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Dead Shed Jokers

by Dead Shed Jokers

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1.
Sat by the window under a diminished tree, My thoughts gather in the park where our two river meet, There I spotted a friend from school, A pale face disgrace, Pointed at a needle on the floor as his excuse. Bone idle he hadn’t seen a day of work since he was in teens, Still thinking he was the class fool he tried to make me laugh, He made me cry. It makes my blood scream to see him like this But I’m not so quick to hand out the death sentence, Like some people seem to be, Yet idolise fallen celebrities, Yet this is how it seem to be, Unfortunately. A few weeks later in the bus stop by the cemetery, I saw a figure black, Started dropping tears in memory, To avoid the situation I followed the leaves, Through the park along the river bank, Past the junkies and the broken dreams. In the pub the other day, I met my old friend, He said he’d changed his ways, In hope of recovery I bought him a drink And prayed that he’d stay clean. So I’ll decide who’s simply worthless, When each have our own personal afflictions, That can or cannot be unwound, Before they twist and turn you And drag you to the ground, But that’s how it seems to be unfortunately...
2.
The misfortune to be in this state, The distance before we met, Best of friends until this daze ends, Everything I said, I won’t regret until I wake up and feel the need to defend my actions To you and everyone. Who remembers anything I did last night? Try as I might it’s beyond me. So feel free to give me the third degree So I can piece together my memory. Eyes crossed, face pale, beyond belief, I question whether I can do anything these days, I complain yet empty words are porcelain, Foot to the floor I wave goodbye, Regrets fade with every line, Trace my progress through the sky as I fall from grace tonight. What’s worth remembering? Buy me some time to toast my decline. Delay the morning. So feel free to give me the third degree So I can piece together my memory….try as I might…try as I might.
3.
Seasons greetings from the heart of an estranged memory, It’s been a while but I’ve been waiting for your return, Since the world fell apart, you’ve come back right to the start. You said you were ready for the world and all it had to give But hear you are with me in this deepest darkest place, Bathing in the comfort that only I can provide, Waiting for the moon or someone to turn the tide. Silent son, what have you become? Since the world fell apart you came back right to the start. During the years of my abandon I witnessed the decline, You questioned the point of all existence, But longed for the presence of mine, Well am I all that you remembered? Do I still excite? While others have gone and been forgotten, I’ve kept my space in time. Nothing but that moment, That’s all I am and will ever be, Nothing but that moment, Just a memory. Bathing in the comfort that only I can provide, Waiting for the moon or someone to turn the tide. Silent son, what have you become? Since the world fell apart you came back right to the start. Now the rest is said and done, This will go to the grave, And you will be left to become, A caricature in a cautionary tale.
4.
Believe me it’s not that I do…not that I wouldn’t do it…I might. Deceive you, it’s not that I do…not that I wouldn’t do it….I’ll try. Bloodshot eyes, high, sleep deprived, welcome to my life, My personal place in the human race That’s all I mine to waste and celebrate. So if you leave me to my devices I’ll just entertain my vices, Tonight…I’ll try…tonight. So don’t you try to straighten me out, Just leave me to the insanity I call home. It’s my mind, it’s like a fairground some of the time So take a ride with me tell me what you see, Tuesday kills the pain but let’s refrain from the same old spitting game Time and time again And if you leave me to my devices, I’ll just entertain my vices, Tonight…I’ll try…tonight. So don’t you try to straighten me out, Just leave me to the insanity I call home.
5.
Broken bricks and politics, Carpet the conversations around here, So mind your step and don’t forget, That it’s not like you’re not welcome at all. Some people think too much and philosophise, Others don’t think at all and socialise, Yeah they put this world to rights…and so it goes. Empty words leap from extended fingers, Hit the target but no one flinches all night long. Electronic gaze and wasteful days are a matter of concern, But if the door is closed and society ignores, Am I really a burden to you? The seasons slip away, The days roll into one, But this town remains unchanged awaiting what’s to come. Part time nationalists fear the invasion, they’re coming from all sides, hide! Thinking about emigration. Some people say a little knowledge is dangerous, while none at all is just ignorant, there’s a world outside of here…all aboard…where I’m sure they’ll welcome you with open arms, extend a hand as you take the offered job.
6.
Freewheeling through this life, Out of my hands, I’m just hear to see the sights, People wave at me, They can say what they want, I’m alone here. So where am I going to? Point me downstream, Who am I going to collide with in this dream? Don’t reach out to me, My love is diseased, Each blossom withered despite my best efforts to nurture thee, Resigned to this fate, You can say what you like, I’m alone here. So what am I going to do, Oh sickly queen? Apologies my dear there is no cure for you, I fear. Oh what am I going to do? Don’t reach out to me, my love is diseased.
7.
There’s a tube under the border of France, That’s going to blow us up, They say that this is man’s last chance and enough is enough, They say it’s going to create a black hole that’s going to suck us in, They say it’s gunna swallow us whole for living in sin. Think back to 1999, It’s the millennium bug, They said the planes would fall from the sky and we’re looking up, They said the nukes would self-destruct create oblivion, Yet a generation took to the streets in celebration. They say we are going to die today, At least that’s what the paper claim, But all in all we’re all gunna die someday. Fast forward to the present day, They say the end is nigh again, They said an ancient calendar predicts our fate, Our annihilation... Meanwhile cultures clash in search of a particular god, How it all began, I think the rapture riddles are too much, What’s your decision? They say we are going to die today, At least that’s what the paper claim, But all in all we’re all gunna die someday. Rapture riddle me this, did the world end? What did I miss? Rapture riddle me why did I survive again? They say…they claim…they say… they claim.
8.
Biting my nails as I dive into the exchange, Five minds wonder what lies ahead, 6 years in the making, The contest is short but albeit a moment this could last a lifetime. Singing from the same page we move on, Not knowing if things will ever sound this good again. Constructing their sails as we look on from the shore, Three friends wonder what the future holds, Seconds in the breaking, The contest is lost, But albeit a moment this will last a lifetime. Destined for the unknown we head home, Not knowing if things will ever sound this good again. Instruments in our own future, We play on, And with the world at our fingertips, What’s left to discover but ourselves.

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Our eponymous second album.

1. Dafydd's Song
2. Delay the Morning
3. A Cautionary Tale
4. Memoirs of Mr Bryant
5. Made in Vietnam
6. Love is Diseased
7. Rapture Riddles
8. Exit Stage Left (Applause)

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released April 11, 2015

Lyrics and Music by Dead Shed Jokers.

Additional Contributions:
Piano - Justin Beynon (Track 1, 6 and 8)
Female Vocal - Helen Davies (Track 6)

Recorded and Produced by Tim Hamill at Sonic One Studios, Llanelli.

Released by Pity My Brain Records.

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DEAD SHED JOKERS Aberdare, UK

Timeless, immediate, and utterly vital Dead Shed Jokers are a rare beast at once original and yet somehow not of this time

Shine DSJ through a big prism and you would see a modern rock spectrum refracted; occasional Nick Cave-isms, Queens Of The Stone Age swagger, huge post-Zeppelin riffs and dramatic vocals all adding up to a pure headbanger’s delight
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