(forthcoming) "Whether I'm Arthur or Martha"

by The JAC

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released November 1, 2016

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Egomaniac Music is the home for Joe Algeri and related musical interests. Joe is a songwriter and producer from Perth, Western Australia now known as the JAC. He is also a member of The Jangle Band, The Outryders (AUST) and the Britannicas (AUST/SWE/USA). ... more

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Track Name: You Be The Judge (Joe's Demo)
The morning sun really hurts your eyes
And I can tell that you can’t wait for this to be over
There is no where for you to tie your horse
And the doves are all unloved
No one knows who killed your olive tree
I don’t care, you be the judge

So we are with you or against you
We can all go down in flaming hail of black and white
There is no crime for our hypocrisy
No bolt from God above
I’m not sure there is a right or wrong
I don’t care, you be the judge

There is no where for you to tie your horse
And the doves are all unloved
No one knows who killed your olive tree
I don’t care, you be the judge
You point a finger full of friendly fire
There’s blood but there’s no cut
I got my ball and I am going home
So fuck you, you be the judge
Track Name: It Won't Break (demo)
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I have no one to turn to
Amongst these tailored suits
Have I picked the wrong time
I'm counting on you

The Terrace blows cold
They're watching me get old...
Track Name: The JAC (feat. Grégoire Garrigues) - "Bicycle Boulevard Blues"
Je déboulais comme un Hussard
Tu traversais au hasard
Après ce choc tu étais si pâle
La rencontre de nos corps a été brutale
Il y avait mieux à faire qu'un constat
Je t'ai ramené chez toi

So if you must then yank my chain
And I will never tell my name
When I go

Un peu d'alcool sur les blessures
La bicyclette mène à la luxure
Tous nos vêtements ont disparu
On a perdu la tête et sommes complètement nus
On fait l'amour, on le refait encore
Deux inconnus sans remords

So if you must then yank my chain
And I will never my name
When I go

I miss the Boulevard of Blues
That day that I crashed into you
I love the way you hurt my head
And that afternoon we spent in bed

I never want to see you again
I never want to see you again
Because that day was
Perfect