Jesse, Sophia, and the Broken Bottle

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Release Date: 08/21/2009

JJAHBG's raucous, rambunctious 2009 album Jesse, Sophia, and the Broken Bottle is garage punk at it's finest. Coming one year after their sprawling sophomore masterpiece We are Legend elevated them to cult stardom, JJAHBG's third album switches gears, opting for a focused, primal attack. Powered by Jesse’s ferocious blues slide guitar work, Jesse, Sophia, and the Broken Bottle's thirteen tracks assault the eardrums with pure rock fury. The music is punk at it's core, yet shaped by the album's namesake broken bottle slide, crafting a truly one of a kind sound.

Tracklist

1. The Badger

2. Say Hello to the Bad Guy

3. The Woods

4. Shane’s Birthday Blues

5. Gangsta Wolf

6. I’d Rather Be…

7. Just Say No

8. The Duck

9. Gone Whalin’

10. Revolt on the Mind

11. Rockstar Jesus

12. Roar with Me

13. Splash!

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Listen to Jesse, Sophia, And the Broken Bottle on Spotify. JJAHBG · Album · 2009 · 13 songs.

Lyrics

the badger

Well, I heard that you stopped by my apartment late last night

You were really ticked off and steaming for a fight

But I wasn't home and my sister was and my sister beat you up

Well, I heard that you and sis exchanged some heated words

You called her some nasty things and shooted her the bird

But you shouldn't swear to my sis my dear cause she will beat you up

Well, I heard that it really was not much of a fight

My sister really cleaned your clock and knocked out all the lights

First she hit your jaw, then you hit the floor

Well she really beat you up

Well, all the neighbors thought a war was going on

They called the ambulance to scrape you off the lawn

And you were revived and whisked away in time before she could beat you more

Well, you made up some story about some stairs

To explain all the blood on your face and hair

Didn't want to tell, ass beat by a gal, that my sister beat you up

Well, my sister was very quick to brag

Not to mention calling you a little wussy

Now they all know, what you didn't show, that my sister beat you up

Well, I heard that you stopped by my apartment late last night

You were really ticked off and steaming for a fight

I heard that you stopped by my apartment late last night

You were really ticked off and steaming for a fight

I heard that you stopped by my apartment late last night

You were really ticked off and steaming for a fight

I heard that you stopped by my apartment late last night

You were really ticked off and steaming for a fight

But I wasn't home and my sister was and my sister beat you up

And my sister beat you up

say hello to the bad guy

I'm sitting on the puter just staring at the screen

I'm hopping on that Craigslist

I think I'll buy something

And what do I see?

A solid pound of crack

And I said to myself, "Son, thats a lot of smack"

I saw it in a want ad, and I said, "I want that"

Nobody didn't tell me that it was a felony

I emailed the seller

We had a pleasant talk

And in 6-8 weeks they mailed me my rock

Oh, I was such a pimp, a little gangster too

I be dealing my crack on the mean streets of school

Just want to be like Scarface

Kicking it like always

Nobody didn't tell me that it was a felony

Well, I saw it in a want ad, and I said, "I want that"

Nobody didn't tell me that it was a felony

Oh, I be stacking paper, making hand over fist

Some teachers start to wonder and some are getting pissed

They organize a sting and somebody gets caught

And it wasn't even me, just some dope who bought

Call it a happy ending that I'm not suspending

A boy not quite 8 kicking it like Scarface

Well, I saw it in a want ad, and I said, "I want that"

Nobody didn't tell me that it was a felony

the woods

Little boy lost his way out playing in the woods all day

Dark has come to fading light

Ain't gonna make it home tonight

Little boy is me in an unknown territory

Sitting in the dark alone he cries and wishes he were home

Well, I've been told all my life

I'm being watched by a seeing eye

Bow my knees, clasp my hands, I tilt my head, and shut my eyes and

I turn to the sky and I ask why, oh why

But you can't get nothing from nothing, yeah

No one hears his cries

No one seems to care

His audience consists of cicadas and an owl's stare

Oh, you can only live in fear for so long, then you're through

That little boy, he realized that he'd been played for a fool because

I turn to the sky and I ask why, oh why

But you can't get nothing from nothing, yeah

No you can’t get nothing

It’s true, no

You can’t get nothing from nothing, yeah

Oh little boy

Little boy, little boy

Why don't you realize the potential in yourself?

