lyrics and music written and composed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
instrumentation (including voice) performed by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)
recorded, engineered, mixed, produced and published by Jack Timothy Oake Randell (Raven Jak)

the arrow hit me good
know the taro is as real as ...
as bone and marrow
bows and arrows aren't the same
as bone and marrow

bows and arrows?
bows and arrows.
bows and arrows?!
bows and arrows.
bows and arrows?
bows and arrows.
bows and arrows?!
bows and arrows!!

as it will be, so be it clean
living how it should've been
i see you one day
see the sparkle for the trees

vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy

vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy is in the leaves

vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy

vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy is in the leaves
vibrancy is in the leaves

(solo)

they show me how to go
they show me where to go
seeing all the fairy-lights they, knowing all your where about's
*bold and beautiful as a Faye
bold and beautiful as a Faye
bold and beautiful as a Faye
bold and beautiful as a Faye
bold and beautiful as a Faye
bold and beautiful as a Faye

intuition like a rare amount of 
you're in here everywhere
you're in here everywhere
you're in here
intuition like a rare amount of 
you're in here everywhere
you're in here everywhere
you're in here

(solo)

wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere
wild hair and beads and braids 

wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere!
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere.
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere!?
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere.
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere!!
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere.
wild hair and beads and braids 
wild hair, somewhere.
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere.
you're out there somewhere.
you're out there somewhere.
you're out there somewhere!

wild hair and beads and braids! 
you're out there somewhere.
wild hair and beads and braids! 
you're out there somewhere.
wild hair and beads and braids!!
you're out there somewhere.
wild hair and beads and braids 
you're out there somewhere.
you're out there somewhere.
you're out there somewhere.
you're out there somewhere!

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Going Boom With Me My Love - 27:04:2024, 17.46

GIVE ME MORE

I met a man in Brum
He asked what was wrong
I told him that I couldn't
Feel the air push through my lungs
He told me not to cry
I didn't want to die
But now I'm livid 'cause I'm livin'
And my life's a lie

Won't someone get me out
There's plastic in the air
Constant rain clouds
But I don't really care
Voices in my head
What do they mean to say
They tell me everything
It causes me much pain

I'll kill myself because
No hope for my future
I'll quiet down my sobs
Before my own computer
Bursts into flames it's a
Natural disaster
I just want my life
Void of bad actors

They watch you constantly
And say that it's all fine
So that you can live
And not use cyanide
As an escape clause
I'm bleeding from the mouth
Same as it ever was
My life is not on route

They keep you placated
Because they need your corpse
Behind a till at a pathetic
Fucking Morrisons
It's been a straight up scam
For fifty fucking years
If I recall correctly
I never shed any tears

I'll kill myself because
No hope for my future
I'll quiet down my sobs
Before my own computer
Bursts into flames it's a
Natural disaster
I just want my life
Void of bad actors
I'll kill myself because
No hope for my future
I'll quiet down my sobs
Before my own computer
Bursts into flames it's a
Natural disaster
I just want my life
Void of bad actors

SCUMNITED KINGDOM

i really dug myself into a corner with the neko arc pfp

Could you check the time
Could you tell me why
I want to end my life 
And you don't think that's right
But

I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I want to die

Should I wear something pretty
Before I hang myself
Or should I do something shitty
And spend my life in this beautiful hell

What should I do
I'm in love with you
Shit keeps going wrong
Fuck it I'll write a song
About how

I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I want to die
I'll watch you die
I'll watch you die
I'll watch you die
I'll watch you die
I'll watch you die
Don't have much time
I'll watch you die
I'll watch you die


I WANT TO DIE

( ft the throat goat himself @genericsongs6 )

Remember when we first met
I saw you light up a cigarette
And I watched you inhale, eyes filled with awe
I wanted to be you, look awesome and all
But now that you've left, all I have's an addiction
You caused me to break down, gave me an affliction
Now

I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a cancer in my lungs
And it's not alright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Left me aching in my heart
And I continue to cry

Did you ever think about me
It's not tabacco, but your love that I need
To keep me going, but you just fucked up
Continued yelling, my love was not enough
Why do you, keep screaming
The doubts they keep on seeding
And I think I'll hate you forever
Because you'll always never
Think that

I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a cancer in my lungs
And it's not alright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Made me keep on counting clocks
And I'm out of time

[Generic]
I wanna know why
You can't be here with me now
Left with my own vice
Pulling away from my life
I wanna know why
You can't be here with me now
Left with my own vice
Pulling away from my life

I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a cancer in my lungs
And it's not alright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Left me aching in my heart
And I continue to cry
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Got a tumor in my brain
And it causes such a fright
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna die
Made me keep on counting clocks
And now I'm out of time

smokers luv (ft Generic)

