Jack

Jack

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Jack is a 70s’ style progressive rock band influenced by Peter Gabriel, Pink Floyd, Genesis, and Led Zeppelin.

Biography

Jack is a 70’s style progressive rock band from Lexington, Kentucky, influenced by artists such as Peter Gabriel, Pink Floyd, Early Genesis, and Led Zeppelin. They recently released their debut album, based around the mountain tales of a boy named Jack

Matt Page and Joey Waters have played, written, and toured together for the last 12 years. Their last project, Lyrics Vice, culminated in a California tour, ending with a headlining gig at Hollywood’s Whiskey A Go Go, and a review in the national magazine, Music Connection. Things were just picking up when the band decided it was time to move in a radically different direction. For the last 2 years, Waters and Page have been establishing a new group, with a new focus on storytelling as a means of engaging socially relevant issues and ideas. The band is committed to exploring music’s power as a narrative device, and its cultural relevance in modernizing the stories of our past.

Jack’s debut release, The Giants’ Newground, is a modernized narrative loosely based around the Appalachian Jack Tales. The 72-minute, 17-song album, was recently performed in its entirety to a sold out theatre in Lexington, Kentucky, with full set and light design by artist Ashley Watson, and video projections by New York artist Robert O’Connor. The theatrical version of the show will tour to other regions, while an abridged version of the set will be played in concert venues throughout the Eastern US.

Lyrics

Head out of the clouds

Written By: Jack

I can recall, some time ago, catching waves from above on my radio. But the light burns brighter here, up high. But I can’t justify, all I’ve sacrificed. Its time to get your head out of the clouds. There’s no heaven here anyway. I can recall, lifting off the ground, propelled through the air like a cannonball. But the wind blows harder here, up high. But I can’t justify, all I’ve sacrificed. Its time to get your head out of the clouds. There’s no heaven here anyway. And all this weight, between these ears, pulls me through this cotton ball earth. From death to rebirth, and all my lost worth, burned in the oven of the sun. Its time to get your head out of the clouds. You should know by now, you’re too small to be proud. Its time to get your head out of the clouds, there’s no heaven here anyway. Its time to get your head out of the clouds. Its time to get your head out of the clouds. Jump, Jump Jack.

Dirt under your feet

Written By: Jack

It’s good to see the dirt under your feet, why don’t you follow me home. If they say I could keep you, you know that I would. It’s much easier here, leave your fear, I’ve got a blanket, I know your cold. I’m small like you, and I feel different too from my kind. I think we could sooth the roar that we feel deep inside. So follow me home. You can follow me home... for a while.

We'll See

Written By: Jack

Playing for scraps on Market, near the open road. On a sidewalk stage we hustle, learning to spit code. She caught my eye on ‘don’t walk’, and watched me from the street. Before she fled in a taxi, and made me miss a beat. I know there is more to this. This can’t be all there is… we’ll see. You come around we’ll see. You need the company. She worked for leather-soled money-men, near the DMV. In a back room office she hustles, made enough to make ends meet. She came last night to see me, standing in black snow. She’s the only one still clapping. So I followed her back home. I knows there is more to this. This can’t be all there is… we’ll see. You come around we’ll see. You need the company. Layin’ in this tiny room, I can’t hear the wolves howling, but I’ve still gotta leave soon. So just keep coming by. Please just keep coming by. I’m licking these chops for you.

River Current

Written By: Jack

Failed in the city of the sky, just need to leave it, far behind with my dirty laundry. I barely made it out with my balls, but they gutted my dreams like a fish at the end of a line. Now it’s me and this little guitar, at the brink of a wilderness, but still too far to sleep. There’s still a pulse that pumps in me, I’ve just gotta re-dream the dream, haunting deeply. And I almost fell in love with this girl. And I almost fell apart for this girl. Now I’m back where I started, alone with no home. The river current pulls me along, floating lifeless like debris washing out to sea. The footsteps have hushed in the night. I might get to salvage one more of these lives. And I almost fell in love with this girl. And I almost fell apart for this girl. Now I’m back where I started, alone with no home.

Discography

The Giants' Newground - 2008

Set List

Below is the 70 minute set, however this set can be cut to 45 minutes as well.

1. Home 2:41
2. We Smell the Blood 5:13
3. Father Francis 3:19
4. This is My Crowd 3:15
5. We’ll See 6:05
6. The Stage 7:15
7. One Last Fix 3:14
8. It Will All Be Over Soon 4:10
9. Black Ink 4:31
10. The River Current 7:17 11. Wasting Time 4:29
12. Sounds Like Magic 3:07
13. Interlude 1:38
14. Soulful 5:21
15. Astray 3:26
16. Head Out of the Clouds 6:02
17. Dirt Under Your Feet 2:09