Oh little boy, no need to cry

Because you can reach down to a god deep inside

You've had it all along

Been dormant so long

A gift these automatons can't touch

You belong

Now that you know that the night is not so long

Now that you know that your tears are dried and gone

Now that you know that you love that rustling song

Now that you know that the woods are now your home

I turn to the sky and I laugh, not cry

But you can't get nothing from nothing, yeah

No you can’t get nothing

It’s true, no

You can’t get nothing from nothing, yeah

Shane’s birthday blues

You leave me alone

You drive me out of my mind

Your intentions are good

You only mean to be kind

You bring me a cake

And toys for me to play

But the joke is on you

Because I weren’t born today

I was never born

I merely am

I get everywhere like strawberry jam

You bring me a cake

And toys for me to play

But the joke is on you

Because I weren’t born today

So you take those gifts and back away

Oh, hell with it

I’ll take em anyway

Oh, is that it?

Now I want more because I’m just like you

A consumer whore

You bring me a cake

And toys for me to play

But the joke is on you

Because I weren’t born today

Gangsta Wolf

Well I was born here out on these streets

No one to love me, no one rubbing my feets

Have a little success moving that rock

And all these posers start riding my jock

All these posers start riding my jock

Well I'm just trying to make that bread

But now these fools, they’re all wanting me dead

Almost got shanked three times yesterday

Word on the streets there’s a hit out for me

Well I'm just shining

People gotta be hating

I ain’t trying to hear that situation

Well even straight G's like me need a hero

Only, hes gotta be a thug too

Someone who’s bold, someone who’s daring

And ain't afraid to stand up for you

Yeah, ain’t afraid to stand up for you

Well I know someone, mild mannered by day

Until the break of full moon's light

There’s a boom, a flash, and a puff of smoke

And Gangsta Wolf walks the night

And Gangsta Wolf walks the night

He can sniff out the G's from the haters

With his discerning wolf's nose

And if you're trying to steal someones shine

Well, his teeth are in terrible rows

He’s out of the bush and into your mind

He ain’t psychological too

With teeth on your head, a claw in your eye

Well, it’s brain he loves to chew

Well, it’s brain he loves to chew

The kids these days, they're all hipping and hopping

They don’t know what the jazz is about

And they ain’t got no respect for the game

They be stealing your shine and they stealing your clout

Stealing your shine and they stealing your clout

Maybe I should retire to Argentina

With them fine hoes and fine wine

But I know, for someone like myself

Them thoughts are way out of line

Because a G's got no better help than I got

With Gangsta Wolf guarding my back

So I keeps it real, and if you try to be hating

He'll have you for a snack

He’s out of the bush and into your mind

He ain’t psychological too

With teeth on your head, a claw in your eye

Well, it’s brain he loves to chew

Well, it’s brain he loves to chew

Well, it’s brain he loves to chew

Well, it’s brain he loves to chew

i'd rather be...

Chilling in my crib, up to no good

Phone blowing up, maybe I should pick it up

It’s you on the line

Want me to go out and have a good time

You say you have a friend who’s throwing a party

Where everybody's drunk and getting sexy

"Hey man, you want to have some fun?"

"I think I'm just going to sit out this one"

You sound quite shocked, don't know what to say

Did i already have plans today?

"Well no..."

"What would you rather do?"

Well to be honest, I'd rather be...

Sitting in my car with the top down

Holding my whole block on the lock down

My Kalashnikov is out there spitting dogs

Even the tamale van takes a couple slugs

And no, I ain't crazy

I just got the gangster mentality

Trodding down the streets with my iron-shod feet

Don't give me your days

Give me your weeks, your weeks

Your weeks

Don’t give me your days

Give me your weeks

What did I say? Well uh

I’d rather be sitting in my car with the top down

Holding my whole block on the lock down

My Kalashnikov is out there spitting dogs

Even the tamale van takes a couple slugs

And no, I ain't crazy

I just got the gangster mentality

Trodding down the streets with my iron-shod feet

Don't give me your days

Give me your weeks, your weeks

What did I say?

Give me your weeks

I said what did I just say?

Give me your weeks

"Yeah, you know, that’s cool

I think I'll just head down there without you"

"Yeah man, you know, do what you gotta do

Because I think I just found something better to do"

"Yeah, sure. I'll think about you when I take that fly honey home tonight"

"Aww, you know I appreciate it, but you know where I'll be"

