Sweet Talker

by JJ & The Rogues

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released 01 April 2014

Recorded, Mixed, and Produced by JJ & The Rogues
All songs written by JJ & The Rogues
Co-Producer, Engineer, and Artwork by Kelly Hill
Mastered by Joe Burton at The Barn

Special Thanks: Tom & Patti Cockerell, Nolan Robertson, Steve Claunch, Ian Cresswell, Zuriel Bertch, Philip Durrett, Kerry Cash, and Ryan Sobczak

Recording Artists: Jameson Cockerell (Vox, Keys, Lead Guitar), Joshua Townley (Vox, Keys, Guitar), Nolan Robertson (Background Vox, Percussion), Chris Carfa (Bass), Eric Navratil (Kit, Bass Drum, Congas), Kelly Hill (Percussion), Zuriel Bertch (Violin), and Philip Durrett (Cello)

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Track Name: Jacobite
(Instrumental)
Track Name: Young Pretender
Young pretender, short and slender
How many men have you killed today
Your mind splinters, you can't remember
The stage is set but the strings have frayed

It's appealing to believe
The subtle touch is leading you
Like destiny, or fantasy
A flip of the wrist and your part concludes

Oh child going home now
You won't be king no more
Young pretender, you're no hero
Living a dream is a costly chore

Oh son, we've seen you before
On the run for all your days
Life's conspired, the moment's gone now
So open your eyes and lower your gaze

The clothes are fancy, bodies dancing
Women here you can't ignore
Keep your head up, watch your back son
As you come crawling back from war

Oh child going home now
You won't be king no more
Young pretender, you're no hero
Living a dream is a costly chore
Oh child going home
Don't think you can take much more
Keep pretending you're the hero
Dig your hands in this dirty world

I've seen home through my window
Never thought of it more
But these chains control me
From my wrists they can't be divorced

Oh child going home now
You won't be king no more
Young pretender, you're no hero
Living a dream is a costly chore
Oh child going home
Don't think you can take much more
Keep pretending you're the hero
Dig your hands in this dirty world
Track Name: Close Enough There
Don't want to go to sleep
You think I'm trying to be
Another Hemingway
That is not what I seek
My words are much too meek
They've managed this place to stay

I Just want a lover
Don't want another foolish child running blindly
But stay here beside me
Close enough there

No moment to be lost
The roads we're on will cross
But I won't, dear, unpack my clothes
You're bracing for the news
Like you're bracing to be bruised
You keep dreaming we're in the throes

I couldn't love her
I just need another day with the weight on two shoulders
I don't mind getting older
She's close enough there

You don't have to suffer
It's not giving in to time or desire
You're a sweet talker and I'm a liar

Close enough there
I need you there
Track Name: Mrs. Lyndonne
I was born in heather
On the blessed island
Land of pride and folly
And fallen on harder times
She was something special
Full of lunar glory
But she couldn’t love me
When she saw the Englishman

I fell in with scoundrels
And the Prussian Army
Just to seek a title
Though a rogue, I’m still a man
Now I beseech thee, fortune
It’s the curse upon a bloodless line, oh
Out in the battle they’re picking faces
Will you take the bounty when it’s time

Ah, what will it be now, Mrs. Lyndonne
Naughty or nice
I can serve equally well
Ah, run and tell your mother, Mrs. Lyndonne
A passionate vice
I can serve equally well

Mrs. Lyndonne tells me
That I’ve been forgotten
I say matter-of-factly
I’ve just come to collect my pay
She says that’s a smart reply young man
Shall I call my boy to see you out?
I say, if you please, I’m inclined to leave, but
Just as much, I’m inclined to stay

Ah, what will it be now, Mrs. Lyndonne
Naughty or nice
I can serve equally well
Ah, run and tell your mother, Mrs. Lyndonne
A passionate vice
I can serve equally well

May youth be forgiven
May this sojourn cometh
All of this listless folly
Finally brings it all to an end
Mrs. Lyndonne tells me
That all sons are bastards
I say parenthetically
Never love you like I did this day

Ah, what will it be now, Mrs. Lyndonne
Naughty or nice
I can serve equally well
Ah, run and tell your mother, Mrs. Lyndonne
A passionate vice
I can serve equally well
Track Name: Son of Your Time
Wipe your brow to buy you time
Can't make up your mind
As you peer in her eyes
The handle is gripping your hand
It's through scheming and determined to follow the plan
A body it takes to become the superior man

Those books have no promise left for you
Because you can't climb mountains with the ink of what other people knew

When it comes time to write your history
Will you let the record show
Took the chance to cut in line because you are one of a kind
You would have us say

You're son of your time
(You say it, you say it)
Son of your time
(You say it, you say it)
You say it

You're seeing things
The shadows have ushered a clumsy path
And they won't tell you where you're headed or let you look back

When they drag you home
They always creep in the corners of your mind
They never leave
Even when you've smashed the lights

You say you don't have nightmares
And don't wake to the twinge of despair
You're desperate to hear me say

You're son of your time
(You say it, you say it)
Son of your time
(You say it, you say it)
You say it
Track Name: So Fast, So Long
When you say I'm chronologically inferior to you
Don't you mean I'm behind the times
Well if it's so then I readily admit it
'Cause these days have been a bit less than kind

Told you once I don't do that kind of thing anymore
Don't you mean it be nice to try
Well if you want it then point in my direction
'Cause these shoes of mine are apt to fly

I'll be gone
So fast, so long
I'll be gone
So please, please come along too

Reached my ears you were planning an invasion
But you're such a recluse with a private mind
So I've got to wish you luck my little baby, I'll be
Heading home with a tear in my eye

Speaking of which, I remember what you said before
Compliment of the lowest kind
Touched my face and said it did resemble Mr.
Quasimodo and I just died

