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

Produced by Adam Snellgrove
Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell 2009

Just Love

Done Bird

BBC Introducing 2012

drink up me hearties yo ho ho
and a bottle and bottle and bottle and a bottle
and a bottle of rum for me

we'll clear the slate from/with the spanish plate
from the gold from the gold from the gold from the gold
gold carribean sea

drink up me hearties yo ho ho
and get another one for me
smoke up me brethren yo ho ho
and a pipe and a half for free

drink up me hearties yo ho ho
and a bottle and a bottle and a bottle and a bottle
and a bottle of rum for me
so drink like you mean it and fight/dance when you need it
a pirate a pirate a pirate a pirate 
a pirates life for me

drink up me hearties yo ho ho
and get another one for me
smoke up me brethren yo ho ho
and a pipe and a half for free

x marks the spot of the plot i buried my whole crew in
next to the gold we stole from the hold in the galleon
mutiny they cried yo ho in the name of the pirate code
they left me alone with a barrel of rum and a knife to cut my throat
but i can swim and i jumped right in and i swam to the anchor chain
i laced their rum then doubled their grins as they slept on the spanish mane 

drink up me hearties yo ho ho
and get another one for me
smoke up me brethren yo ho ho
and a pipe and a half for free

drink up me hearties yo ho ho
and a bottle and bottle and bottle and a bottle
and a bottle of rum for me

we'll clear the slate from/with the spanish plate
from the gold from the gold from the gold from the gold
gold carribean sea

drink up me hearties yo ho ho
and get another one for me
smoke up me brethren yo ho ho
and a pipe and a half for free

Bristol Rum Run

Recorded at Stuart Devlin's home recording studio

Written and Performed by Jack Randell


Seen

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

Living in shared housing, buying into the college/uni trip, as well as the abundant sources of entertainment and leisure at the finger-tips while battling self angst and self realisation through usage of games-consoles, recreational substances, marches/protests, gambling, skinny-dipping, and sex

BBC Hereford & Worcester Introducing
cobbled together at last minute for a fill-in slot

Song and Lyric written and composed by Jack Randell

All Roads Lead To Home

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

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!)

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

an instrument piece, bash street underground

Music by Jack T. O. Randell

Bratwerst

Dairy.

Music and Lyric by Jack T. O. Randell

Jack's Eating All The Milk

A journey reflecting the past 15-20 years on Earth
(based on a 'jam' i performed with Frasier Kyle once on stage at a festival, this is what i could remember of the 'jam')

Arranged and Composed by Jack T. O. Randell
Produced and Recorded by Jack T. O. Randell

WHO THE F IS JAK RAVEN

Falling Over

'for all the truck drivers out there. Keep on truckin'

Written, Recorded and Performed by Jack Randell

This song is copyright controlled

I give up, you take down
I take down, you give up

so where's the sense to keep calm
and where's the sense to carry on

it's in the intro that I gave you
so there's the sense to keep calm
it's in the intro that I gave you
so there's the sense to carry on

i read you out like a shakespeare song

Skakespear Song

Written by Jack Randell
Recorded by Jack Randell and Ralph Whitehead

ain't got no friends
ain't got no money
ain't got no car
ain't got no honey

but i've got some porridge and i've got some water
got some fire (it's only fire!)
and i've got some porridge and i've got some water
got some fire (it's only fire!)

Porridge

Written and Recorded by Jack Randell

lips are an option with you and your partner
lips are an option when you're a couple
as long as mr. tom and big brother are away
as long as all seeing eyes are closed and not watching
giving it to home sweet home is popular
sharing a moment with your floors and walls
there may be kisses or the large one with passion
only when one more or more one's aren't around

'cause this is our moment and it's our time
this is our feeling and it's our little bit of soft to hold onto

life is for living like we haven't done yet
with feet we carve and wear away new paths
there's no point in asking for nothing to take
and what you have i don't desire
getting as close as inside out is a good option
anywhere we choose is immediately sanctuary
you express your feelings oh so well
you express your right to feel some good

'cause this is our moment and it's our time
this is our feeling and it's our little bit of soft to hold onto

Soft

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