I’ll be sitting in my car with the top down

Holding my whole block on the lock down

My Kalashnikov is out there spitting dogs

Even the tamale van takes a couple slugs

And no, I ain't crazy

I just got the gangster mentality

Trodding down the streets with my iron-shod feet

Don't give me your days

Give me your weeks

Give me your weeks

Just say no

I smell a man

Smells like the can

Turn on the fan

Sitting there in a kiddie pool filled with drool

Some kind of tool

Well one morning it dawned on me

Men don't walk the streets to fetch me some of that cash

They’re like a rash, raiding my stash

I ain’t trying to hate

But you got to admit that men are pretty lame

All I gotta say is fuck men

I'm over men, so over men

So you all can go to hell

I'm over men, so over men

So you all can go to hell

They like to build

They like to fight

They’re like termites

I feel like squashing some bugs

They're hairy lugs with ugly mugs and big fat guts from drinking beers

They’re scared of queers

Hygiene gives them absolute fits

Covered in zits

They got no tits

I ain’t trying to hate

But you got to admit that men are pretty lame

All I gotta say is fuck men

I'm over men, so over men

So you all can go to hell

I'm over men, so over men

So you all can go to hell

I ain’t trying to hate

But you got to admit that men are pretty lame

All I gotta say is fuck men

I'm over men, so over men

So you all can go to hell

I'm over men, so over men

So you all can go to hell

the duck

Little duckling entered our wide world by breaking out her shell

Little did she realize, shes breaking into hell

Born to live all her life as a number in a line

Limited by the threat of snake and fox and swine

Little duckling follows her mama to the water now

Can't explain just how she swims, she just knows how

She gets them to the water so now mama's done

Sorry little duckling

From now on you're on your own

Upthrust from the quiet life of complacency

Now its up to little duckling to think on her feet

Hadn't even grown her feathers yet when mama flew away

Going to have to find a way to live if she wants to stay

If she wants to stay

If she wants to stay

Unsuspectingly she wandered up to a hunter with a gun

And just like that, old life ends

A new one has just begun

The hunter takes her home and fills her little head with some brand new dreams

He takes a little duckling and transforms her into a killing machine

No more fish and no more crumbs

Now she thirsts for blood

Seasons come, seasons go, and she wanders back into her hood

Little duckling paddles about the pond saying hi to her old friends

Says shes been out soaring the sky tasting all of the cool winds

Accordingly, they take off in their old Flying V

Awaiting down below is the hunter though, and hes got company

With a boom boom boom and a pow pow pow

Ducks fall from the sky

The baying of the hounds fills the evening now and i think you know why

Down below little duckling sits enjoying all of this

The killing, the slaughter, and all the carnage transports her to bliss

When what does she see

A familiar form on the ground

That’s her mama there

All shot in half and drowned

The memories flood to her head and tears flood from her eyes

The mama who abandoned her still holds a place deep inside

Oh what has she done?

Throwing her kind to these cruel men

She knows what to them is fun is to her a grievous sin

Slowly she spreads her wings and takes to the sky

Our poor hero knows that this will be her last flight

With a boom boom boom and a pow pow pow

Ducks fall from the sky

The baying of the hounds fills the evening now and I think you know why

Down below our duckling lies all shot full of holes

And what happened to his favorite pet?

Well, the hunter will never know

And what happened to his favorite pet?

Well, the hunter will never know

The hunter will never know

The hunter will never know

gone whalin’

I'm in my car

I'm off to sea

And if they ask I've gone whaling

So bring them big

Don't show me small

Take my harpoon and spear them all

I cruise the land looking for fish with big blowholes

I get my wish

I like them large

Don't fit my boat

Tow them behind with a bit of rope

So bring them big

Don't show me small

Take my harpoon and spear them all

I prefer to whale at night

They're in the mood

The time is right

I catch the fish

I take her home

Tell my roommate leave us alone

So bring them big

Don't show me small

Take my harpoon and spear them all

So bring them big

Don't show me small

Take my harpoon and spear them all

You and the Captain can make it happen

revolt on the mind

Oh, its Friday night, uh huh

The streets alive, uh huh

Got Jesse on the airwaves and revolt on the mind

We going to start a fight

We going to start a riot and we ain't going to quit until he’s dictator for life

We ain't going to stop

We ain't going to stop

Small minds make things happening

Yeah, we ain't going to stop

We ain't going to, we ain't going to stop at all

We live with a knife poised next to a rope

Tied onto an anvil that perched above the knife

We ain't going to, we ain't going to stop at all

We can't stop, we can't stop, or fall, yeah

Well, its Friday night, uh huh

The streets alive, uh huh

Got Jesse on the airwaves and revolt on the mind

We going to start a fight

We going to start a riot and we ain't going to quit until he’s dictator for life

So it begins

Phone drops from hand to floor

Bottle of whiskey by the door

El Presidente is now deceased

No implicating old Jesse

Well guess who's there to take the reins while all the people shout his name

Palace guard don't stand a chance while all the generals do the whiskey dance

Balcony there, they shout his name

He stands above and is acclaimed

“Yes,” he says, “I'll rule this land

And crush it in my iron hand

Now listen all you puny slaves

Do as I say, and I'll take you far

Now give me a beer, give me a woman

But most of all give me a guitar

Why?

Why?

