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Petty Larceny

by Jack Daedelus

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1.
Eat Your Greens: Rags to Riches ... Grace and Sin Scheme and Plan ... Never Win Hoard your Silver...Pan for Gold Oldest story ever told Make a Pile, Run the Mile, Smoke the Fire, Pull your Wire Beat the Meat, Make Ends meet Head for Hills, Take those pills Lots of questions - Snares & Traps Cryptic Clues ... Too much Crap ! Make Your Wishes ... Dream Your Dreams Tow the LIne ... Scratch the Fleas Wide Vistas? ... Narrow Paths? An Open Book? ... A Deck of Cards? Rack your Brain....Take a Chance Hide and Seek and....Breathe your last Blood, sweat, pain and tears Fight and Fight for years and years Fear and Loathing ... Stress and Strain Nothing ventured .. nothing gained Do Your Homework ... Eat your greens Drink the Tonic...Vitamins Moan and Groan... Burn the Bridge Swear and Curse ... Stay at Home It's so tough - It's all go Stretching bodies...Touching Toes Keep Your nose clean....Play the game Break your Back for no great gain Howl at Moon ... Walk the Walk Make Ends meet ...Talk the Talk Come in naked... who to trust? Live your life ....go out dust Rags to Riches, Grace and Sin Scheme and Plan but Never Win Hoard your Silver...Pan for Gold Oldest story ever told Make a Pile, Run the Mile, Smoke the Fire, Pull your Wire Beat the Meat ... Make Ends meet Head for the Hills - Take those pills Lots of questions ... Snares & Traps Cryptic Clues ... Too much Crap ! Make Your Wishes ... Dream Your Dreams Tow the LIne ... Scratch the Fleas Wide Vistas? ... Narrow Paths? An Open Book? ... A Deck of Cards? Rack your Brain....Take a Chance Hide and Seek ....and Breathe your last KEEP YOUR NOSE CLEAN !!!!!!!!!
2.
Mojave Hat 03:28
Mojave Hat Kittle pitchering... those hissing, quivering little snakes that had sad dogs howling into the storm's eye Mouths in the crowd with frozen phlegm I liked it hot no velvet glove I listened for the birds hiding in the dark bush fumbled with keys to the church... and trapped them in the cabin to summon spirits... to point that lightning rod to where there was no thought Just walked towards beelzebub wearing pegasus spurs ... and my Mohave hat.... I was just following my nose I was just following my nose ....dipping my toes in the water I didn't drown in the flood a soft kiss of zombie hoohah No walking on the wild side.
3.
Zig Zag 03:03
Zig Zag I can't Zig.. I should zag 'gotta get that monkey... off my back Black Dog's here he's biting hard put that creature out in the yard Just small talk Nothing to say thinking shame every...every day I can't sleep and I can't stand the light I Make damn sure I stay outta' sight I shut my mouth Close my eyes A knotted belly A splintered Life.... I'm stressed out I'm drowning in fear I'm a Loony-Moony I Can't Get in gear Only small talk Nothing to say dark thoughts still ... hit me every day So I'll jump now ! to get on track I'll get this Monkey... in the sack ! I've jumped back I've stayed on track I've slayed the demons now they're in this bag Black Dog's here he bit so hard the creature is now out of my yard More than small talk I've something to say I'm thinking sensible ... just about every day I can sleep now and I'm OK in the light I'm looking forward to going out tonight We jump back We stay on track We've slayed the demons they're in this bag Black Dog howls out in the cold the rabid creature now does what he's told I've more than small talk I've something to say I'm thinking sensible ... just about every day I can sleep now and I'm OK with the light I'm looking forward to going out with you tonight REPEATS: Don't Zig When you can Zag Keep that Monkey Off Your back
4.
"Something for nothing" Give me just what I'm here for and don't be so righteous about it You think I'm taking something for nothing But your mind is racing slow There's a brittle bridge between us This rage could tear it down Nothing should come between us Nothing should tear us apart If I'm taking something for nothing Why would you need to know? Taking something for nothing But your minds just runs too slow Nothing ever comes between us darling Nothing can tear us apart I never wanted to see you crying, baby Nothing can tear us apart I'm taking something for Julie I'm taking something for Jack I'm taking something for nothing And you'll never get it back I've never needed anybody Cos I was such a fucked up kid Until you came along Then you pricked my heart like a tiny bubble and blah blah blah blah blah PSYCHADELIA
5.
