The Art of Living

by Tujacques

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Tujacques are based in Dublin, Ireland and their music is tagged as alternative with twists of punk, gospel, Americana, roots and alt.country. The musicians of Tujacques (pronounced 'two-jacks') include Matthew Causey, originally from Louisiana, on guitar, keyboards and vocals. Matthew Nolan, who is co-founder, composer and guitarist for Dublin’s 3epkano, plays bass. Bryan 0’Connell of Si Schroeder fame plays drums and singer-songwriter Rhiannon Clark, adds backing vocals.

Recorded at the storied Windmill Lane Studios in Dublin and produced by Cameron Doyle, the album features Richie Buckley on saxophone and N.C. Lawlor on pedal steel. The album of original songs (save Wayfaring Stranger) includes ‘Bourbon and Coke’ (a grindhouse soundtrack homage to Louisiana juke joints), ‘The Highway Back’ (a plaintive alt.country tune) and ‘Take His Place (an alt-Gospel-reggae-fusion).

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released July 12, 2012

All Songs Written by Matthew Causey
Produced and Mixed by Cameron Doyle
Mastered by Tim Martin
Recorded at Windmill Lane Studios, Dublin, Ireland
Engineered by Alan Kelly

Musicians:
Matthew Causey (Guitars, Keyboards, Vocals)
Matthew Nolan (Bass)
Bryan O'Connell (Drums)
Rhiannon Clark (Backing Vocals)
Richie Buckley (Saxophone)
N. C. Lawlor (Pedal Steel)

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Track Name: Wicked Wind
WICKED WIND
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)

In our bedroom, late tonight
Wallpaper looks like a map in this light
One thousand highways and a million tiny towns
I trace the contours and I walk the lines

And the wicked wind whips at the door
Wakes the cat up and
Freezes the floor
And the wicked wind sings of a place
That promises everything
Can’t be erased

Through the cobwebs and the dark plaster dust
Our map marks a land of mistrust
And in my mind I find a road uncrossed
And disappear on it in the fog and exhaust

And the wicked wind weeps at our door
Creeps into our bedroom and
Freezes the floor
And the wicked wind swirls over head
Descends slowly and
Settles on our bed

I walked a highway doesn’t appear on this map
That runs from my nightmares, is riddled with traps
Of misquided wanderings and forelorn lusts
That killed the true love, the kindness, the trust

And the wicked wind wails at our door
Sends you packin’ and
Pacing the floor
And the wicked wind whips at your face
As you walk your own highway
To the undiscovered place

And the wicked wind wails at our door
Sends you packin’ and
Pacing the floor
Now the wicked wind whips at your face
As you walk your own highway
To the undiscovered place
Track Name: Take His Place
TAKE HIS PLACE
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)

Come all ye who love and hate
Come all ye who care
In the wind and the rain where we’ll place our lives
Naked, alone and bare

Stand before the Sun’s great warmth
Stand beneath the Sky
And Heaven’s grace will bless this place
As a body meets a body comin’ through the rye

You don’t need to believe in me
You don’t need to have faith
My Father died many years ago
And I’ll never take his place

Come all ye who suffer and hurt
Come all ye in pain
Lay your body and your burden down
And sing this song of praise

Walk before the ends of time
Let your light shine through
Dance upon your grave it's time
Let the love flow over you

There are many here amongst us
Whose spirit is crushed and lame
Lend a hand to these sad men
And break their tortured chains

spoken:
I need to testify
There are many here amongst us
Whose spirit is crushed and lame
Lend a hand to these sad men
And break their tortured chains

You don’t need to believe in me
You don’t need to have faith
My Father died many years ago
And I’ll never take his place

When a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye
When a body kiss a body
Need that body cry

When a body meet a body
Comin' through the rye
When a body kiss a body
Need that body cry
Track Name: The Art of Living
THE ART OF LIVING
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)

Everybody looks right through me
Like I’m a piece of glass
I feel more like a mirror
Reflecting some long lost past

Its been a long, long time
Since I’ve felt at home
I keep wearing this stranger’s face
Hoping they’ll all just leave me alone

The art of living
The aesthetics of life
Forget truth, forget freedom
Just try not lying to yourself.

