Tales of Addictive Games and Exotic Pets

by Kerry JK

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My World 04:14
My world is constructed as patterns form in rubble And as an impetus for improvisation My world is vast Conceivable in general terms But of infinite and fascinating complexity and variation. My world in conflict, but not always due to differences Opposing sides can quite often look the same My world is frightening Fear can be befriended But self-destruction is an addictive game Welcome to my world It's a good world It's our world Open your mind to this world It's a good world It's your world My world is confusing Some people find comfort in denial But then miss the wonder of the elephant in the room My world is a collage of peace and violence Progress and regression Tragedy and laughter My world is of today Yesterday exists, but not as I remember it And tomorrow will be different the day after.
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Ugly Doris 04:24
Way down deep beneath the sea Is where you'll find the folk like me I've got a glowing bud and a gurning smile And more teeth than a crocodile Around the warm volcanic jets Life's as precious as it gets Here you don't need no disguise 'Cause we ain't seen by judging eyes If you don't like us, you can go to hell We deal with pressure really well It may be dark and it may be cold But it ain't never old Way on down, out of sight Making culture in the night We don't need your approval to make us feel alright. Imagine my surprise one night When I was hit by a blinding light And there, in a shiny chrome tin can Was a hairy deep sea diver man He stopped and stared, then by and by He rose on up into the sky A few days later back he sank To shut me in a little tank If you don't like us, you can go to hell We deal with pressure really well It may be dark and it may be cold But it ain't never old Way on down, out of sight Making culture in the night We don't need your approval to make us feel alright. I don't know how much time has passed But now I'm looking through a wall of glass At a bunch of passing gawping creeps And the sign reads "Nightmares of the Deep". In other tanks around the room Are all my buddies in the gloom Freaks and weirdos on display And I'm "Ugly Doris". How's your day? If you don't like us, you can go to hell We deal with pressure really well It may be dark and it may be cold But it ain't never old Way on down, out of sight Making culture in the night We don't need your approval to make us feel alright.
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You want to be exciting and adventurous, but at no lifestyle cost to you So you collect exotic surrogates like animals in the zoo Get every flavour of humanity the mainstream media feeds to you But never follow down the rabbit hole... They're just animals in the zoo. Something interesting to view But with a wall between them and you 'Cause you don't know what they might do They're just animals in the zoo. Something interesting to view But with a wall between them and you Because you fear what they might do They're just animals in the zoo. Collect a friend from every culture, condition, class and sexuality But never in your inner circle, and no-where near your family They're so cute when they act like people With all the funny things they say and do And look at you, so noble, kind and caring for the animals in the zoo. Something interesting to view But with a wall between them and you 'Cause you don't know what they might do They're just animals in the zoo. Something interesting to view But with a wall between them and you Because you fear what they might do They're just animals in the zoo. Patronise and smile politely Hold forth on things you barely understand You're really free and open minded, so long as nobody makes demands. Let others suffer for identity, so you'll never have to Then seize the flag of victory from the animals in the zoo. . Something interesting to view But with a wall between them and you 'Cause you don't know what they might do They're just animals in the zoo. Something interesting to view But with a wall between them and you Because you fear what they might do They're just animals in the zoo.
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Herbie's annoying kid brother drives a car that's very small Not big at all But he's taken out the silencer and painted it with stripes He's a back-wipe With a double pipe Herbie's annoying kid brother kicks out exhaust fumes Like a chimney stack He's tearing the road with his great horsepower A thousand decibels at twenty miles per hour He could have made it at Le Mans If only in his dreams He revs it hard to whet his appetite At the traffic light Herbie's annoying kid brother drives an extension of his dick It shoots too quick He's a halfwit And I'm stuck right behind him Herbie's annoying kid brother's spoiler's larger Than the Hoover Dam It won't move for damn His faux Ferrari fender's filled with fetish fantasy petrol porn Herbie's annoying kid brother's trunk is full of junk Kicking out treble free wub-wub gunk Laxative bass, in your face! He could have made it at Brands Hatch If he wasn't such a loser He revs it hard to show that he's the man At the pelican Herbie's annoying kid brother drives an extension of his dick It shoots too quick He's a halfwit And I'm stuck right behind him.
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I could never love another the way that I loved you Even after all the sadness you put me through If I hadn't have been so deep in love I'd never have known just what I was capable of Now look at what you made me do. I broke the law today for the first time I broke the law today for the very first time I saw your head in between her thighs Then I saw a breadknife between her eyes I broke the law today for the first time I broke the law today for the first time I broke the law today for the very first time Such a cute body, such a pretty face I left them on a shelf in your trophy case I broke the law today for the first time And now the K.S.P. are gonna come for me Oh, honey, can't you see, they'll never leave me be Every day I'm gonna cry and pray Oh, why did it have to be this way? I broke the law today for the first time I broke the law today for the very first time I'm not a bad person, you know I'm not But when it comes to love, you're all I've got I broke the law today for the first time Now the national press will come to our address While the D.O.C. are taking care of me Tooth and nail they're gonna drag me to jail And they'll leave me all alone with my misery I broke the law today for the first time I broke the law today for the very first time I'll always love you, Darling, you know it's true Even though you ripped my heart in two I broke the law today for the first, and second, time.