"Living with recession" - We're NOT all in this together - Dave ! Everbody is so aware that this country's in a mess Greasy politicians say.. "We know what's best" Well....every time I listen it makes me feel quite ill priveleged public schoolboys with their fingers in the till Casino banking "talent" spat upon us all so now you screw the people that you''ve screwed so many times before ? Redundancies, restructures Pension raids & cuts The credit crunch -the deficit Gangster bankster twats ! I'm sick of all the bullshit I'm fed up with this crap I'm just a happy chappy cockney Put some coppers in my cap You chinless wonders prattle While "outraged -Tunbridge Wells" fiddles with her fairy cakes While we descend to hell So silence is collusion but I'm frightened now at work I'm astonished by the callousness it's division ruled by jerks I'll break the bonds - I'll free my soul I'll eat forbidden fruit embed my head in shifting sand I'll try and keep my loot We're not all in this together - Dave ! Living with recession There's crisis in the hospitals There's crisis in the Schools Crisis ... on the railways!! Caused by stupid bloody fools ! Unemployent's soaring so benefits are cut ? Rampant rising prices The cconomy is fucked ! So now I'll take in laundry to try and make end meet ... tighten my belt in your "spirit of the blitz" You're fiddling all the numbers You're just cooking all the books ! When you say, " this is all for your own good" We're not all in this together Dave ! we're living with recession How come that nice boy TONY paid only 6%TAX last year? on TWELVE MILLION POUNDS GROSS just for spiel & toasts That''s NOT THE SAME RATE AS ME !! You're ringing in these changes but your snout's inside the trough I'm gonna polish my shoes I'm gonna dance to this tune on bloody Thatcher's corpse We're NOT all in this together Dave ! Living with recession http://www.facebook.com/pages/Were-having-a-party-when-Thatcher-dies/121806764503939
6.
Screaming Jay Jono -frighten small children with this song ! Packamac, Caramac, Coca- Cola Sasparilla. I'm Rocking, I'm Rolling glycerin pipping lips in grainy monochrome Rolling down the verdant bank I just wanted to get home saw aprons in the food shop brewers forming chains horses, reins, and flat capped men stinking & labouring in the rain My sweet old nanny's eyeball it fell out onto the floor She used her chintz print pinny to put it back in once more Her house? - it smelt of paraffin which she disguised with pot pourri She baked caraway cake and kept budgerigars and made many pots of tea Sister Ajina - an Irish nun was only four foot four ! She whipped me with her rosary beads and I pissed upon the floor I was only five and I'd tried to answer her "question ninety-nine" (concerned with poltergeists & exorcisms) It was taking me some time but, considerately she hushed the class and then explained with great delight... how, "... evil spirits may break a vase or two ... when you're warm in bed at night" A crumpled bird inside a box eyes as black as night It sang no song - so no one knew its majesty and might Bring my Pater and a ladder I am stuck up on this cliff the geology is treacherous I might soon lose my grip ! Mortal sins? Venal sins? Blood red scarlet sashes I'm full of fire I hone my blade and then start wildly slashing Swinging high, swinging low the best day of my life beetles rustle in the leaves in the grimey fading half light Bongo Bill & Ernestine Thomas Cromwellian Pom Putschdagabotsch & Harry Head Hitchcock boys and men Timbo, Grilloks -Okker Steve so strong and tall Michael ....the ... Bicycle They're all now dead and gone Dad knocked two urchins from the oozing conker tree He threw up sticks that hit heir backs and they fell onto their knees Screaming Jay Jay Hawkins Chewed bazooka Joes Jiving Haley's Comets kisscurls from their combs Slimline Elvis Presley Chubby Checker Twists The distant drums of poor Jim Reeves the busman Matt Munro
7.
The Work Method With shrouds as scarves they clutch their fists ...picking and pilfering just petty larceny rods steeped in sticky sweet wine mere fiddlers money hoisting coppers ...their words like nuts hidden under a hedge with no gospel The cull condemns all to sit for an hour - maybe for two? star brothers at loggerheads finger their pocket books cobbling, yaffling ...babbling in tongues tipping their ripe rum tackle toward the bawdy house led by the nose and chicken hearted... tied to the apron strings of these wise men of Gotham Saint Peter's Sons ... fish hooks on fingers case hardened, back bitten knights of the blade shards rise from shattered unions in tandem ...yet tame These mealy mouthed scholars, soldiers and champion drinkers all piss the language of the bear gardens ... smoke changes its horns ... hucksters deal in peas Good liquor tastes better in the cold of morning The scent of Lavender from counterfeit cranks ... daisy kickers paying a pimp devil ... always deadly - never green ... teased from the vamping nettles "Hocus Focus ! "Hicksius doxious" - the dying words of the tyrant queen
8.
AN INSTRUMENTAL TRACK DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER TOM