I'll be gone
So fast, so long
I'll be gone
So please, please come along too

When you say I'm psychologically exterior to you
Don't you mean that I'm out of your mind
Never wanted to have dualistic tendencies but
If it must be then that's all right

I'll be gone
So fast, so long
I'll be gone
So please, please come along too

I'll be gone
So fast, so long
I'll be gone
So please, please come along too
Please, please come along too
Please, please come along too
Track Name: Christina
You're satisfied and it's time to leave
Darling I wish you wouldn't
I'm taking my chances and it's clear to me
Darling I wish it wasn't

Our love ain't nothing but piety
Oh it makes a man feel important
And all these people you've bought and sold
Darling you've left them wanting

Well I wouldn't love you if you weren't lovely
Christina

Infatuation is a cause for concern
It's such a little touch of evil
I pull your dress-up 'cause I'm feeling low
Now you misunderstand me

Our love ain't nothing but society
It makes a girl feel important
And you call me a lover though you barely scream
And this time you'd better mean it

Well I wouldn't love you if you weren't lovely
Christina

Quizzical looks with a lying eye
Everything you say is just too fine

No, no, no, you've got it all wrong
Wasn't my fault
Try, try, try, to be a bit more as you were
A touch more demure, Christina

I'm a sucker for your tired dreams
Even when they're long and boring
It's not a question of sincerity
Who do you think you're fooling

Our love ain't nothing but a punching bag
Oh it makes a couple feel so beaten
And maybe someday when there's nothing left
Peace will come without a warning

Well I wouldn't love you if you weren't lovely
Christina
Track Name: Priscilla II
Leading lady stands
Back to an honest man
And her eyes turn their gaze
She won't suffer silence
So she, she calls out his name

Such a delicate face
Covered by a finer lace
That keeps her disguise
He won't trouble moving
But he'll trouble to meet here eyes

So I'll keep searching
For a face I'm missing
Have you seen Priscilla
She's a curse of my choosing

She can use her voice
Present me a dire choice
But I don't believe she's standing here
I can turn, but should I go
Will it save me, can I save her
Or will she disappear

Just a simple deal
To find that she is real
But can a man choose his fate
Does it stalk him as prey
Tempt him, and then dissipate

So I'll keep moving
Another day I'm losing
Have you seen Priscilla
She's a curse I'm choosing
So I'll keep searching
For a face I'm missing
Have you seen Priscilla
She's a curse of my choosing
Track Name: Jealousy
Have you ever seen one like her
Firewater in a silver case
Pushing all of my buttons down
I take her hand and say push again

God I want her every single day
Violent thoughts get into my head
But everyone wants my baby girl
And I'm a jealous man, oh yeah, I am

Jealousy
To you I'm a stranger
She could be
Making love to a stranger man than me, oh jealousy

It's unequivocally stated
That the girl is nobody's but mine
But I can't help feeling like
I'm watching people just cut in line

Well if I'm poisonous tell me now
Then tell me how to poison her
'Cause everyone wants my baby girl
And I'm a jealous man, oh yeah, I am

Jealousy
To you I'm a stranger
She could be
Making love to a stranger man than me, oh jealousy

I wonder sometimes
Why I want her sometimes
But love doesn't suffer
The absence of suffering

If it's such a paradox
Have faith in me love
But love doesn't suffer
The absence of suffering

Now as I look upon her face
All I see is the sunlit sky
And a prism of color
It puts upon us a golden hue

Well I mustn't ever worry
Everything is due to be alright
But everyone wants my baby girl
And I'm a jealous man, oh yeah, I am

Jealousy
To you I'm a stranger
She could be
Making love to a stranger man than me

Jealousy
To you I'm a stranger
She could be
In love with a stranger man than me, oh jealousy
Track Name: Miss Hard To Get
Miss hard to get
Won't let me forget that loving her
Brings warmth to the cold
And the sun back from the setting
So it's told

Girl can only say
That she made the mistake
And I'm gone
But hurting all the same
Will I call this fate or just wrong

And now she sits
Out of sight, out of mind
But she exists
I still love her as mine
(Girl don't forget)

And now I sit
Out of breath, out of time
Can't you be convinced
That I still love you as mine

Miss hard to get
Brings me to regret for moving past
And hoping to grow old
Just know what to expect
I still don't know
Track Name: Sugar Pills
Everybody’s hurting, tortured
Got an ache they can’t quite
Put their fingers on
Some backroom novelist
Is working on his latest
Metaphysical nightmare
And it should have been left alone
He’s telling all his colleagues
They’re shouting it from the lectern
Dogmatic indigestion
And we’ve only ourselves to blame

These people force it down our throats
It’s consensual rape
A Placebo
But instead of sugar pills
It’s cyanide

Well I feel so bad, I’ve let you down
Watch me get on my knees
Absolution is a mighty blow
To the wicked soul that’s me
I’m a model of corruption
Aimed towards self-destruction
And I need somewhere to simply be
But I feel like nothing is worth the living
If life is just chemistry

Some stripped-down karaoke crooner
Is moving out to Hollywood
He’s got a message for me
Says we shouldn’t be fighting
Or driving in our motor-cars
He’s the arbiter of freedom

And so I turned to God
And asked for peaceful sleep
Now I don’t dream at all
Now I don’t dream at all

These people force it down our throats
It’s consensual rape
A Placebo
But instead of sugar pills
It’s cyanide

Well I feel so bad, I’ve let you down
Watch me get on my knees
Absolution is a mighty blow
To the wicked soul that’s me
I’m a model of corruption
Aimed towards self-destruction
And I need somewhere to simply be
But I feel like nothing is worth the living
If life is just chemistry