RAVEN JAK - THE MACABRE

Pharmaceutical mind altering substances

Recorded live through a Roland BR600
Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell

we all see things differ in the world from small to large
raindrops looking like a paisley shower in the dark
we all know how clever we are when we see through the reign
imaginary ordinary unbelieve the flaws within the game

well enough of this shite if you think its better
la 

pick your favourite colour it's irrelevant as soon as you are there
the tree for us must have been a walkway into a better care
open sea of sky saw us fly into the parliaments of green
i hope i'm right did they just fight over a colour thats always on the scene

well enough of this shite if you think it's better
la
la
la
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Gail

A morbid truth behind some mental health institutions

written performed and recorded by Jack Randell

One Flew Over

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

Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell

wish me to stay and i will leave
wish me a temper i will breathe
wish to feel and i will bleed
wish to steal and i'll receive
wish to smile and i will cry
wish the truth and i won't lie
wish to fall and i will fly
wish to call and never die

Witchbone

Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell

Is It

Voices Of The Lost Homeless And Broken

Performed by Jack Randell
Composed by Jack Randell

Crystal Shard

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

AKA " Not A Machine"
Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell

i'm sorry for talking back to teachers
i'm sorry for walking out on speakers of god
i'm sorry i'm a branch from a tree in a world where the living is not law and the law is not free
forgive me for seeing the bigger picture
the poor will get prison, the wealthy get richer
the war on terrorism reminds me of a mixture
of the never ending story and the rising of hitler
guilty of watching not enough t.v.
sentenced to life for questioning money
hell bent on striving to find the funny of this
ignorance is bliss, right?

i'm sorry i'm not a machine x3
i'm sorry you don't see us a beautiful human being

couldn't come out like the rest of you robots
your army of brainwashing sheeple of robots
dark twisted shepherd working your evil but not from the steeple
from factory schools, schools
industrial tools, tools
entrusting their fools with my future
i think not
i think not

i'm sorry i'm not a machine x3
i'm sorry you don't see us a beautiful human being
i'm sorry i'm not a machine x3
i'm sorry you don't see us a beautiful human being
i'm sorry i'm not a machine x3
i'm sorry you don't see us a beautiful human being
i'm sorry i'm not a machine x3
i'm sorry you don't see us a beautiful human being

I didn't sign up for this game that was rigged from the start
it's a crime and a shame you don't think from the heart
i was given a name and a number
but part of me was lost from the start

i'm sorry i'm not a machine x4

Machine

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

Recorded at Backyard Studios
Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell 2005

Raging Alcoholic

Recorded by Bryn Cheggwidden
Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell 2007 - 08

Grande Olde Firework Show

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

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

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 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

What The Actual F** (WTAF)

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