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Revolt & Resolve [LP]

by Jack Cookson

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GOTO GOSUB I heard Jack perform this live recently as part of his set at The Lights in Andover. In a time of social media "celebrities" who don't know the meaning of hard work, there will always be a place in my heart for good, honest live music. It was a pleasure to meet you after the event, Jack - please keep up the good work. Favorite track: Old Chapels O' Stone.
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Salty Sea Hag Every couple months I get VERY into this album and get drunk and listen to it a lot so ty it has helped me thru a lot Favorite track: Defect in Retrospect.
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1.
Nebraska 03:39
There's a strange serenity in walking down a road barely touched by man's feet; aside a jet black river, coloured by the lights of the street and the infamous absence of the big old sun. I've got Nebraska in my ears, what's behind is in my fears. I've never so much in my nineteen years missed the warm wet feeling of tears. Running down my face and running down my mind, like when rubber hits the road casting out dust behind. Tail lights disappear across the star spread sky, and I just keep on walking, walking by, with Nebraska in my ears. What's behind is in my fears. I've never so much in my nineteen years missed the warm wet feeling of tears.
2.
You can cry all night or sleep all day. Drink, curse and fight, or simply run away, but after all that happens between sun and moon; judgement will be passed on you, pretty damn soon. I'm not saying it's too late, 'cause apparently there's a way to redeem yourself and lose your fate and avoid that price to pay but when you hear this song, please don't turn away; guilt and shame is written all over your face, when you hear this song, please hear what I say. No, no, no, don't call me a preacher of hell fire and brimstone, for I too grow weaker by the day - and I'm feeling far from worthy of his high golden throne, let alone the cold hard pews of old chapels o' stone. You can cry all night or sleep all day, drink curse and fight, or simply run away but when you hear this song, please hear what I say; guilt and shame is written all over my face. When you hear this song, please don't turn away. No, no, no, don't call me a preacher of hell fire and brimstone, for I too grow weaker by the day - and I'm feeling far from worthy of his high golden throne, no let alone the cold hard pews of old chapels o' stone. You can feel it in your bones, can't you? A taste of sweet salvation running through you. Could you take a second to answer me why, oh why Why can't I?
3.
Don't set my place or save my chair for the weight of what's passed still ain't outta my hair. I have grown so damn malformed, and mutilated, those things I've done have devastated my friends, strangers and my own mind too. And I am asking will I feel better when I get some sleep? You know I'm struggling with that concept of what you sow, you reap. And there's only so much sin a man can take before he thinks he'll up and leave to start again, and tonight I think that man just might be me. But before you know it, there you are again fucking 8 o'clock in the morning, with the place where your head used to stand replaced by your guilt. And I am asking will I feel better once I get some sleep? You know I'm struggling with that concept of what you sow, you reap. I think I turned over one too many new leaves that year They're brown and rotten falling to the ground.
4.
Demons 03:53
I've got demons in my head, got demons in my head, got demons in my head, they are my daily bread. I wish I had my brain instead. I wish I had my brain instead. I can't walk away my blues, can't walk away my blues, I can't walk away my blues I can't turn them loose 'cause I've found there's demons in my shoes. I've found there's demons in my shoes. 'Cause as long as I sin, those demons always win. As long as I sin, those demons always win. So ignore the words I speak, Satan's made my voice weak and now I'm hanging on for dear life. So ignore the words I speak, Satan's made my voice weak, and now he's tapping on that window pane in my mind; rendered insane. Well one of these days, one of these days, said one of these days I will get life right, I'll start bouncing my eyes off every pretty thing in sight. I swear to you I will see some light. But until then I'm just stuck in this skin and bone pigpen, victim to the tricks of six sixty six. 'Cause as long as I sin, those demons always win. Well as long as I sin, those demons always win. So ignore the words I speak, Satan's made my voice weak and now I'm hanging on for dear life. So ignore the words I speak, Satan's made my voice weak, and now he's banging on that window pane in my mind; rendered insane. I think he's gonna break through. So ignore the words I speak, Satan's made my voice weak and now I'm hanging on for dear life. So ignore the words I speak, Satan's made my voice weak, and now he's tapping on that window pane in my mind. He's banging on that window pane in my mind. He's broken through that window pane in my mind; rendered insane.
5.
I don't know a lot about where I'm going, and neither what love really is. What kind of a person I'm supposed to be, and who the role-model to follow is. Oh no, oh no. And I've never really had a best friend, but no real enemies either. But I have had the odd burning hate for a man 'cause he had one more slice than I did. The truth be told, I wish I could see just how many more twists in the road there could be, for I'm lost with no map or even the dimmest star, and you never said it would be like this. I've never known how to tell, let alone how to choose my head from my heart - but what the hell do you expect me to do when it's my flesh I'm a sore slave to? When I can only see it as a fifth over a fourth, and a sweet n' shimmering minor seventh making pretty girls well up, or maybe to make those people of faith feel like there's something there. The truth be told I wish I could see, just how many more twists in the road there could be, for I'm lost with no map or even the dimmest star, and you never said it would be like this. No, you never said it would be like this.
6.
I'm overwhelmed by the pelt of my past. It's a ship in a storm aboard which I cling to the mast. I'm cursed to roam these decks and I think "what if", 'cause the heights of your crow's nest scared me stiff. Nostalgic flame burned bright behind my eyes, on nights like these under crescent moon lit skies. It's easy to forget flame's not without a burn, half my memories reduced to ash in a sealed urn. Do you remember the days when I could remember every word you said? Yeah, me neither. I guess the difference between then and now is my new found ability to turn around, though I can't quite suss in my crumbling brain why so many of these turns are made in vain, and I am crippled by the fear that I'm wasting my youth, and my thoughts just bleed when I try to find some truth. I can't stop staring at this half empty cup. I want to make something of this before my time is up. Well, do you remember the days when I could remember every word you said? Yeah, me neither. Now I know I could never learn more from a record than in school. I'm sorry Springsteen but I'm not that much of a naive fool. But in a song, I did learn of the sickness of sentiment, and all of the weakness that comes in feeling content. With what's past I can't disconnect, there's so much defect in retrospect.
7.
Our skin is paper thin, we've a beating heart within, and there's this glue on our chests babe, I'm stuck to you. It's a trick the head plays on a calloused but cracking heart - an illusion there of love to make me curse those above. When the night is through, and now I guess the afternoon, when I pull away from you I will lose little piece of my mind. I'll take a page from your book, and close it in my mine, you'll do the same. But there's no one to blame in the mismatch of these two plots. "I feel one with the stone I'm sat upon" she said, as the North Sea tide teased the sand under the sun-red sky. It seems we can only ever stand up for ourselves on the wrong foot, and you can resolve all you want but you will revolt until you're left asking why - that when the night is through, and I guess the afternoon. When I pull away from you I will lose a little piece of my mind. And I'll take a page from your book, and close it in my mine, you'll do the same. But there's no one to blame in the mismatch of these two plots. You'll take a slip of your story and with that pretty hand put it in mine, I'll do the same. But who to point the finger to and who knows what to do, if you and I just ain't meant to be? But I used to think it could be a comfort, for you, and to me, to confide in the tide and run our hands through the sand, and know that deep desperate blue was the tie that bound our shores. And I'll take a page from your book, and close it in my mine, you'll do the same. But there's no one to blame in the mismatch of these two plots. I'll take a page from your book, and close it in mine, you'll do the same. But there'll be no one to blame there, no one to blame, it's always the fucking same with no one to blame, there'll be no one to blame in the mismatch of these two plots.
8.
She Was 02:32
She was a juice shaker. She wasn't a worrier. She was a childless mother, but not for much longer. She was a young driver. She was a hard worker. She was a hundred percent, when I was about thirty five. She was a lover, she loved like no other, she'd never loved before, but she was great. And when she laid down she thought she looked fat, but she was far from that. But she had to be the mouse, when I clawed like a cat. She wasn't a speaker, but she was a thinker. She was a giver, when all I could do was take. She was a sister. She was a daughter too. She couldn't be my wife, but I guess that's just life. She couldn't sing, but she could dance. She was Vivian, and I was Cash. And I do hope that she's still a forgiver. And after all these sorry's and my selfish fits, we could sit on those stones again and watch the North Sea roll in.

