In Loving Memory of oosi Lockjaw

by Hezekiah Jones

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1.
I smart , I’m stinging all over now Well some parts are ringing all through the night Destroying our second sight Monotony swallows up the light Destruction For Kill it all The Dark Hearts Out Let it Fall You hear it call The Khomeini says, The Khomeini says There’s a Dark Heart holding you The Khomeini says, The Khomeini says There’s a Dark Heart holding you You hear it call You hear it call I can’t switch back to a former thought Well entrance long brute stint of cooling off Destroying our second thoughts Monotony swallows up the lost Destruction for Till it all The spark don’t doubt Don’t build a wall You hear it call The Khomeini says, The Khomeini says There’s a dark heart holding you, The Khomeini says, The Khomeini says There’s a dark heart holding you You hear it call You hear it call
2.
Go Cat Fall 02:30
He’s a run down go cat fall, I’m the sit down stay cat small Run away dear, away dear, make your house cat stray Let’s be here dear and clear dear, roll away, roll away the leaves You can’t keep a dog on a rolling swollen train, could creep a dog on a crawling cargo plane Come here dear here dear, your dog’s not in the way Let’s be here dear and clear dear, roll away, roll away the leaves Keep a hamster trap ‘neath a cozy kitchen couch, keep quite low, you’ll scare away the mouse Set a trap here, twice there, well four we have the house Let’s be here dear and clear dear, roll away, roll away the leaves Keep a corn­fed pony on a sixth wishing string, cause it’s tiny you gotta tighten up the ring Pull the reins tight, not all might keep a gentle hand Not all bite, that’s quite right, roll away, roll away the leaves Pull the reins tight, not all might keep a gentle hand Not all bite, that’s quite right, well roll away, roll away the leaves Pull the reins tight, not all might keep a gentle hand Not all bite, that’s quite right, roll away, roll away the leaves Roll away, roll away the leaves
3.
I know you’re kind of strange cause you’re not really into the normal stuff You know you’re kind of weird when you’re not really into humans that much but If you’re gonna leave take me with you, I’m your son please If you’re gonna stay I’m gonna leave, write you letters...... Two hundred feet up hundred miles in The earth forgets her spin Ain’t it a sin when you been not listening When you go which wife you gonna curse your second or your first I know you love the blue globe but is she really coming back, you really think you know I don’t blame you, I could get away from some people too A message on fire, do you stay at sea level, pack your bags Hundred miles in two hundred feet up You’re not out of luck You’ve got corn to shuck, make fuel for the truck Is she really coming back Is she really coming back Do you stay at sea level If you’re gonna stay Do you stay at sea level Two hundred feet up hundred miles in The earth forgets her spin Ain’t it a sin when you been not listening In your hip flask, no matter what you have it’s not enough to last
4.
Burt Bacharach’s got nothing on you kid We heard about the cameos and the work you did Don’t go fessing up to things you claim are dead Everything that’s gone must be put to bed Your concourse is rippling like a bright red train Under swollen sun in a steaming rain In a desperate cold kicking of that turkey heading south Silence is the treatment for your mouth You can only turn a handle of an unlocked door Your misremembered lines makes your delivery a bore Is that you laughing or the way you choke What’s the point of fooling if you ain’t in on the joke Kirk Cameron is a hack compared to you If you don’t get that part then you’re getting screwed I’d sell your pictures at the beach in a booth Believe your brother is a pillar of the truth Everything about you is just screaming chairs On the music off the lights we’ll just stand and stare If I remind you of that son you never had I hope that doesn’t leave you feeling bad You can only turn a handle of an unlocked door Your misremembered lines makes your delivery a bore Is that you laughing or the way you choke What’s the point of fooling if you ain’t in on the joke
5.
Pittsburgh 01:01
Grey cast old Pittsburgh, father of the steaming coal To relay what’s misheard disingenuines the soul Leaves the knowing for the cold Breaks the bottle and the bowl These are things that I’ve heard on my way to or from lazing bout or getting done In Pittsburgh, I’ve never seen the sun in Pittsburgh
6.
A cornered black lake in an angry heart For no one’s sake but to tear you apart The more you fight, well the more you lose You dim your sight when you swallow the blues You wake up now you could cut your loss The no man’s land seems impossible to cross The more you stare through the cracks in the night Less chance you’ll be awake at first light Oh the wind curses you when it’s the mess that the squirrels make that bothers you Oh how the wind loves you when you open the doors and let it blow right through When you open the doors and let it blow right through I can’t stand the days without you here I get in the way, will I forget to care The more you’re here, well the more I am too I’ll let you steer with what’s inside of you Oh how the wind curses you when it’s the mess that the squirrels make that bothers you Oh how the wind loves you when you open the doors and let it blow right through When you open the doors and let it blow right through When you open the doors and let it blow right through When you open the doors and let it blow right through
7.
You can’t get redeemed with the silk of your skin I won’t be redeemed if I gave up on my sin I find no redemption at the end of this pen Like the soft slow redemption at the bottom of my gin Spare the twisted if you spare the saints, spare the no ones spare the ain’ts Spare the whiskey if you’re sparin’ the wine, spare the wicked spare the blind Spare the wicked spare the blind You’re a hungry ghost with a taste for your past Your appetites are backwards, you better change course fast A quick dry wash keeps a clean glass Where a holy rolling ocean needs a solid sailed mast What if you were to make it through your blasted ghost dive Come out the other end healthy and alive No one is spared on this planet that we spin The unfortunate redemption’s at the bottom of my gin Spare the twisted if you spare the saints, spare the no ones spare the ain’ts Spare the whiskey if you’re sparin’ the wine, spare the wicked spare the blind Spare the twisted if you spare the saints, spare the no ones spare the ain’ts Spare the whiskey if you’re sparin’ the wine, spare the wicked spare the blind Spare the wicked, spare the blind
8.
Houghton 00:52
Houghton in the snow and wind Stronger than it’s ever been Drawbridge, drawbridge, drawbridge Boating in my row and yak Looking up at the back Of drawbridge, drawbridge, drawbridge Heading up to your bridge house Heading up to your bridge house Heading up to your bridge house home Heading up to your bridge house Heading up to your bridge house Heading up to your bridge house home
9.
Bed and breakfast, we were all held captive you didn’t know it Maybe you weren’t and it was just me I was so scared, I hid all my clothes in a shed Stopped back to grab them when we fled We ran down to a road, through the woods off we drove Goodbye, goodbye strange dream, strange dream I think I killed him, slapped him in the face with a knife I wasn’t really trying but I think I took his life I was so scared, I grabbed the first thing that I saw Smacked that fucker full on in the jaw My brain, bye brain, my brain, bye brain Goodbye, goodbye strange dream, strange dream Heard some whispers, somewhere down to my left Couldn’t really hear, craned my neck and held my breath Who’s talking, there’s no one here, it’s just you oh my dear Goodbye, goodbye strange dream, strange dream
10.
He’s coming in to put pressure on his man Needs a bride with a borrowed heart, boiled words from the Koran Can you hold back the rhythm of my fists Hold me down, I kick and spit, deliver me a kiss And I say Oh, what if she hates me, she might think I’m crazy She won’t want to be with me And you say Oh, What if she loves you, been thinking of you Wants you around anyway Put me back in the ground my rest has been disturbed Shouldn’t be walking around out here, shouldn’t be mincing words Hold me up push me back I’m dying here of thirst My brain needs you like a ghost to relieve me of the worst And I say Oh, What if she hates me, she might think I’m crazy She won’t want to be with me And you say Oh, what if she loves, been thinking of you Wants you around anyway Wants you around anyway Wants you around anyway Wake her up just to dig into her chest Keep her from the dirt with another’s heart inside her breast And if love ain’t born inside that heart Would I give up on the character, keep up with the part And I say Oh, What if she hates me, she might think I’m crazy She won’t want to be with me And you say Oh, what if she loves, been thinking of you Wants you around anyway ....
11.
Toronto 00:41
Oh Toronto, northern we go Yes Toronto, sometimes covered in snow It’s cold in the winter, but we’re here in the summer It’s sometime after dinner, and you know that I want her In Toronto, why didn’t she go with me to Toronto
12.
Don’t let your chest cave in and leave you in doubt The storm rolling in just a storm rolling out Blow over blow over you’re making my head sore Blow over cold cover the skies have grown thick When the heart goes remiss and skin’s gone thick We’re bound to miss all the things that should stick Come over come over I’m bound to get lonely Come over Maid Mary I’m bound to get sick I guess it’s best to have and not want than to have and want But you see my point is that it gets so violent inside sometimes we lose our feet The way you split hairs who would speak their mind Anyone who cares well the walls up they find Cold shoulder cold shoulder, stop eating at your middle Cold shoulder foul roller, spit out your pits A case in point is the way I handled you Nothing I could say could remotely ring true Do over do over it’s bound to be painful Do over my winter it’s bound to make me sick I guess it’s best to have and not want than to have and want But you see my point is that it gets so violent inside sometimes we lose our feet The heart tries to hold all the pains of the past Grow old we go I hope the pains forget to last Bulldozer bulldozer stop running through the hedgerow Bulldozer damn rumbler we’re growing it thick Give over give over everything must go now Give over to get over what’s been making us sick Give over to get over what’s been making us sick Give over to get over what’s been making us sick

