1. |
Off the Team
04:00
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You only talk to me when you’re down
When your man is not around
Go on and tell me again how I’m wrong you’re not stringing me along
We’re “hanging out”
We slur pet names
Though I remain in a stimu-less domain
I was convinced I wasn’t chained by your charm
You said it first that "there’s a flame"
But he’s the one in the pictures you frame
You know I always take the bait
Count the scars
Oh so it’s me who’s feeling stale
Big surprise on a coin I play tails
If three’s a crowd what is four?
Now I’m counting more
You only talk to me when you’re down
When your man is not around
Go on and tell me again how I’m wrong you’re not stringing me along
I’ve only touched this love on page
But it’s a trick I'm a conditional phase
I’ve laid it out and nothing’s changed
I’m at odds
My days are shadowed by the shame
I’ve doubled down on this con-traction-less chase
No fingers out No ones to blame
So you’ve taught
Oh so it’s me who feeling stale
Big surprise I’m the last you unveil
If three's a crowd what is four?
Now I’m counting more.
You only talk to me when you’re down
When your man is not around
Go on and tell me again how I’m wrong you’re not stringing me along
You only talk to me when you’re down
When you crave your second round
Go on and tell me again how I’m wrong you’re not stringing me along
Go on and tell me again
Go on and tell me again
No drop of doubt I’m walking clean
I’m calling quits I’ve paid the fee.
No bother reaching out to me
I’m signing out I’m off the team
(X2)
You only talk to me when you’re down
When your man is not around
Go on and tell me again how I’m wrong you’re not stringing me along
You only talk to me when you’re down
When you crave your second round
Go on and tell me again how I’m wrong you’re not stringing me along
Can you tell me again?
Can you tell me again?
That’s it
I’m done
I’m off
Off the team
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2. |
Dirty Dan
04:28
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Wears the same green coat from 99’
With a low flat rate he’s on your side
Binders filled with pictures and tapes Evidence that proves who’s “insane"
Gets the job well done
Sports no degree
And he stands for one
Reps no institution
With his wooden gun he’ll bring you restitution
Till his job is won and wrapped to a conclusion
He’s watching you and all your naughty moves
He says:
You breathing incarnate damnations I’ve seen your wretched ways
Your Instant gratifications have brought the end of days
He stalks four blocks back with vigilance
Smokes his home grown clove cigarettes
A daily crossword sharpens his mind
Lives his life by body time instincts never leave him blind
Sewed his tear ducts shut back In 95’
And he stands for one
Reps no institution
With his wooden gun he’ll bring you restitution
Till his job is won and wrapped to a conclusion
He’s watching you and all your naughty moves
He says:
You breathing incarnate damnations I’ve seen your wretched ways
Your Instant gratifications have brought the end of days (x2)
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3. |
Tired of Love
05:13
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Tired Of Love
Taking it in
It was mutual
Well ain’t that convenient
While you lie in your bed an empty room attracts your inner-demons
What did you share
And what was only crafted in your head
Nothing is fair
Vivid sound mosaics of what you said
Are you tired of love?
Or
Are you tired you’re not what you dreamed of?
Modern vows oh what are they worth anymore?
Are you tired of love?
He’s taking the blame
She don’t find it fair insists she failed to communicate
But he pushed her away
So simple a play to press the pain down to a cliche.
What did you share?
What was only crafted in your mind?
Nothing is fair
Plastic all the laughter and the good times
Are you tired of love?
Or
Are you tired you’re not what you dreamed of?
Modern vows oh what are they worth anymore?
Are you tired of love? (x2)
Months mornings are stunned yet extended while touring how it all ended
Or am I off have you already mended?
Who came on top or at least who’s pretending?
New dates, old tastes, a maze of ways
to prove who’s sane to pass the days
What ever works go on follow your fire
Just know they’re not what you desire
Are you tired of love?
Or
Are you tired you’re not what you dreamed of?
Modern vows oh what are they worth anymore?
Are you tired of love? (x2)
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4. |
Patterns
04:35
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Humid night
Lips are feeling dry
How unique only our fourth rewrite
I’m not heading home
Hate to be alone
When I’m with you I’m sensational
Former words we won't bring to light
Cause private thoughts shared aren’t always kind
I’m not heading home
Hate to be alone
When I’m with you I’m sensational
Where’s the magic movies make their millions on?
Cue a catchy chorus and the doubts withdraw
I’m not heading home
Hate to be alone
When I’m with you I’m sensational
A friendly voice
Sentimental skin
Carves our choice
Has us crave commitment
I’m not heading home
Hate to be alone
When I’m with you I’m sensational
Where’s the magic movies make their millions on?
Cue a catchy chorus and the doubts are gone
I’m not heading home
Hate to be alone
When I’m with you I’m sensational
Patterns; strike a strange reaction
Patterns; replicates the passion I’m feeling tonight
Patterns; strike a strange reaction
Patterns; replicates attraction it almost feels right
Another kiss another round we’re nothing close to once we found
Another dance another round fear we’re the best we’ll find in town
Our past is the poison
The remedy’s rare
Our fable start over
is losing it’s flare
Where’s the magic movies make their millions on?
Cue a catchy chorus and the doubts are gone
I’m not heading home
Hate to be alone
When I’m with you I’m sensational
Or are we comfortable?
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5. |
Carry Me
05:17
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Often staring out a window
Feeling static I’m an addict for the past
Wondering where all the days go
Time is agile while it’s fragile as a glass
I look for you in a crowded room
Though your two thousand miles away
We grew up fast
I hear your laugh
But like a scar it fades
Can you carry me?
Can you carry me-
to fragmented dreams for a dance?
When the thrill is gone
Is there moving on?
Can the undertow grant us a second chance?
A memory can stunt the daytime
You’re on your feet then on your knees in a sweat
The heads a hazard filled with landmines
There’s no logic for nostalgic regret
I look for you in a crowded room
Though you’re two thousand miles
Nothing lasts
A written fact
We can't retract our fate
Can you carry me?
Can you carry me-
to fragmented dreams for a dance?
When the thrill is gone-
Are you moving on?
Are lives all determined by past romance?
We fantasized our future days convinced ourselves we'd fight through come what may
Foolishly promised our hearts
We'd split apart we'd meet again believed we make beginnings from our end
Have you thought of us lately-
What was ours?
Can you carry me?
Can you carry me-
to fragmented dreams for a dance?
When the thrill is gone is there moving on?
Can the undertow grant us a second chance?
Can you carry me?
Can you carry me-
to fragmented dreams for a dance?
Now the thrills are gone look who’s moving on
We'll cease to share more than this glance
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Jack of Hearts Brooklyn, New York
@jackofheartsbk
Jack of Hearts is:
- Jackson Perrin: Vocals
- Jennifer
Giammanco: Bass
- Maxwell Schroeder: Guitar
- Lex Nordlinger: Drums
For booking and additional information, please contact:
Jackofheartsbk@gmail.com
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