9.
Melancholia 05:08
INSTRUMENTAL SOUND ART TRACK
10.
Found me a clear spot ...somewhere to hide to talk with the demons creeping inside my mind Went out to the desert ... got burnt in the sun She'd been dancing with Judas ...and not just the once Thinking of Molly ... murder on my mind She'd slept with the fishes .... Darn her hide Came back from the desert having drowned all my fears with a belly full of whisky ... my eyes all full of tears She can burn in Hell.. . . God ain't inside her - she's something to hide Send her to heaven she can be by His side .Jesus - You save her - with Your sweetness and light cos' she don't know the difference between wrong 'nor right Down to the Devil and his fountain of sin Weeping, and wailing burning in hell Welcome her passing Lord ? Whiten her soul Take her to Heaven... make her whole Shame on you Molly - Shame on you Roy Shame on those limp wrist Hollywood boys You should've have listened to me Molly It wasn't no joke you shouldn't 've been messin with all those cowboy pokes From the pit of my stomach rockets racing in my mind my rollin' western swing put out your lights With my lucky strike and the caveman dance ....Iron fists - You didn't stand a chance .. and it's so hard Look at you now Molly You're all a bloody mess "Melody...you can see your mama.. ....takes her last working breath" 6. Sold my horse and saddle To dyin' I'm resigned Why couldn't you Molly just say that you'd stay mine? Jesus - you can save her with Your sweetness and light cos' she didn't see no difference between wrong 'or the right Welcome her passing,Lord ? Whiten her soul You take her up to Heaven ... make her whole There is no devil - no fountain of sin no weeping and wailing - no burning in hell ... and it's so hard . ....Sure enough you gonna Burn down in Hell
11.
"Suzanne" ©Leonard Cohen/Sony ATV Music Publishing (Source: http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/leonard_cohen/suzanne.html) Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river 
 You can hear the boats go by 
 You can spend the night beside her 
 And you know that she's half crazy 
 But that's why you want to be there 
 And she feeds you tea and oranges 
 That come all the way from China 
 And just when you mean to tell her 
 That you have no love to give her 
 Then she gets you on her wavelength 
 And she lets the river answer 
 That you've always been her lover 
 And you want to travel with her 
 And you want to travel blind 
 And you know that she will trust you 
 For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. 
 AND Jesus was a sailor 
 When he walked upon the water 
 And he spent a long time watching 
 From his lonely wooden tower 
 And when he knew for certain 
 Only drowning men could see him 
 He said "All men will be sailors then... 
 ... until the sea shall free them" 
 But he himself was broken 
 Long before the sky would open 
 Forsaken, almost human 
 He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone 
 And you want to travel with her 
 And you want to travel blind 
 And you know that she will trust you 
 For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. 
 Now Suzanne takes your hand 
 And she leads you to the river 
 She is wearing rags and feathers 
 From Salvation Army counters 
 And the sun pours down like honey 
 On our lady of the harbour 
 And she shows you where to look 
 Among the garbage and the flowers 
 There are heroes in the seaweed 
 There are children in the morning 
 They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever 
 While Suzanne holds the mirror 
 And you want to travel with her 
 And you want to travel blind 
 And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
12.
With shrouds as scarves they clutch their fists ...picking and pilfering just petty larceny rods steeped in sticky sweet wine mere fiddlers money hoisting coppers ...their words like nuts hidden under a hedge with no gospel The cull condemns all to sit for an hour - maybe for two? star brothers at loggerheads finger their pocket books cobbling, yaffling ...babbling in tongues tipping their ripe rum tackle toward the bawdy house led by the nose and chicken hearted... tied to the apron strings of these wise men of Gotham Saint Peter's Sons ... fish hooks on fingers case hardened, back bitten knights of the blade shards rise from shattered unions in tandem ...yet tame These mealy mouthed scholars, soldiers and champion drinkers all piss the language of the bear gardens ... smoke changes its horns ... hucksters deal in peas Good liquor tastes better in the cold of morning The scent of Lavender from counterfeit cranks ... daisy kickers paying a pimp devil ... always deadly - never green ... teased from the vamping nettles "Hocus Focus ! "Hicksius doxious" - the dying words of the tyrant queen
13.

