood
cleaning work smells
food is hard to appreciate
utilities make a good argument
cooking will mostly be beans
hunting nothing worth killing
money makes me a rich man

care, where? nobody cares

x2

Nobody Cares

Lyrics by Frida Wolfe
Music By Jack Randell
Performed and recorded by Jack Randell

This song IS actually about SHOES. nothing else.

new shoes new shoes
red and pink and blue shoes
tell me what you would choose
it they'd let us buy

buckle shoes bow shoes
pretty pointy toe shoes
strappy kappy low shoes
lets have some try

bright shoes white shoes
dandy dance by night shoes
perhaps a little tight shoes
like some so would I

But

flat shoes fat shoes
stomp around like that shoes
wipe 'em on the matt shoes
that's the sort they'll buy

Choosing Shoes

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