Lost Lyrics

Just Jack


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Jack Christopher Allsopp, Ralph Lamb, Andrew Michael Ross
album: Track 5 in album Overtones
release date: 2007-1-29
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length: 5:48

Cover Art


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Picture this, 2:30 on the hottest night in June
He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon
And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise
And stops to contemplate his wifes thighs as he does up his flies

He finds his slippers where he left them under the chair
Behind the two cups and an old copy of Marie Claire
And he switches on the coffee machine
That of course works like a dream
Catches sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen

And it's a face he knows well although it should look less abused
With all these moisturizers and the skin products he's used
As he moves through the kitchen, his homage to brushed steel
Across the new pine floorin' that's plastic but looks real

Past the plasma with the wide screen
And the cinema surround sound
And he stops on his favorite spot by the window and looks down
On the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park
Where his Audi TT is waitin' safely in the dark

Keepin' it all inside of you
Somethin' will have to give
And if you could you'll take it back
But you lose your way in the way you live

Now he can hear wind chimes tinklin' out on the balcony
And his phone beepin' out a text message in the same key
He checks it and it?s Jill who used to be his secretary
Before they started an affair and things began to get really scary

Now his wife Mary is gettin' weary of his lies
Like she's read the whole sordid story in his eyes
It doesn't help that Jill?s now sayin' that she's two weeks late
His mental state is really startin' to deteriorate

He never knew how he got so out of his depth
Or why he's broken more than all these promises kept
And it?s been ages since he slept properly
His sleeps now broken by these dreams of extra-marital activity

Tryin' to recapture the rapture he used to get
From his material possessions and endless retail therapy sessions
Shoulda listened to what his dad said before he died
?The best things in life are the ones you can't buy, son?

Keepin' it all inside of you
Somethin' will have to give
Wish you could buy a ticket back
But you lose your way in the way you live

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to IKEA
Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls
With the over painted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box fresh Nikes
Deliverin' rocks to the house across the street
On rusty mountain bikes

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to IKEA
Away from the shouts and the louts and the girls
With the over painted pouts
And the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box fresh Nikes
Deliverin' rocks to the house across the street
On rusty mountain bikes

Track Listing

  • 1 Writer’s Block
  • 2 Glory Days
  • 3 Disco Friends
  • 4 Starz in Their Eyes
  • 5 Lost
  • 6 I Talk Too Much
  • 7 Hold On
  • 8 Symphony of Sirens
  • 9 Life Stories
  • 10 No Time
  • 11 Mourning Morning
  • 12 Spectacular Failures / Koolaid