about

Although upbeat at the outset PETTY LARCENY quickly descends to its morose, cynical core: There are some successful cries of anguish but these soon get swamped in this self indulgent portrait of a burnt out artist. Jack trapped in deep institutionalisation and overburdened with far too much pseudo existential angst cries repeatedly into his beer.
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa - Mea Maxima Culpa!

STOP PRESS: See the quirky, experimental video for Track 7, " The Work Method" Link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bxr2L_NSBOk

REVIEWS Jack Daedelus – Petty Larceny:

David Toop:
Imagine a parallel universe in which David Sylvian abandoned Japan in its earliest days to become an improviser and the late Ian Dury, dissatisfied and scouting around for a new context, lit upon the beheaded Japan and claimed it for his own. There is something of that implausible hybrid in these tightly wound tracks by Jack Daedelus, dark muttering imprecations of a severely disenfranchised thinking-man’s romantic squeezed out from between the fissures of arrangements that threaten to blow out like a puncture on some fast-moving A road near the junction of Life, Deeper Feelings and Getting Shafted.

Malcolm Garrett:
Hey Jack - I'm liking what I hear !

David Cunningham:
I read what David Toop had written about this before I heard the music, perhaps a mistake, maybe not, as my listening was subsequently coloured or enriched by fragmented personae from a parallel alternate musical universe flashing by - the lounge version of Lemmy, a touch of Senor Coconut meeting Syd Barrett, the ghost of Viv Stanshall lurking somewhere, the implication that this music is personal, no generic exhortations to get up, dance or similar.

Ian Dury was fond of quoting T.S. Eliot: "the immature artist plagarises, the mature artist steals".

The larceny of the title is accurate here, various eclectic thieving from the last 50 years of pop music intelligently combined into something that exists in parallel with normal chronology.  But it is not petty, where the last ten years of mainstream pop music appears to be a random and pointless smash and grab on anything that might have some retro fashion link, Jack (his stolen name - from London's Spring-Heeled Jack or is there a mutilated James Joyce reference?) presents a synthesis of ideas - some stolen, others not, that cohere and expand beyond the sources.  These innovative combinations of 'things that shouldn't work but do' are helped along by a musicality that belies the determined pose of melancholy, exemplified in a piece entitled 'Melancholia' - a strikingly beautiful work which may also be ironic silliness and faux exotica.


William Steppingstone:
Drowning in onanism and welcoming his precocious decline into late diagnosed NPD Jack Daedelus must learn to stop taking his own music so seriously.

John Vincentio:
Stylistically PETTY LARCENY is curdled with too many influences: Steely Dan/Nile Rogers/Bowie/Beefheart/KrautRock/80's angst. So many in fact that I wanted to pan the album for being far too derivative. Wanton plagiarism ? Mais Non!
in truth this album is simply very eclectic and pays homage to many of the more important musical icons of the last 40 or 50 years. Nature , still abhors the long fade however: whatever happened to cadence?

Brian Seedcorn:
A dull star shining in some new constellation of total pretension - but on reflection - paradoxically more-ish! Possibly a rough diamond of a facile new genre - "Grey Pop" ?

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released October 1, 2012

Writer, Vox, Guitars,Keyboard, Arrangement,
Engineering & Production JACK DAEDELUS
jackdaedelus.bandcamp.com/album/petty-larceny
EMail: jackdaedelus@gmail.com

Drums & Toys - Tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 9, 12,14 &15 - Aram Zarikian
soundcloud.com/aramzarikian

Bass - Tracks 1, 4, 5, 12, 14 & 15 - Francisco Sanchez
soundcloud.com/francisco_sanchez

Keyboard - Tracks 4, 9 & 14 - Nye Parry
www.nyeparry.com

Trombone - Tracks 4 & 9 - Chris Petter
crispy@cobwebb.com

Violin - Tracks 2, 11 & 12 - Tansy Spinks
www.tansyspinks.com

Harmonica & Melodica -Tracks 3, 9 & 11 - Vic Jarvis*
(* A.K. A. Raggamonica) - appears by kind permission of Blood & Fire Records)
www.bloodandfire.co.uk

Spoken Word - Tracks 6, 8 & 13 -Dave O'Kelly
homepage.ntlworld.com/aokelly/beatpoet/index.html

Engineering/Production - Jack Daedelus & Dr.P
Assistant Engineer - Andrea Zarza
vimeo.com/34466014

Recorded between Elephant & Castle and the North Kent Coast

Album & Track Art: c/o www.dreamstime.com

All © Cherry Red www.cherryred.co.uk
& Kassner Associated Publishers www.kassnermusic.com
except Track 12 - "Suzanne" ( L.Cohen) © Sony ATV Music Publishing

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Jack Daedelus Kent, UK

In his teens Jack jammed with Frank Dooley & John McGeoch (RIP). As a songwriter & performer Jack made some records, supported Iron Maiden & David Johansen and somehow blagged writing the music for one or two TV shows.

Although stymied in wage slavery Jack still gets out to gig in London from time to time. Artist Manqué ?

Jack thought it wise to put out an album before he goes out in his box
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