RAVEN JAK TOP SEARCHED PLAYLIST

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 - RAP, MC. FREESTYLES

RAVEN JAK - ANTI-WAR, PRO-PEACE

Solo

bruv

jak raven

jak xx

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

only in Britain could you find a bit of intolerance to the people who can't muster up a glance their way
talk about making their day - well what about mine? don't it work both ways?
only in Britain could you find a person paying for a cab-ride home for the homeless - and even now and then, when, the sun does shine, 
you take another slice of American pie
only in Britain would you rather be smitten when you clearly find that we've all just bitten off more than we can chew with a few teeth left
cleft-pallet for a government is best
only in Britain does have a nice day mean 'F***-you-very-much!' for the common display
say what you mean and mean what you say
you don't do much of the Irish way, do ya?

do you think of these?

well you should - you should it's good for the blood
and too rai yay and you'll drink up in the mud
if you could you would you'd drink away the day
and too rai year and your fear is far away
i said too right here and your fear is far away
your tears and fears are far away from here

only in Britain could you stand in line with the 'slowest moving part of a cornish tin mine' (Jinge) and he says quite nicely 'things are looking pricey...'
'how long were you down there for?'
only in Britain are you more infamous on the bus, cussin' at the old-boy making such a fuss on the back-seat isn't it a repeat of a Friday night when you're always right?
Only in Britain could you find more than 1 2 or 3 or 4 or 5 cameras on your back-side at a time
isn't it fine that the line was crossed in an instant blowing up a mind
Only in Britain does 'have a nice day' mean 'F*** you very much!' for the common display
say what you mean and mean what you say
you don't do much of the Irish way do ya?

well you should - you should it's good for the blood
and too rai yay and you'll drink up in the mud
if you could you would you'd drink away the day
and too rai year and your fear is far away
i said too right here and your fear is far away
your tears and fears are far away from here

(lead solo)

too right here and your fear is far away
your tears and fears are far away from here
i said too right here and your fear is far away
your tears and fears are far away from here

they're far away from here

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Only In Britain  (Made In Britain) - 12:08:2023, 13.54

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
la

Gail

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

Copperhead Road RENDITION

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 Studio
Performed by Jack Randell
written and composed by Jack Randell 2005

Sacked & Saved

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

Irish Stone

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





Don't Break My Heart RENDITION

Raging Alcoholic

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

Will Power

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

Just Love

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

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

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

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 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

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

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