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In The Kitchen

by The Staggers & Jaggs

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Chainsaw Bob
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Chainsaw Bob I literally discovered The Staggers and Jaggs on the side of the road. They were playing on a corner at an event on Commercial Drive, and they were amazing. They are every bit as amazing on this album as they are on the side of the road.
If you enjoy vaguely creepy Tom Waits-esque New Orleans-style Jazzy stuff, you should immediately stop what you're doing and buy this album. I'll stop talking and let you get to it. Favorite track: What Do The Crows Know?.
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1.
Scatscratch 03:21
By the end of his days he'd buried it away by the old dead tree Stuck under the haze Lost in the maze, with all of the other empty bellies Wistfully forgotten laughter Tongues furiously lashing Crawling to the furthest destination Sprawling the cosmos, through the holes of time Back to nothing and nowhere Take me back to nothing and nowhere I know... I know it's long, long gone But the cold melody, like a ghost, lingers on I can't get it out of my head Skip like a frog, crawl like a fish Sulking violently, his brain starts to twitch Then, moaning, he creeps to the corner Where he sits in a pool of his own sweat and vomit A pair of high heels and an empty pack of smokes A murmur in the corner from a lonely radio Shrugging, she's pauses, then draws another line From her vial of synthetic sunshine And I know... I know It's long, long gone But the cold melody, like a ghost, lingers on I can't get it out of my head
2.
Bag of Bones 03:13
Soaked to the bone Froze to the tips Out in the cold Diggin' a ditch Taken for a ride, a one way trip Fell in love with the rhythm and curve of her hips Now I'm just a bag of bones Good for nothing Just a bag of bones I'm useless Ain't got no cash, can't buy no green My friends, they ask where the hell I've been Well I've been wasted all day, just to pass the time That don't get me nowhere, but it sure feels fine I'm just a bag of bones, good for nothing Just a bag of bones, I'm useless Took that cocain, put it up my nose Drank down that bottle and took of all my clothes Then i ran through the streets singin' every song I know Now I'm just a no good for nothin' useless bag of bones Just a bag of bones, good for nothing Just a bag of bones I'm useless
3.
Lost Letters 01:03
In the eve of winter Lay me down to sleep My faded heart is tender Let the wound bleed The letter read "old friend, this war cannot be won" The devil took the woman I've lost my only son
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Sweet Poison 03:46
Come little one, look into my eyes I'll show you an endless white light A journey of a thousand lives See the sound of nostalgic relief Feel it scream as the wise man misreads In the eve of winter, lay me down to sleep My faded heart is tender Let the wound bleed Sweet poison, sweet relief Slow suicide Let the wound bleed
5.
They say he lines his hat and shoes with copper And goes out late at night Passed the street lights and city signs Deep, deep, deep into the countryside No relatives, no wife, son, or daughter No one to notice he's gone He could be just a lonely man, going anywhere but home But they say he's got a story to tell His own folklore fairytale And it grows from tongue to tongue through town Because he doesn't tell it himself His is not a tale of illusion Not about betrayal or deceit Just a simple story of confusion Between the living, and so called "deceased" As it goes he never really was an ordinary child He didn't go to church or to school Raised by wise grandmothers eyes They may call him crazy, but not a fool Not a single soul in town could tell you his age But everyone knows his name they all watch the murders fly and circle his house up on the hillside What do the crows know? If there's a mind, there's a universe behind that little black bead of an eye Just one more, again and again There's no need to nock at the house of sin The doors never locked, I just let myself in And as the early morning frost creeps in through the walls Love has withered to a thin shade of lust Satisfaction through addiction into disgust Alone Taking it across the line, it's the downfall of all of mankind And it echoes through my bones Giving in to the twisted design I strike the match, spark the flame, burn down my own home I am the hand that held the knife I am the knife Slit my own throat

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released January 30, 2016

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The Staggers & Jaggs Vancouver, British Columbia

The Staggers & Jaggs is a folk band that weaves together old world traditional tunes, country and swing and even reaches all the way back to the powdered wig and harpsichord era for a pinch of spice. Featuring Sabrina Robson (vocals and harmonica), Conrad Shynkar, (guitar and vocals), Blake Mackay (keys and vocals) and Melissa Walker (stand up bass). ... more

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