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Bandsaw Suzie married young, against her parents' wishes But was devoted to her husband all her life He was the singer in a band that played around the tri-state area While Suzie stayed at home as loyal wife Bandsaw Suzie's husband's name was Bobby He was coveted by girls in every town They desired his rugged features and his college jock physique And Bobby didn't think it right to let them down. Bandsaw Suzie gave her all to Bobby Making house while he was out on tour She dressed up extra pretty when she knew he was returning And was waiting with a kiss by the front door Although she knew about her husband's indiscretions She dealt with them most philosophically: "Those groupies don't mean nothing. Bobby puts on quite the show But when it's all said and done, he comes back home to me". Then one day when she was cleaning Suzie happened upon something That would make her world come crashing down in tears Beneath a broken floorboard In a tattered cardboard box Was a stack of letters going back several years. They were love letters to Bobby from somebody Whose handwriting Suzie was sure she'd seen And their were pictures of her husband and this lady co-entwined With his handwritten notes declaring her his Queen. Bandsaw Suzie called in on a girlfriend She'd known from high school many years before When she returned back home later on that afternoon She dragged a cooler box through the back door. When Bobby came back from a trip to Loveland She was waiting for him strangely cheerfully She kissed him with a smile, took his hand and led him through the house She had something she wanted him to see. In the office was a cabinet where Bobby Kept memorabilia from his college football days She took him to the darkened room, sat him down, flicked on the lights And gave him just a moment to fix his gaze. From the box she had prepared an exhibition On the mirrored shelves of Bobby's trophy case Each photograph and letter was trickled crimson from the highest shelf Where a severed head and body parts took pride of place. Bobby gazed upon the scene in horror His Mistress dead! His wife, a murderess! That's when it dawned that she was standing right beside him With a serrated kitchen knife across her chest. Bobby cried out for forgiveness He confessed all that he'd done He could make things right, if only she would hear! "It's OK, honey", she replied "You know I'd never leave you". And then she slit him groin to throat and ear to ear. Bandsaw Suzie married young, against her parents' wishes To a man she last saw carved up in a chair Her Mother always warned her not to marry a musician But she was grateful for the married life they'd shared. Bandsaw Suzie's due to die tomorrow In Kentucky State Penitentiary She says she's looking forward to being reunited with her Bobby She refused to plead insanity.
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I made no cry for help I craved intensity I cut myself to pieces Out of curiosity I went right through despair And turned it into a game I stood at the precipice Scared that I was not afraid The darkness called to me From somewhere deep inside A willing sacrifice Or simply suicide? I stood against the stake And waited for the flames I gave myself completely To the game of games I dug myself a pit And wished somebody would fill me in I dreamed of resurrection Just to die over and over again I was Ophelia, bathing in the stream I was Sydney Carton, smiling at the guillotine.
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How can I trust my good intentions? Selfish motivations taint the desire to do what's right Each achievement comes with an asterix All the good things that I receive Are at somebody else's cost Standing on the shoulders of Ancestry Carrying the burden in my brain Entering from stage left, the villain Taking the blame again. I've always been willing to compromise But if you compromise too much You can never compromise enough So I had to learn to stand my ground Even if the ground that I stood Was on somebody else's hill Living from the evils of Ancestry Carrying the burden in my brain Entering from stage left, the villain Taking the blame again. And so I turned to a higher power To find comfort in humility Submit myself and all my faults Then it turned out that the higher power Was human just like me Standing on the shoulders of Ancestry Carrying the burden in my brain Entering from stage left, the villain Taking the blame again. Living from the evils of Ancestry Carrying the burden in my brain Entering from stage left, the villain Taking the blame again.
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You know everybody's motivation So much better than you know your own Preaching from a pedestal of Common Sense The only sense that you've ever known You know all about psychology Because you watched Derren Brown and flipped a magazine Now you think that you're better than everyone You're such a great judge of character You know me so well All that smug condescension can't be good for your health You think you've seen through the way I present But I'm not trying to be convincing I just want to be myself. If you want to fight for the side that's right You might not like what you see when you shine that light Because the truth hurts, the truth hurts. Beating out self-righteous words Ought to be careful where you wave that sword Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold Because the truth hurts the teller As well as the told. No truth is self-evident Whether by reason or religious zeal You're just looking for a dragon to fight Don't you just love the way that it feels? It's a Highlander mentality "There can be only one! You should all listen to me!" But you're really no different from anyone. Maybe you're wrong, maybe you're right You might not even know for sure when the end's in sight Before you go marching on another crusade Try not to think about the mess That your hero complex has made. If you want to fight for the side that's right You might not like what you see when you shine that light Because the truth hurts Don't you know that the truth hurts. Beating out self-righteous words Ought to be careful where you point that sword Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold Because the truth hurts the teller As well as the told Go forth and raise a mighty army Such a mighty army Such a huge army You're gonna raise a mighty army Such a mighty army You and whose army? If you want to fight for the side that's right You might not like what you see when you shine that light Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold The truth hurts the teller as well as the told Beating out self-righteous words Ought to be careful where you stick that sword Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold The truth hurts the teller as well as the told If you want to fight for the side that's right You might not like what you see when you shine that light Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold The truth hurts the teller as well as the told Beating out self-righteous words Ought to be careful where you poke that sword Weave yourself a blanket to keep out the cold The truth hurts the teller as well as the told Go forth and raise a mighty army Such a mighty army Such a huge army You're gonna raise a mighty army Such a mighty army You and whose army?
