Jacknife

by Screech Owls

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02:54
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02:21

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released December 15, 1995

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Screech Owls :

Matthieu Maurel : vocals, guitars
Brieuc Maurel : drums
Hervé Lemaitre : guitars, bv's
Christophe Paillette : bass

Additionals:
Florent Barbier : bv's on 1, guitar on 3
Gene Clarksville : harpsychord & piano on 1, organ on 3
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Songs 1 & 4 written by Matthieu Maurel - Hervé Lemaitre
Songs 2 & 3 written by Matthieu Maurel
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Recorded @ Acces Digital (Rouen, France) in February 1994

Engineer : François Casays
Mixing : François Casays, Florent Barbier, Jérôme Soligny (#1)
Production : François Casays, Florent Barbier, Screech Owls
Mixing & Mastering : François Casays
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Track Name: Jack The Ripper
Jack was the way they called me
Don't you know what it means
Let me jog your memory
About what happened in Whitechapel

There was a kind of terror in whorehouses
Which came back at midnight, every night
The next morning they found out a body torn to shreds
Say what you bloody well like, it was skimped

Ah, ah, ah
I'm not a surgeon
Even so I can do my job
I'm not a roadsweaper
I don't have to wash
I'm not a scrapdealer

These crimes recurred as often
As the whores got coned
Everytime only stayed their bones
The police made no headway and I didn't care
My name was on all lips in the city
Some witnesses claimed to have seen me prowling 'bout the streets
In a royal carriage of her Majesty
Nobody knew where it did come from
Anyway all roads lead to Rome

Ah, ah, ah
I'm not a surgeon
Even so I can do my job
I'm not a roadsweaper
I don't have to wash

One day I was fed up with it
And I denounced some guy to the Police
It made no doubt for them that he was their man
Pray for this poor fellow, he wallows in jail

Even so I can do my job
I don't have to wash
I'm not a scrapdealer

I'm just Jack The Ripper
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Track Name: Ripperland
Somewhere in the deepest Ripperland
Buried in the hollow of your hands
All the sprites a re coming back
When all the children begins to sleep tight

We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the golden, nice den of Scarecrowl
We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the delight dream

This story happened one winter night
In the holy kingdom of the Tawny cat
Everybody there was fond of him
Except his enemy the sickly Swift

We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the golden, nice den of Scarecrowl
We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the delight dream

If you take a look at this story
You may think the verses are too easy
Keep in mind a Scarecrowl hero is something to be

We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the golden, nice den of Scarecrowl
We need a brand new hero, Scare -
Crawl into the delight dream
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Track Name: Cry
In the streets of illusions
In the streets of despair
In the streets of commotion
In the streets of pain

When the lights have disappeared
When you're ready to be feared
Now you can hear their heartbeats

They're not animals
Nor either Screech Owls
They're just some outlaws
Lost in the maze of the laws

And we all know they're crying
In so many other countries
And we all know they're dying

Cry your own life
Die on this lullaby

Could I tell you lies
No you're not so blind
Could I shut my mouth
Could I burn my mind

I won't let you misunderstood
As stupid as this story could be
Now it's time to remove your hood

Cry your own life
Die on this lullaby
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Track Name: Lies Dealing
Conversation with myself
But everyday spent is the same
Why everything is not like we want it ?

Payin' all the invoices
And running into another thing
I won't keep on playing dogs body

By dint of running, I feel dreadfully dizzy
For donkey's years, I've learnt how to think twice

I always get into a slanging match
When I'm stating the game's rules are not quite right
I can't stop wondering why they keep me in the dark

Ride me out
Of this town
And take a look at people dancing all alone

By dint of running, I feel dreadfully dizzy
For donkey's years, I've learnt how to think twice