You're so revolting
My soul bleeds through my eyes
You are the worst
When you're talking to nice guys
You are the whole to my
Empty soul
I don't think I can see it
Maybe that's why

KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
NOW THERE'S NOTHING LEFT
OF THEM
KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
NOW THERE'S NO BRIDGE
TO AMEND

You're so revolting
My soul bleeds through my eyes
You are the worst
When you're talking to nice guys
You are the whole to my
Empty soul
I don't think I can see it
Maybe that's why

I need gun to
kill my friends
If nobody loves me
I'm happy to end
My life is afixed
With tragic picks
Of wanting better
With the wrongest mix

KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
NOW THERE'S NOTHING LEFT
OF THEM
KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
YOU'RE SUCH A THANKLESS
DEGEN
KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
NOW THERE'S NO BRIDGE
TO AMEND
KILL THEM ALL
KILL THEM ALL
WHY THE LONG FACE
YOU'RE NOT MY FRIEND


Kill them all

I promise I can sing okay without layered vocals guys, I swear


What a beautiful broken soul
Is that why you came after me
Hey can I come and hang myself at your place
My ceiling is far too weak
What an earnest attempt at grieving
I don't know what I'd do without your lead
My brain is so hung up on shit
They all scream no and I'm taking my leave

There's barely any life left to live
I'm always holding truths
I'm so fucking retarded
You think that it sucks and I think that it sucks too
But you're not the one who insists that
It's good to keep on loving you
Oh what a great old mistake
Living at nowhere there's nothing to do!

Do you ever feel like someone you shouldn't be
They bury your bones in your seat
And I think for it hurts my feeble brain
You've always been such a nobody!

can I come over and hang myself at your place

Another wasted night
All alone
I have wasted my life
Stuck at home
Call me hikikomori
Because this is my story
Lonely boy without a lover
To call his own

I write what I write
It's all fucking shit
I'll end myself if I don't quit
Writing this hell
Songs about killing myself

(Another wasted night
All alone
I have wasted my life
Stuck at home
Call me hikikomori
Because this is my story
Lonely boy without a lover
To call his own)

Call me hikikomori
Because this is my story
Call me hikikomori
Because this is my story
Call me hikikomori
Because this is my story
Call me hikikomori
Because this is my world

i should stop writing songs about how im going to kill myself

It was the worst time
In my life to be afraid
Turned down by your wrath
Made you feel so renegade
You're hurting me just like
You try to hurt yourself
It seems like something
you can't hide within your health

Instant Gratification
They call me Rattification
Got beady eyes, a little snout
And I don't know what you're talking about

This is my
This is my
This is my
Last resort
This is my
This is my
This is my
Last resort
This is my
This is my
This is my
Last resort
This is my
This is my
My perfect
Last resort

Rattification

There's this girl who I know
Asked her "where should I go?"
She said life is upsetting
I think my life is depressing me down

Life's a runaway bride
Your brain is so gentrified
There's nobody I would miss
If I just pissed off and died
Want a house and little boat
Doing good for society
But my dreams will never float
I got major  anxiety

I don't know what I want
In life
I'll always be the one who
Lies

There's this girl who I know
Asked her "where should I go?"
She said life is upsetting
I think my life is depressing me down

I don't know what I want
In life
I'll always be the one who
Lies
My death will come as no
Surprise
As you laugh at me
I cry

my dreams have died just like my future

Сатирический трэш-панк с примесью индастриала и нойза.
Политический протест, панк-энергия и мрачный юмор против культа власти.

Жанры: punk, trash punk, industrial, noise, satire, political

Текст:

Пусть беззубые слова вылетают изо рта.
По привычке улыбаясь вылетаю из окна
Как прекрасна моя родина 
Убившая меня

По асфальту растекаясь
По стене сползаю вниз
Сквозь решётки прорываясь
Рассыпаюсь на карниз

Злые волки меня ели, но немного не доели
Я повесился на ели, чтобы люди охуели
Я собрал свои останки 
Разложил в пустые банки
Но потеряна душа
Очень долго я искал
В голове кружится смог
я себя найти не смог
Вдыхаю белый порошок.
Ну здравствуй бог.

Как бездушна моя родина любившая меня
Как бездушна моя родина любившая меня

На поминках будущего
Выпили за прошлое
Закусили сегоднящним днём
Видимо завтра мы умрём.

Привык просыпаться в бетонной клетке
Ездить куда-то в консервной банке
Считать копейки в приложении банка
Рассыпаться на части после каждой пьянки...
Где-то на ютубе улыбаются обезьянки)

Как беззуба моя родина проклявшая себя
Как беззуба моя родина проклявшая себя
Как беззуба моя родина проклявшая себя
Как беззуба моя родина проклявшая себя

Занавеска упала с зеркала
Моя судьба сегодня тверкала
На глаза не положили монеты люди верующие в приметы.
Завернули меня в целофан, вероятно это все обман.
Как привычна моя родина обнявшая меня...