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Saint Virtue 02:36
Through rain and snow she'll be there She doesn't mind humiliation The more she has to go through The greater her claim to martyrdom Passers-by taunting her brimstone oration Saint Virtue stands alone With a book in her hand and a voice in her head She knows she must warn the people Of the fate that awaits them After they're dead. Not through sympathy Not through empathy Not through sisterly concern Does she spend her days Shouting at people to change their ways She's righteous Every religion begins with persecution Deep down she longs for the ridicule That helps her stake her claim to holiness She's not a cult, she's a messenger Saint Virtue stands alone With a book in her hand and a voice in her head She keeps herself going smiling over The fate that awaits them After they're dead.
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When eight days have passed our rest is no more The war calls us back to the trench Our prescence is desperately needed Without us all would be defeated But enough of this war, we can't take any more We don't want to march one more inch With sadness inside and tears in our eyes We must bid fond adieu to civilian life No trumpets, no drums Just feelings of dread We must get up and go Without losing our heads Farewell to life Farewell to love Farewell to you ladies all Now it's all over Finished, no more All is lost to this terrible war On the plateau at Craonne There in the mud We must all pay with blood For we are condemned Giving as sacrifice Eight days in the trench Eight days of suffering Still there is hope in our fear That armistice might come tonight Even as we stand waiting to fight Then through the darkness, a figure approaches The men salute as he draws near It's an infantry officer come to replace The soldiers who go to look death in the face In the night the rain lashes in waves The rifles are marching to their early graves Farewell to life Farewell to love Farewell to you ladies all Now it's all over Finished, no more All is lost to this terrible war On the plateau at Craonne There in the mud We must all pay with blood For we are condemned Giving as sacrifice It's sad to think in the city's grand streets The rich drink and party and lunch La Vie en Rose they are living While all that we have are misgivings Instead of partying all of you shirkers Should make your way down to the trench Protect your own property, for we have none We are the poor For us all joy is gone Our comrades are buried face down in the mud For the money and possessions of the great and the good Those with the coin get to go home again It's for them that the rest of us fall But no longer! Les troufions will go out on strike We will not die for you anymore Now it's your turn, all you great and the good To crawl in the trenches and die in the mud If you must make war pay for it with your own blood If you must make war pay for it with your own blood If you must make war pay for it with your own blood.
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This is a poem they don't want you to memorise You will not be required to answer questions on it Nor be expected to have any of your own. This poem does not demand exclusivity Of your intellectual curiosity or scholarly attention Your freedom of thought is enough This poem is technically invalid It contains no clever exploitation of syllabic forms, couplets, triplets, metaphor, simile, assonance or alliteration You may call it an unrhymed tercet if you must But expect resistance This poem was not written at the height of an empire Made great by conquest, oppression and slavery This poem will never be considered great This poem contains no stirring nationalism Pastoral comfort or Bohemian romanticism You may, or may not, consider yourself Moved. This is a poem they don't want you to memorise But feel free to do so if you wish And always ask questions of your own.
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Roots, rock, discotheque Politicians on the decks Shove your laptop up your arse Only manboys play guitar Pick a side, bunker down And find out who's the enemy now Music is worth more than this Divisions are society's Be your own identity Only robots need to think in binary So many claiming wisdom But everybody's floundering more or less Each tribe promises freedom Except in how you think, speak, act and dress Acceptance is ambrosia Don't expect the answer to be "yes" Like an infant seeking mother Switching one cage for another Be your own identity Only robots need to think in binary (It's about time to erase the lines) It's about time It's about time It's about time to erase the lines Is there a god above Or is there just oblivion in the end? Or is there something else Our minds can never start to comprehend? That voice in your head Is it an angel, the Devil or a friend? The scope of your reality Is nothing to infinity Be your own identity Only robots need to think in binary

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This album brings together material produced between 2017-2019, telling the stories of a diverse cast of characters including an exploited angler fish, an obnoxious boy racer, a homicidal housewife, an overzealous street evangelist and many more. The album combines full band arrangements with my “Unangelic Voices” acapella vocal looping.

Made up of remastered and remixed material from the EPs Addictive Games, Exotic Pets and Only Robots Need To Think In Binary, the single Life as a Tourist (Dance Redux) and one brand new track.

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released February 15, 2020

Written, performed and produced by Kerry JK

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Kerry JK Northampton, UK

Gender and genre fluid singer-songwriter producing songs of identity, isolation and defiance incorporating jazz, electronica, art rock, vocal looping, poetry and rock opera theatrics.

Be yourself, as yourself. There is no greater fulfilment, and no sweeter revenge.
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