Name: Jinks & Japes by SRSLY ILL
Duration: 3 min 44 s
Description: Downright criminal. Deserves its own song.

The Great: Season 2 (Original Series Soundtrack)

Sex Dance

Miss "O"

Starlight Lullaby

Lucky Star Blues

Crown of Ruin

cant see the sun from this part of town
i gave up all my nuisances for this
i know i cant give up like this
this town dont know my name yet 
but it calls it night and day
i dont ever wanna lose all hope 
like this again, please open up for me
all of my texts you left on read
for all my shows of affection, i felt a shame
i cant fix what was never mine to fix
but damn i tried, pathetically set
i am blind for this 
dont tell me to stop, i wont listen anyway
i cant escape it anymore
i am set here

oh jermyn
je-jermyn
oh jermyn
jermyn
tell me when i'be free of this
oh jermyn
je-jermyn
oh jermyn
jermyn
tell me when i'be free of this

sold my soul for the feeling
i will be waiting in the field
we can stargaze the night
i will be gone when morning comes
the rain dont stop falling
i cant live in a storm
i gave it all i had
and it wasnt enough

(enough)    ohh jermyn
                je-jermyn
(enough)    oh jermyn
                jermyn
(enough)    tell me when i'be free of this
                ohh jermyn
(enough)    je-jermyn
                oh jermyn
(enough)    jermyn

tell me when i'be free of this

jermyn

Our same powerful rock but this time with more of a message!

Blues

Liturgia del corpo che hai perduto 
Tra le pelli verdi 
Masticate dagli sbadati 
corpo perso in pelli lontane (da me)
Dove vuoi celebrarla 


Pelli malvagie 
Nel verde cattivo 
Mio dolce corpo perduto 
Io non ti vedo più 
Quando ti sento non ti capisco 
Se ti lascio solo 
Tutti ti vogliono toccare 

Quindi corpo perduto provvedi 
Qualcosa di scavato fischia 
Buco nel soffitto 
Arco di cielo
Vento rumoroso 

Quel solco ti fa fischiare 
Mentre verdi le tue pelli diventano

Liturgia

Downright criminal. Deserves its own song.

Jinks & Japes

Just wasn't me

“Mirrors / Tristesse” is a summer album about love, guilt, freedom and the versions of ourselves we try to outrun. Set against the heat of the Mediterranean coast, these twelve songs move through the first sparks of desire, the jealousy and mischief that follow, the quiet tragedies we don’t see until they’re already behind us, and the melancholy that becomes a permanent companion.

Built from a fusion of French chanson, chamber-folk and intimate indie storytelling, the album draws on the emotional architecture of Mirrors — self-interrogation, memory, the stories we perform — and carries it into the sun-drenched world of Bonjour Tristesse.

From the villa above the sea to the Parisian atelier, from the white suit on stage to the final acceptance of tristesse itself, these songs follow the arc of a summer that begins like a lie and ends like a lesson you never stop learning.

A coastal dream darkened by consequence — a sister album to Mirrors, and a chapter in its shadow.

The Atelier at Père Lachaise

Back in 1794, when the feds came knockin' with their taxman grin
We lit the barns ablaze, poured the proof down the river's sin
Hamilton's quill scribblin' chains for the freeborn kin
But we raised our flintlocks high, let the revolution begin

Whiskey rebellion, firewater revolt
Spit in the eagle's eye, drown the debt in our throat
Barrels burstin' buckshot, her skirt hiked in the fight
American bastards, claimin' the night
Moonshine militia, crime's amber flame
Gunsmoke and lace, screamin' Washington's name

She rode shotgun with a garter full of lead, eyes wild as the hollow
Slingin' sour mash grenades, makin' redcoats swallow
We torched the gauger's tent, left his ledger in the blaze
Her laugh cut the powder smoke, hazy in the rebel haze

Whiskey rebellion, firewater revolt
Spit in the eagle's eye, drown the debt in our throat
Barrels burstin' buckshot, her skirt hiked in the fight
American bastards, claimin' the night
Moonshine militia, crime's amber flame
Gunsmoke and lace, screamin' Washington's name

They hanged the ringleaders from sycamores tall and grim
But the stills still whisper secrets in the copper rim
No pardon for the poured-out, no mercy for the bold
Just echoes in the jug, stories bought and sold

Whiskey rebellion
Firewater revolt
Barrels burstin' buckshot
American bastards
Moonshine militia
Gunsmoke and lace, screamin' Washington's name


Jinks & Japes

SRSLY ILL

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