Родина

People say you're shit
And we're out of time
I think they want you to quit
And I know perfectly why
Try invest stocks
Into internet rock
It's just the tunes they suck
Is that a crime

Thank God
My guts
Will never be
A wojak
It's not
My rot
Never fucking
worth that

I think the ego's
Too big to ignore
Want to connect
But you call her a whore
She says your through
And she calls you a jew
Even if she knew
There's nothing more

Thank God
My guts
Will never be
A wojak
It's not
My rot
Never fucking
worth that

never be a wojak

Манифест разрушенного человека и одновременно портрет целой страны. Алкоголь, пустота, телевизор, парады и кровь — бытовой ад превращается в ритуал. Панк без надежды, исповедь меланхолика, крик в тишину.

Manifest of a broken man and at the same time a portrait of an entire country. Alcohol, emptiness, television, parades and blood — everyday hell turns into a ritual. Punk without hope, a melancholic’s confession, a scream into the void.

Текст:

Я сердитый, злой алкоголик,
У меня вместо сердца — нолик.
У меня внутри — темнота,
У меня немеет душа.

Но я в неё не верю,
Я вообще ни во что не верю.
Пульт от телика давно потерян —
Я растерян,
Растрёпан,
Распят на кресте — я такой же, как все.

Я пытаюсь гореть в темноте.
Я хотел бы быть верным себе,
Но плыву по теченью, как все…
Я плыву, утопая в вине.
Я сердитый, злой алкоголик,

Типичный меланхолик.
Внутри — тошнота,
Это рвётся наружу — душа.
Выгрызается наружу душа,
Вырывается наружу душа.

Я смываю её в унитаз, как всегда,
Потому что иначе нельзя.
Так не принято — здесь и сейчас, никогда!
Никогда я не буду нормальным,
Никогда — не шагать мне маршем
Никогда — не идти мне строем.

Почему-то всегда мне в другую сторону,
Пеплом посыпаю себе голову...
Голова болит — мир в пизду летит.
Голова болит — мир в пизду летит.
Голова болит — мир в пизду летит.
Голова болит...

Страна чекистов, мечта воров,
Казарма — окоп — пулю получил в лоб.
Бежал по кругу — попал в квадрат,
Стандартная жизнь — крысиный яд.
Добро пожаловать в ад!!!

Города горят — это наш парад.
Прокурор отправляет наряд,
Матери хоронят солдат...
Я бухаю, немного думскролю.
Я в этой жизни всего лишь алкоголик...

Просто мимо проходил,
Что-то взглядом зацепил — и себе стакан налил.

Сердитый и злой

«ЦЕЛУЙ» — это приказ, превращённый в абсурд.
Гимн поклонения, доведённый до панковской крайности.
Шум, злость и гротеск превращают банальное слово в символ насилия и подчинения.

Мой респект Шевчуку.
Этот трек — саркастический ритуал, где любовь к власти звучит как издевка, а поклонение становится карикатурой.

Текст:

Путина люби - целую жопу

Целуй

2 steps forward. 1 step back.

the very bottom of the barrel when it comes to both musical skill and social interaction. if SoundCloud recommended me to you, I am deeply sorry

WHO THE F IS JAK RAVEN

singer-songwriter / musician / music artist / producer / poet

Kremlin Band — музыкально-политический панк-арт-проект. 

Моя попытка пережить безумие, которое называют реальностью.

Тексты — Илья Меркурьев. Музыка и голос — нейрогенерация.

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Kremlin Band is a musical-political punk art project. 

My attempt to survive the madness they call reality.

Lyrics — Ilya Merkuryev. Music and vocals — neural generation.

IM2BRKN is a rebellious rockstar who doesn’t care about the rules. Born to rage, his sound is the collision of trap metal, distorted beats, and raw emotion. He’s not here to fit in—he’s here to break down barriers, smash expectations, and make music that reflects the chaos of the world around him.

Fueled by rebellion, introspection, and a “no-holds-barred” attitude, IM2BRKN is an artist who thrives in the underground scene. His tracks are like anthems for those who’ve been pushed to the edge, embracing the darkness while daring to break free. With influences from Kill Zero, Ayce Comet, Slutty Sonny, Broly500!, and the raw, early works of XXXTentacion, his music is aggressive, visceral, and unapologetic.

IM2BRKN’s sound isn’t for the faint of heart. It’s for the people who don’t care about conforming, who love to rage, and who are ready to break all the rules. He’s a rockstar in the truest sense—untamed, rebellious, and never afraid to speak his truth. His music is a rallying cry for those who are done playing by society’s rules. If you’re looking for the soundtrack to your rebellion, IM2BRKN is your guide.

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