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  • Jack of Dried Clay
      Jack of Dried Clay by James Parm

      Jack of Dried Clay

      Song by James Parm

      The Art of Waiting
      Album
      The Art of Waiting

      Genre

      Rock
      Indie

      Mood

      Uplifting
      Dramatic
      Serious
      Carefree
      Groovy
      Hopeful

      Instrument

      Vocal
      Keys
      Backing Vocals
      Electric Guitar
      Pads
      Percussion
      Bells
      Acoustic Guitar
      Strings
      Synth
      Acoustic Drums

      Video Theme

      Fashion
      Road Trip
      Urban

      BPM

      102
      Tell me creature in the night
      Is the child made of clay?
      Does he whisper out of sight
      In the coming new age?
      All who hear him are destroyed,
      All connections torn away,
      Coded signals in the dark
      Making Jack of Dried Clay.
      As he wipes away the dust,
      As he sinks into decay,
      As an engine made to rust
      Takes the final man away.
      Well alright, alright, alright

      You've noticed, by now,
      You've noticed, we're just going around and around
      You've noticed, we're just going around and around,
      You've noticed.

      Tell me what I oughta say,
      Spitting diamonds in the dirt
      Carefully disposing of
      Every creature formed of hurt
      When she calls is it a ghost
      With a heart like a gun
      Tied backwards to the earth
      Spinning deathly round the sun?
      Make the most of what you are
      Just before your final spark
      Just beyond your final thought
      Silent whispers in the dark
      Well alright, alright, alright

      You've noticed, by now,
      You've noticed, we're just going around and around
      You've noticed, we're just going around and around
      You've noticed, yeah

      Tell me is this what you say,
      That the earth has shot it's lungs
      If destruction is your name
      And the final chord is strung
      If the final war is won
      If we've reached our final day
      If the child in your heart
      Turns to Jack of Dried Clay
      Well alright, alright, alright

      You've noticed, by now,
      You've noticed, we’re just going around and around
      You've noticed, we’re just going around and around
      You've noticed, yeah