SOFT

by JACK BUCK

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SOFT is a clear vinyl 7" packaged in clear acrylic
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released 01 June 2013

Recorded by Daniel Ruder in Webster University Studio A
Mastered by Jason Ward at Chicago Mastering Service
Acrylic by Steven Sebastian
Designs by Jack Buck
Thanks to Shana Amanda Katy Adam and Alan
New Tongues Coward Bald Eagle Fake Limbs

2013

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JACK BUCK St Louis, Missouri

In summary: Jack Buck is a freight train made out of jagged bits of rusty metal detritus that you'd normally find in a forest that is operated by a man who refuses to learn how to use more modern detritus-based freight trains because he's stuck in his ways and doesn't want to embarrass himself if he was placed in a different situation and frankly no one needs to take his dignity like that. ... more

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Track Name: Proud Mary
Momma had a fever when dropping her out
She kept it boiling in her veins across Atlantic waves

The hunger immigrant went straight to the kitchen
Stuffing the rich and feeding them her shit

The hunger immigrant went straight to the kitchen

It’s too damn late

Next time she’ll go too far
But this time she set the bar

She rolls
Rolling eyes rolling down the river

The fever coming on back
The rose blooms on the chest off the bloom
The guts cry in distress, the help breathe their last breaths

Hold hands say grace lay down decease

Mary Mary get a new plan
Mary Mallon back to the main land

Rolling eyes rolling pins

The hunger immigrant went back to the island

Then 25 in bed one night, and 22 would see the light

Stubborn veins still weaponized
Separated bodies and bile
Bodies and lives

Hold hands say grace lay down decease


Mary Mary
Get back on your island

What have we learned today

You weren’t the killer that you seem to be you hear me
We all now know your recipe
It's easy
Track Name: Slave Driven
It makes good sense
This mutiny

We take ourselves back
In turn we’re freed

There’s only one of him and we’ll be dead anyway

So much for the land you don’t understand either way we’re going down

We’re going down and it’s not OK
The night is younger and old shackle steel we’ll break
And turn on heel

So fight for the chance

Am I making sense (you sad saps)

Or just blowing wind either way

Stop whipping yourself says the voice in the back of the boat (You’ve been released)

Failure ain’t really an option tonight my friend

I’m leaning towards holding this man overboard by the neck (You’ll be home soon)

If anyone of you has an issue with that let’s have it out right now

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before
Land Ahoy

We’re going back but we need his head
Take him to our promised land

Stroke gentleman
Stroke with me

We’re going to need him
Or we could just read the sky

We’re going home