The Death Throes of a Jaded Empire

by Jack Cade and the Everyday Sinners

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1.
It ain’t easy, it ain’t easy, to peel away the fake from fact and see the reasons for the act. It ain’t easy, it ain’t easy, to hear the lies and see the truth or follow faithful blind and stoop Oh give us the strength, to hold a light up and let it shine on the truth, Just to hold that in your hands… It’s to easy, It’s to easy, To hear your heart felt sympathies Your prayers to god how could this be It’s to easy, It’s to easy, Another man made travesty Blamed upon what can’t be seen Oh give us the strength, to hold a light up and let it shine on the truth, Just to hold that in your hands… Oh give us the strength, to hold a light up and let it shine on the truth, Just to hold that in your hands… Coz it’s so easy, it’s so easy, when you put yourself first of all before your fellow beings souls It ain’t so easy, It ain’t so easy, when you stand up at those righteous gates and ask St Peter to be saved Oh give us the strength, to hold a light up and let it shine on the truth, Just to hold that in your hands… Oh give us the strength, to hold a light up and let it shine on the truth, Just to hold that in your hands…
2.
We was Kickin’ heels and killing time down on Windmill Street, Take a draw one more it’ll knock you of your feet, Well John he said he had a plan, to drink the whole world dry, Got to take it easy he said, one bottle at a time. Oh those summer nights, Under the amber lights, We were the lost and found, Of a long forgotten seaside town. Crystal skies and grey green seas, penny falls and slot machines, A candy land by the sea for the great unwashed, That grand old lady of history, her tales are etched for all to see, But time it ain’t been kind to that old gal. Oh those summer nights, Under the amber lights, We were the lost and found, Of a long forgotten seaside town. Oh remember, Oh remember, Oh remember, To send me a postcard from the sea. We were in the wilds of seventeen, thought that we’d seen everything, But those bright young eyes hadn’t been beyond these shores, Well we grew up and moved away and the life blood slowly drained away, And that worn out town was sadly left to fade, Now we go back every now and then, to see our folks and remember when, We spent our nights underneath those amber lights. Oh those summer nights, Under the amber lights, We are the lost and found, Of a long forgotten seaside town.
3.
History is written by the winners, No matter if they are the sinners, The people will cheer and applaud, A past scrubbed clean of all fault. Are we all seeing, or are they deceiving, If we ain’t all breathing then should we be bleeding. Look in the mirror to long, You’ll be blinded to all that is wrong, Because Lies can be gilded and polished, But Truth is founded on knowledge. Are we all dreaming, when we should be screaming, If we ain’t all breathing then we should be bleeding. Steel is forged in the fire, Wisdom is born in the light, Fear Is fed in the darkness, All the quicker with lies And laws enacted as chains, Must be broken again and again, For the worth of your life is the sum, Of all that you said and you done. If you ain’t seeing, you must be deceiving, If you think they are breathing then why are they bleeding.
4.
Oh these well worn spires, I thought so grand Stand crooked with deceit on this land And the ground it is dust all beneath my feet On the road of all I believed Saviour or sinner, loser or winner, All are welcome to come, Build a pyre, set a fire to all that you know, We start again at the rising of the sun. Will you live a long life, well beyond the pale, When you own, just half of the tale, For I have danced for decades to long To the words of my old gaolers song Brother or sister, steadfast or drifter, All are welcome to come, Build a pyre, set a fire to all that you know, We start again at the rising of the sun. Now all that we new from those jaded half truths Pull tight on the neck like a noose I’ve a burning desire from the heart of the pyre Of the death throes of an empire Worthy or needy, giving or greedy All are welcome to come, Build a pyre, set a fire to all that you know, We start again at the rising of the sun.
5.
My daemons are hiding just out of my reach I can hear them picking their way through my honesty Wrapped in cold fear, wide eyed in the dark I am plagued by the wilful desires of a blackened heart And the angels aren't singing no more, And their silence is pounding in my ears, Oh How I long for the morning light, but I have found, to the twilight of the star light I am bound. Choking on fears, sweating on time Reaching for the answer to which I'm blind And the angels aren't singing no more, And their silence is pounding in my ears, Oh How I long for the morning light, but I have found, to the twilight of the star light I am bound. My anchors are failing, swept away in the night And I fear that I have lost the will to stand and fight My angels have fled, I can no longer see But those daemons still pick their way through my honesty.
6.
You should burn, burn, burn up those fears, for the loss of the days, the weeks, the months and the years, You can’t turn, turn, turn back that clock, forget all the words, the choices, the years that are lost. And they burn like fire through your bones, Questions with answers nobody knows, Oh your life been delayed, And all you can say, is them bruises don’t fade. You can’t cry, cry, cry for what’s past, the knots that we twist and turn will sometimes hold fast, Don’t lie, lie, lie with them thoughts, they’ll tie up your days and turn your nights to naught. And they burn like fire through your bones, Questions with answers nobody knows, Oh your life been delayed, And all you can say, is them bruises don’t fade. Turn it around all that you found to repay, You don’t Have too, you don’t have too anyway, Turn it around all that you found to delay, You don’t have to any way. You can’t change, change, change what you seen, can’t second guess where you’d be if you could change where you’d been, You should burn, burn, burn up those fears for the loss of the days the weeks the months and the years. And they may burn like fire through your bones, Questions with answers nobody should know, Oh your life been delayed, And all you can say, is one day, is them bruises might fade. You should burn, burn, burn up those fears.
7.
When we look down from above, Dropping pennies in a box for a fund Think we’ve done enough Posting comments and sharing the love What do the people say What do the people say They just look the other way Distracted by a throw away Of somebody else’s pain Thankful it’s not their own. What’s the point to wax lyrical and sing If the words that we say don’t mean anything When the promises fall quick from the lips But then fade like an early morning mist What do the people say What do the people say They just look the other way Distracted by a throw away Of somebody else’s pain Thankful it’s not their own.
8.
Oh, your wild and precious soul, shines like diamonds set in gold, And, the fire in your eyes, burn like lanterns in the night sky You’ve been searching for that one you cannot find, And there is a burning wake of loves you’ve left behind, For you’ve been setting fires all your life. Oh the lion in your heart, roars so loudly in the dark, And the power of your word, strips away all pain and hurt. You’ve been searching for that one you cannot find, And there is a burning wake of loves you’ve left behind For you’ve been setting fires all your life Oh, your skin like silk it slips, beneath my trembling fingertips And the lightness of your kiss, conveys the faintest trace of bliss You’ve been searching for that one you cannot find, And there is a burning wake of loves you’ve left behind For you’ve been setting fires all your life.
9.
Tell your heart not to beat out of time, Take the lead in this dance from time to time, Tread light on the ground so those steps don’t make a sound, Tell your heart to come on and beat next to mine. If you’re that red, red rose standing tall in the sunlight, I’ll be the earth running deep beneath your roots. Tell your head not to think in straight lines, Take a turn of that road from time to time, Little worries they may circle like crows in a murder, Tell your head to run wild with mine from time to time. If you’re that long, long road heading off to new horizons, I’ll be the sun shining down from overhead, I’ll be the sun shining down from overhead. Tell your soul not to dive into the deeps, Take a swim in the shallows as you sleep, When the sun it is shining and the truth is there for finding Tell your soul not to give up and leave. If you’re that bird flying high and the edge of the skyline, I’ll be the deep blue sea beneath your wings. If you’re that bird flying high and the edge of the skyline, I’ll be the deep blue sea beneath your wings, I’ll be the deep blue sea beneath your wings, I’ll be the deep blue sea beneath your wings.

