The Light: A Tribute to the Music of J​.​J. Hayes

by Various Artists

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released September 28, 2012

Cover Art by Tom Crosbie
All songs written by J.J. Hayes
Compiled by Beau Alessi & Ray Brown
(with help from many)

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Track Name: Rebecca Satellite - Pharaoh
See women walking on concrete
Where once they strolled on cherry blossomed carpets
And why oh why must there always come a time
When a pharaoh will rise who knows not joseph?

They were sitting in a Nuremburg beer garden
Talking bout the city, the trials, and the law
They were sitting in a Nuremburg beer garden
When a random wind was blowing the sawdust 'cross the floor

Said the elder to the younger, "I hear you went in the country"
Said the younger to the elder, "I hear you climbed the mountain"
But why oh why must there always come a time
When a Pharaoh will rise who knows not joseph?

So they raised their glasses to the women and the wall
They raised their glasses to the women in their song
They raised their glasses in the city that made them
They raised their glasses to the love that might have saved them

And see the women walking on concrete
Where once they strolled on cherry blossomed carpets
And why oh why must there always come a time
When a pharaoh will rise who knows not joseph?

So they took their guitars through the memory of a forest
And one passed the hospital; the other passed the courthouse
And the stench of white roses trampled in the asphalt
Rose to meet the smell of New York City summer piss

And see the women walking on concrete
Where once they strolled on cherry blossomed carpets
And why oh why must there always come a time
When a pharaoh will rise who knows not joseph?
Track Name: Brookes McKenzie - Tape
Oh the tape on Annie’s window
Looks so graduates in pink
blue morabors (?) flying
towards the horizon

And I’m staring at the ceiling
and the world is ripping sideways
There’s nothing I can say
that even points to this feeling
When she walks to the window,
when she walks to the kitchen
she twists and then goes straight
On a random Monday morning

Congratulates encapsulates
You must heed my warning
or they’ll tape you to a window
and tell you you are flying
If you must go along
with another whiff (?) in silence
Well there’s nothing I could say
that even points to this ruin
When she moves through the room
and then she moves to the kitchen
She sways her hips just slightly
And everybody’s dancing…