Because its Friday night, uh huh

The streets alive, uh huh

Got Jesse on the airwaves and revolt on the mind

We going to start a fight

We going to start a riot and we ain't going to quit until he’s dictator for life

Its Friday night, uh huh

The streets alive, uh huh

Got Jesse on the airwaves and revolt on the mind

We going to start a fight

We going to start a riot and we ain't going to quit until he’s dictator for life

rockstar jesus

Here in the park under the shadow of a lark

The air feels cool on my skin as I prepare to sing again

A single lock of hair falls below my eyes

I fancy myself quite the prophet in disguise

“Who is this man?” they say, “With the bags under his eyes?”

“Who is this man?” they say, “With the empty hat by his side?”

“Who is that man who sings us uplifting songs?”

“Who is that man who urges us to sing along?”

Well I am not a man, but the instrument of your salvation

Flock to me my little sheep

Let my shine bring you

Bring you peace

My epic career path has already been mapped out

All my label is waiting for is enough hype to bring it about

Sell a million records, download a million songs

Then martyr my earthly body to drugs and alcohol

Who was that man who sang us uplifting songs?

Who was that man who urged us all to sing along?

How I wish he could still be here with us today

Guess I'll just go on his website and pay to see him play

Well I am not a man, but the instrument of your salvation

Flock to me my little sheep

Let my shine bring you

Bring you peace

Well I am not a man, but the instrument of your salvation

Flock to me my little sheep

Let my shine bring you

Bring you peace

I am not a man, but the instrument of your salvation

Flock to me my little sheep

Let my shine bring you

Bring you peace

roar with me

Roar like a tiger chilling in a lair

Roar like a lion dominate the prairie

Roar like a bear who's roaring on a dare

I roar in their face get out of my hair

All these motherfuckers try and invade my island

Poking their nose in the space where I sit

I’ve had quite enough of them nosing about

So, gather your breath and give a big shout

And roar with me

Yes roar with me

Show these rookies who they’re dealing with

Spittle on their face and make their ears bleed

They pay no heed

They still bother me

Time for more desperate measures before I go crazy

I build a fire straight on the lake

Watch that water bubble and bake

Can't get through

Well, what's it gonna take?

We got national security at stake

Celebratory toast and butter

When what do I see but a coast guard cutter

Dousing them flames before I can utter

Oh you silly buggers

The smoke and steam mix

Draping my island with a gray veil

Completely obscuring the outside world

And for just a moment, I can dream that I am alone

And I am happy

Alas, ‘tis just a dream...

My next scheme is a plague of aphids

Making them scratch in different places

But those tourists bring their pesticides

Ruin my game which I thought so wise

Next I attack with a storm of monkeys

Throwing their feces smelling so funky

They halt the attack just so they can have sex

Stupid ass monkeys

I tell them they next

Now these tools go and file a complaint

Protesting all my schemes to date

They lock me up in an iron cage and watch me pace and rumble and rage

Oh you bloody cake eating fools

You've pissed me off some more

I'll have all your gizzards in a sling

Just wait, you'll see what wrath I can bring

Roar like a tiger chilling in a lair

Roar like a lion dominate the prairie

Roar like a bear who's roaring on a dare

I roar in their face get out of my hair

All these motherfuckers try and invade my island

Poking their nose in the space where I sit

I’ve had quite enough of them nosing about

So, gather your breath and give a big shout

And roar with me

Yes roar with me

Show these rookies who they’re dealing with

Spittle on their face and make their ears bleed

Roar with me

Roar with me

Roar with me

Roar with me

Oh you bloody cake eating fools

You've pissed me off some more

I'll have all your gizzards in a sling

Just wait, you'll see what wrath I can bring

So roar with me

Yes roar with me

Show these rookies who they dealing with

Spittle on their face and make their ears bleed

splash!

The school is quiet

Class is out

The halls, the halls are empty

The dorms are too

Got time to kill before heading out

So you tell me whats a young man to do?

Come on

Stairwell

Garbage bag

Let it go

Watch it splash

Well I think that this is boring

Cooped up inside, out its pouring

Why don't we get extra high and find some way to pass the time

Well, we got weapons of mass destruction

Let the dorm witness eruption of some good old fashioned mischief

Enough to make that old dean throw some fits

Well lets get this starting small filling bottles in the hall

Armed and ready, relocate

Flip the switch and detonate

Can we go bigger?

Yes we can

From cardboard box to garbage can

Make our own Niagara Falls in our own lowly Ruef Hall

What’s a young man to do?

Come on

Stairwell

Garbage bag

Let it go

Watch it splash

Public safety, paid by the hour to contest our air power

When they come to investigate

Just simply pretend to masturbate

I didn't see and I didn't hear

Yeah, well I certainly don't have no beer

Well, I if i see them, I'll make a fuss

Because they should know that its dangerous

It’s dangerous?

Oh, actually they don’t

But what’s a young man to do?

Come on

Stairwell

Garbage bag

Let it go

And watch it splash

Stairwell

Garbage bag

Let it go

And watch it splash

Splash

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Music by JJAHBG