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released November 13, 2015

Daniel Bower: Drums, Percussion, Vocal

Raphael Cutrufello: Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Piano, Tack Piano, Toy Piano, Vocal, Wurlitzer Electric Piano,
Wurlitzer Organ

Philip D'Agostino: Brake Drum, Double Bass, Electric Bass, Rhodes Electric Piano, Vibraphone

Matthew Helm: Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Vocal

Brad Hinton: Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Electric Guitar, Lap Steel Guitar, Twelve String Electric Guitar,
Vocal, Whistle

Kiley Ryan: Cello, Fiddle, Vocal, Whistle

Andrew Lipke: Percussion, Piano, Vibraphone, Vocal, Wurlitzer Electric Piano

Jim Salamone: Fuzz Electric Guitar, Mandolin, Octave Piano, Percussion

Tom Bendel: Drums

Patrick Hughes: Trumpet

Annachristie Sadler: Vocal

Beatrice Sadler: Vocal

Cassandra Sadler: Vocal

Larry Toft: Trombone

Alison Wadsworth: Vocal

Maureen Cutrufello: "oosi, oosi, oosi"

Jon Low: Vibraphone Technician

Engineered by

Matt Muir with Matt Spitko at Kawari Sound
Andrew Lipke at The Record Lounge
Jon Low at Miner Street Recordings
Jim Salamone at Cambridge Sound Studios
Chris Dell'Osa & Raphael Cutrufello at Haverhouse

Mixed by

Jim Salamone at Cambridge Sound Studios
assisted by Todd Mecaughey
Brian McTear & Jon Low at Miner Street Recordings(Borrowed Heart)

Mastered by

Jim Salamone at Cambridge Sound Studios

Design, Layout, and Artwork by

Gregor Rowan

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Hezekiah Jones is a collection of Philadelphia-area artists orbiting around the songwriting talents of Raphael Cutrufello.

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