Tea Party with Mr. Death EP

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released April 20, 2016

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J.R. August Zabok, Croatia

J.R. August is a singer-songwriter, music producer and multi-instrumentalist from Zabok, Croatia. Born on 1/30/1989 in a small village surrounded by a forest, J.R. spends most of his time playing piano, writing melodies and poems and flyfishing.

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Track Name: Izdajnička Zvona (2014.)
Izdajnička Zvona (2014.)

Sanjam izdajnički san
Da me trpka crna Smrt
Nehotice svojih ruku
Edenski u 'spušta vrt.

Tam mi slavuj pjesmu poje
Vjekovima čeka ona
Tam već stotin' ljeta Matoš
Sluša rajska zvona bona.

Al' tad budim se u znoju
S crnim očima od stakla
Pored Bruta, Kajs'ja, Jude
Devetom u krugu pakla.

Tu mi gavran jetru kljuje
Tu ne čeka mene ona
Tu već stotin' gorkih ljeta
Slušam izdajnička zvona.
Monotona.
Track Name: Black Limousine
Black Limousine

Spent years on the sidewalk
Waitin' on that yellow cab
To take me uptown
To my private lab
When suddenly
I heard a scream
And my eyes reflected
A big black limousine

There was a black woman
Sittin' in the black car
Black hair, black dress, black eyes
She said: I'm Mrs. Black
And I said: You don't say
She said: Why don't you come on in
I'll make your day

She took me for a ride
She made me black inside
The smell of fresh sardine
Lingered through her big black limousine

I said: Driver, stop!
I wanna get out!
She said: No, no boy
Once you're in you're never ever gonna get out!
I said: What do you mean 'Once I'm in'?
She just laughed her head off
In her big black limousine

This went on for years
I was scared
I didn't dare
To tell my wife
I was havin' an affair
And after a while
It became my routine
Drivin' downtown
In her big black limousine

Used to eat my woman's food
Lately it just doesn't taste that good
Like the food from her Black cuisine
Eat my breakfast, my lunch and my dinner
In her big black limousine

Eventually my wife found out
And she filed for divorce
She said: I got these photos
From an unknown source
So, you just sign here
Please, don't make a scene
I know about the woman
In the big black limousine

She had my mother's eyes
It took me by no surprise
See me achin'
Shakin', drinkin' gin
As we're drivin' downtown
In her big black limousine

I wanted to talk to God
So I went into the Church
God wasn't there
Just some boy selling His merch
So I sat by the organ
Played some Bach on amphetamine
Then went back to her
To her big black limousine
Lord, Lord ...
(How I hoped You'd make us low on gasoline)

She knows my schedule well
Hangs around my neck
Like a heavy cow bell
Now, I'm being cautious
For I fear the guilotine
As I'm leavin' downtown
And her big black limousine

Haven't seen her for a while now
I'm starting to believe there might be hope
Things got pretty good for me
I even flushed all my dope
But when the sun goes down
And there's no need for a sunscreen
I'm driving downtown
In her big black limousine
Again, and again, and again
Yeah

Just like they prophesied
It's too late now
But now I realize
I'm the teacher
But she's the dean
Owns the downtown
With her big black limousine
Time of death was 10 a.m.
In the name of the Father
And of the Son
And of the Holy Spirit, Amen.
Overdosed on pure morphine
They found me downtown
In her big black limousine
Track Name: The Darkroom Boogie
The Darkroom Booggie

Tom and Daisy
Are dancers so amazing
But they keep on dancin'
The darkroom boogie
And Mr. J is keen on dancin' all day
And the Darkroom Daisy
Is makin' him crazy

It's the darkest hour
And it's time to say Amen
But, every Friday night
Sport, here we go again
Yes!
Here we go again
Here we go again

Mama Mia
You're sexy
I can see ya
Deep down in the jungle
Drinkin' red sangria
My style is infantile
But my boots are made of crocodile
Skin
Won't you let me in
I could use some gin

This location
A win-win situation
And the Darkroom station
My next destination
Your style is infantile
But your boots aren't made of crocodile
Skin
Don't you let her in
This is not Berlin
Nor saccharine
This could really hurt your skin

Prohibition
Waste of munition
The cops and the outlaws
Go hand in hand
We don't care
Here we go again
Dancin' darkroom boogie
With the house big band

Yes!
Here we go again
Here we go again
Track Name: The Womanizer (The Story of a Traveling Serial Killer)
The Womanizer
(The Story of a Travelling Serial Killer) (lyrics)

Momma told me
Not to dig her
Up, I figure aye?
Well, I got news for you, my dear
Yes I did
I pulled the trigger
You go figure
And now's the time to taste the fear

'f you've been wondering
I been missin'
Drinkin', kissin'
Yes, people say it suits me well

Up in London
In Ann's condo
With the condom on
Drinkin' wine and reading 'Lear'

Down in Venice with my Janice
Drinkin' coffee on the terrace
Livin' life like rich folks do
(How 'bout you, boy?)
Nah, I won't kill you
I will thrill you
Oh, fulfill you, babe
Obedient is what you do
Back to Paris to my Clarice
Havin' champaigne with strawberries
Polidor, near la Sorbonne
(Mr. August- Yes? - Mr. Hemingway on the phone.)
Came in late to pop her cherry
Actin' like she's Virgin Mary
When we both know she's Magdalene

Like my Jenny from Kilkenny
She had many, many, many
She never had someone like me

Down in Santa Fe, New Mexico
Listenin' to the Mariachis on the radio
And drivin' into the sunset ...
Track Name: The Darkroom Boogie (alt. version)
The Darkroom Booggie

Tom and Daisy
Are dancers so amazing
But they keep on dancin'
The darkroom boogie
And Mr. J is keen on dancin' all day
And the Darkroom Daisy
Is makin' him crazy

It's the darkest hour
And it's time to say Amen
But, every Friday night
Sport, here we go again
Yes!
Here we go again
Here we go again

Mama Mia
You're sexy
I can see ya
Deep down in the jungle
Drinkin' red sangria
My style is infantile
But my boots are made of crocodile
Skin
Won't you let me in
I could use some gin

This location
A win-win situation
And the Darkroom station
My next destination
Your style is infantile
But your boots aren't made of crocodile
Skin
Don't you let her in
This is not Berlin
Nor saccharine
This could really hurt your skin

Prohibition
Waste of munition
The cops and the outlaws
Go hand in hand
We don't care
Here we go again
Dancin' darkroom boogie
With the house big band

Yes!
Here we go again
Here we go again