about

The Death Throes of a Jaded Empire was written and recorded by Jack whilst holed up in a studio during lockdown. The album title reflects a growing sense that, as a nation, ‘Great’ Britain is somewhat living on it’s past perceived glories, much like a washed up Hollywood actor continually recounting tales of the good old days. Everyone else is moving on, yet we seem unable to reimagine ourselves in a better way.

Musically, it falls somewhere between 2016’s dark and at times attritional ‘A Murder of Crows’ and the more upbeat tunes of 2019’s ‘Bear Bones’. Covering the theme of awakening, it weaves its way through tales of growing up in a run-down seaside
town, hidden history, navigating the difficulties of modern divisions, protest, deception, love and the struggles of letting go of past regrets. It would be fair to say, Jack doesn’t really do light and easy subjects or tales, and his songs are delivered in a
distinctive rough baritone that, at times, has a nasty growling edge, as if he has his own personal overdrive pedal lodged in his throat.

Ultimately though, it is all about the lyrics, stories, observations on life and the experiences along that well-worn road that breathe life into his songs, painting broad and accessible pictures on each subject.

As Jack puts it. “ I am, like all of us, the product of my upbringing, the places I’ve lived, the family and friends around me, the media I consume, the lessons learned at school, in books and even comics. But the history we learn rather than experience, as a very old adage goes, is ‘written by the winners’, and as such, any uncomfortable truths and facts are buried, lost and polished out of existence. Like the title of the third song on the album, the last decade has been like a gradual ‘Awakening’ for me, a realignment of knowledge and a lot of the foundation blocks that make up my understanding of life and society, and my place in it. This album explores some of this awakening, from my roots growing up in a fading Victorian seaside town to the growing realisation that a lot of what I have taken for granted as being truth is far from it in my little bubble of life. All I can do now is strive to relearn and restructure, question more, open my mind to new ideas and truths, and build new perspectives. “

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released January 29, 2021

Jack Cade - Vocals, Guitars, Base and Keyboards
Ben Cox-Smith Dobro
Hana Maria - Violin
Adam Perry - Drums
Mark Tudor - Drums

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Jack Cade plays a mix of Americana and Alt-Country usually as a solo performer but at times with The Everyday Sinners. His vocals are a rough and ready deep growl, delivered with simply crafted songs about love, loss and the bits in between.

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