Routine Cocktail
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from A Sleeping Afternoon (July 19th 2001) (2:29)
I am employed under the daughter of a sailor
I make enough in one month to pay for a trailer
I like to watch the leaves fall down from off the oak tree
I wanna look outside my window, it's too dark to see
Hello
The world's a garden shed outside a forest gray
Where girls look after dogs, the neuter and the spaying
And there's a thousand bills that I really should be paying
I live inside a garbage dumpster
The rocking chairs wait for me
The rocking chairs wait for me
I make enough in one month to pay for a trailer
I like to watch the leaves fall down from off the oak tree
I wanna look outside my window, it's too dark to see
Hello
The world's a garden shed outside a forest gray
Where girls look after dogs, the neuter and the spaying
And there's a thousand bills that I really should be paying
I live inside a garbage dumpster
The rocking chairs wait for me
The rocking chairs wait for me
version 2:
from The Renovated Enervated (July 20th 2002) (2:14)
I am employed under the daughter of a sailor
I make enough in one year to pay for a trailer
There's junk outside the yard and I really should clean it
There's things that I could talk about, you don't wanna hear it, hello, hello
There's children born in garbage pails inside my backyard
I get things, I like to drink milk when it starts to get hard
Beef jerky, mayonnaise, that's my diet
Give me any kind of food, I'll try to fry it
I'm broke, unemployed, got no way to get around
Every time that I talk I make a whining sound
Now I'm employed under the daughter of a sailor
I make enough in one year to wanna hang myself in the trailer
I make enough in one year to pay for a trailer
There's junk outside the yard and I really should clean it
There's things that I could talk about, you don't wanna hear it, hello, hello
There's children born in garbage pails inside my backyard
I get things, I like to drink milk when it starts to get hard
Beef jerky, mayonnaise, that's my diet
Give me any kind of food, I'll try to fry it
I'm broke, unemployed, got no way to get around
Every time that I talk I make a whining sound
Now I'm employed under the daughter of a sailor
I make enough in one year to wanna hang myself in the trailer
version 3:
from Songs For Cello At Night (May 16th 2004) (2:13)
I am employed under the daughter of a sailor
I make enough in one week to pay for a trailer
There's junk out in the yard and I'm starting to fear it
There's problems I could talk about, you don't wanna hear it
There's children born in garbage pails out in my backyard
I get drunk, I like to drink milk when it starts to get hard
Old bread, mayonnaise, that's my diet
Give me any kind of food, I'll try to fry it
Now I'm employed under the daughter of a failure
I make enough in one year to wanna hang myself in the trailer
I make enough in one week to pay for a trailer
There's junk out in the yard and I'm starting to fear it
There's problems I could talk about, you don't wanna hear it
There's children born in garbage pails out in my backyard
I get drunk, I like to drink milk when it starts to get hard
Old bread, mayonnaise, that's my diet
Give me any kind of food, I'll try to fry it
Now I'm employed under the daughter of a failure
I make enough in one year to wanna hang myself in the trailer
earliest live performance: July 29th 2001