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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

music and lyrics composed and written by Jack Timothy Oake Randell
recorded by Jack Timothy Oake Randeell
instrumentation performed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell

F*** I need to drink, to forget about someone
D**n I need to drink, to respect that someone
Man i need some sleep, for amnesia marathon
shit i need some sleep, gotta get a heart feeling

she creeps in and out, like a mouse
her voice will stick and stand out
try to rouse
no matter how much to you listen to your stereo

have you any vodka 'yes i do thank you'
and you any rum? 'have you any cigarettes they'll do for fun'
F*** i need to think, to move on without worry
and 'imagined' horror stories, of 'unsafe broken' tragedy

she creeps in and out, like a mouse
her voice will stick and stand out
try to rouse
no matter how much to you listen to your stereo

(lead)

how about a tea, to remember that someone
here, have some coco, to remind you of warmth son
why not try a coffee? given to wake up some,
or have a glass of Earth Juice, to pucker up one...?

creeps in and out, like a mouse
her voice will stick and stand out
try to rouse
no matter how much to you listen to your stereo
she creeps in and out, like a mouse
her voice will stick and stand out
try to rouse
no matter how much to you listen to your stereo
she creeps in and out, like a mouse
her voice will stick and stand out
try to rouse
no matter how much to you listen to your stereo
she creeps in and out, like a mouse
her voice will stick and stand out
try to rouse
no matter how much to you listen to your stereo

this song is copyright control 2022-23
all rights reserved 2023 c

Some One - 05:08:2023, 22.59

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

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

Just Love

Recorded at Stuart Devlin's home recording studio

Written and Performed by Jack Randell


Seen

lyrics and music written and composed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
instrumentation performed and recorded by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
published 1st by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

swingin' in the breeze n' laughing at the trees
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
it seems she's dancin' with the leaves
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
look to the books for a good start
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
dry your eyes and turn out the dark
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY

Gypsy Rose drink this Tea
If she tells the leaves to see
twisted wooden Willow chime
bend her arrr and break the sign
Hectic leisures send their Love
Clogged up wings my darling Dove
twisted wooden Willow tree
Bend her arms and set her free
Bend her arms and set her free
Bend her arms set her free
Bend her arrr set her free

swingin' in the breeze n' laughing at the trees
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
it seems she's dancin' with the leaves
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
look to the books for a good start
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY
dry your eyes and turn out the dark
ALONG COMES HOMME AND THROWS IT ALL AWAY

Gypsy Rose drink this Tea
If she tells the leaves to see
twisted wooden Willow time
bend her arrr and break the sign
Hectic leisures send their Love
Clogged up wings my darling Dove
twisted wooden Willow tree
Bend her farms and set her free
set her free
set her free

Gypsy Rose, drink this Tea.

this song is copyright control 2005 - 2023 c
all rights reserved 2005-2023 c

Homme - 30:12:2023, 17.05

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 Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
instrumentation including voice performed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

i'm too stupid for my eyes
too stupid for the flies
so stupid guys?

i'm too sketchy for my love
too stenchy for her Dove
soo sticky

(Solo)

i'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

i'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

(Solo)

you're too young to see the size
of consequence so rise
against the...

guys too fucked up from the lies
too stupid for their wives
so cupid

i'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

i'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

i'm too stupid in their eyes
too stupid in disguise
so stupid it hurts

(Solo)

so i'm too fucked up for your lives
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

i'm too fucked up in your lives
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

'cause i'm too fucked up in your lives
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

so i'm so fucked up in your lies
too fucked up for your eyes
so fucked up

so i'm so fucked up in your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so Fffffffff

(Solo)

I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

so I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

and I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

so I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

I'm too fucked up for your lies
too fucked up in your eyes
so fucked up

(Solo)

i'm too fucked up for my eyes
too stupid for the flies
so stupid 'Guys?'

this song is copyright control (august 2007) 2024c
all rights reserved 2024c

Left Said Linv - 20:01:2024, 16.17

arranged by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
guitar arranged and performed by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
drums edited by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
engineered and produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

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

'Reel Jig' - 26:01:2024, 11.23

recorded by Raven Jak
Drums edited by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)
produced by Raven Jak (Jack Timothy Oake Randell)

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

Raven Session at Jak'e 17.2.2024 - 20:02:2024, 16.05

lyrics and music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
instrumentation performed and recorded by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
vocal sung by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
produced and published by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)


bones dry and my skull is left
phones fly and our friends are next
can't teach and old trick new dogs
there's nothing new with, Nephilim 
there's nothing new with, Nephilim 
there's nothing new with, Nephilim

Air Taking Exchange

bones dry and my skull is left
phones fly and our friends are next
can't teach and old trick new dogs
there's nothing new with, Nephilim 

solo

'Air Taking Exchange'

'Plant Some Plants'
'Plant Some Trees'
'Drink Some Drinks'
'Smoke Some Weeds'

'Plant Some Plants'
'Plant Some Trees'
'Drink Some Beers'
'Smoke Some Weeds'

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

Clean 'Em Airwaves - 20:02:2024, 20.28

'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 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

The glow, orange red hues, flicker at sleeping
heart beat, pulse rate, heating as usual
mahogany brown golden deer hound at feet
misogyny bound to make her frown
daggers down queeny never misses a beat 

he gets to stay, she gets to settle
who gets the traveler way walking the road in the middle
she has no fear, he is no trouble
who love just the same
sitting bare with no other lose to gain 

black table cloth dress parachutes down into raggy bunch cuffs
falling onto trench leather - fifteen eye lit heeled boot she says come hither
the red wine under the fold up table 
listen to radio fable's husky voice
bed line linen covered in eiderdown driven to go and lie downs a given
with that voice

she gets to stay, he gets to settle
who gets the traveler way walking the road in the middle
he has no fear, she is no trouble
who love just the same
sitting bare with no other lose to gain

the crimson patterns on shadow almost shifting behind the fires brew
candles never meant to burn at both ends, says who
hands warm covered by folded arms, surviving the winter
thighs cradle swamped in raggy-doll sweaters thriving the winter

we get to stay, we get to settle,
who gets the traveler way walking the road in the middle
who has no fear, who is no trouble
who love just the same
sitting bare with no other lose to gain

Old Bus Soil

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