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Produced, engineered and mixed by Jack Cookson.
Additional drum engineering by Benjamin Tucker.
Additional mixing & organ engineering by Josiah Manning.
(momentum-studios.com)

Mastered by Peter Miles at Middle Farm Studios.
(petermiles.com)

Artwork by Grace Wake.
(gracewakeillustration.tumblr.com)

Recorded between Fairview Studios (Plymouth), the Hollies (Bristol), Mutley Baptist Sanctuary (Plymouth), Broad Quay Studios (Bristol), Momentum Studios (Plymouth), Nordkamp Basement (Cuxhaven), Frenchay 1N95 (Bristol) & Tucker's mum's living room (Plymouth).

Ben Hatfield - drums on 2, cymbal sample on 7
Josiah Manning - Hammond organ on 2
Vicky Butterfield - additional vocals on 2
Benjamin Tucker - drums on 3, snare sample on 7
Calvin Thomas - additional vocals on 3
Benny Howells - drums on 4
Jim Stewart - kick skin sample on 7
Jack Cookson - everything else

Special thanks to Calvin Thomas, Sydney Christie, Zoe Alker & Ieuan Williams - you were all so very helpful.

Dedicated to the memory of Matthew Bone.

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released February 24, 2015

℗ 2015 Jack Cookson

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