I know you don’t have the answers
And the questions only hurt
So let’s take our longings
Crush them down in the cold, cold dirt

Its been a long, long road
And it all looks the same
Same people, same circumstance
All misfired at close range

The price of living
A pound of flesh on the scales
Is a debt whose payment buys
One more coffin, one more nail

The fact of living
Is it travels fast
Yeah, its corruptible
Yeah, it was never built to last

I forgot the rules to this game
Is it no regrets is the best
Or maybe regrets is all we have left
When we settle down take our final rest

If I had a dream to come to true
It would be one about me and you
It would include a big front porch
An ocean view and a sky of blue
Track Name: Radiation
RADIATION
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)


Faithless days burn deep in our skin
. . . radiation heals
Walk my body out to the lower fields
. . . leave me to rest beneath a tree

Thank you for the tumors
. . . a grateful system sings
And I need nothing more from you
. . . and I’ll leave nothing more for you

Sabian cymbal crashes to the floor
Exposed wires spark into the dark
Track Name: Bourbon and Coke
BOURBON AND COKE
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)

There's a road runs out the southside of town
Goes by the name of Highway 71
It's dark and it's lonely out there
But, baby we find our fun

They've got some fine liquor stores
And some dancehall shotgun shacks
We'll find us a jumpin' juke joint
Maybe we never come back

And I'll never tell your Momma
And you'll never tell my Paw
We'll get drunk on bourbon and coke
And later we'll wreck my car

Hop in this TransAm
This muscle car's feelin' alright
I got the accelerator pushed
We're goin' run every goddam red light.

You can wear your blue dress
And your see-through black lace bra
I'll put on my snake skin boots
Baby, we'll look like stars

We'll dance like two lunatics
Like they always knew that we was
Kiss me with those hot red lips
Oh god, I gotta stop this car

And I won't tell your Momma
And you'll never tell my Paw
We'll get drunk on bourbon and coke
And later we'll wreck my car

There's a road runs out the southside of town
Goes by the name of Highway 71
It's dark and it's lonely out there
But, baby we find our fun

They've got some fine liquor stores
And some dancehall shotgun shacks
We'll find us a jumpin' juke joint
Maybe we never come back

And I'll never tell your Momma
And you'll never tell my Paw
We'll get drunk on bourbon and coke
And later we'll wreck my car
Track Name: The Highway Back
THE HIGHWAY BACK
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)

Lonesome bad road
Half-a-day from Mobile
Windows rolled down
Roaring wind conceals
Highway’s emptiness
Hard luck deals

On that highway back from Natchez
Through the piney woods and hard red clay
I felt my heart was so heavy

The land lay open
The sky was so high
Sadness drifted through
You had to say good-bye

To me,
You were the only one
Your eyes,
Were like two shining suns
If you,
Would only come back home

I wouldn’t hurt you
You wouldn’t cry
I can love you
Let me try

Darkness presses
I turn the headlights on
A haunted radio plays
A Hank William’s song
Now I know why
I’m so lonesome I could cry

On that highway back from Natchez
Through the piney woods and hard red clay
It filled me with a longing

To hold you closely
Your lips next to mine
Sadness is everything
Loneliness is mine

To me,
You were the only one
Your eyes,
Were like two shining suns
If you,
Would only come back home

I wouldn't hurt you
You wouldn’t cry
I can love you
Let me try
Track Name: Henry David Thoreau
HENRY DAVID THOREAU
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)

16 men on a deadman’s chest
Yo-ho-ho-ho and another blood test

A tatoo-tag on both your hips
The nurses dance to a total eclipse
Back to the room where they make you strip
And hook you up to the morphine drip

But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain for you

Someday showhow I pray
That all these doubts will go away
That there’ll never be a judgement day
No black spots on my x-ray

There was a darkness on the slide
Twelve out of twelve, side by side
The ferryman began to row
Metastasized in my lymph nodes

But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain for you

Someday I hope that I will go
Straight back home to Thibedeaux
Far from these hospital woes
Live like Henry David Thoreau

But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain for you

Someday showhow I pray
That all these doubts will go away
There’ll never be a judgement day
No black spots on my x-ray

There was a darkness on the slide
Twelve out of twelve, side by side
The ferryman began to row
Metastasized in my lymph nodes

But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain from you

The ships lauched out with eight black sails
Into the storm and wind-force gales
16 men on a deadman’s chest
Yo-ho-ho-ho and another blood test

A tatoo-tag on both your hips
The nurses dance to a total eclipse
Back to the room where they make you strip
And hook you up to the morphine drip

But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain for you

But don’t worry baby
I’m pretty sure you won’t feel a thing
Don’t worry now
I’ll take the pain for you

Someday I hope that I will go home
Straight back home to Thibedeaux
Far from these hospital woes
Live like Henry David Thoreau
Track Name: Last Man Standing
LAST MAN STANDING
(Music and Lyrics by Matthew Causey)

Nobody’s counting
But you seemd to have worked your way
Through most of these men
Who make up this sad town
Nobody’s counting

Nobody’s counting
But I seem to be the last man
Standing here with you
Baby

Last man standing
Right in front of you
Don’t look through me
I can see you

Nobody’s counting
But you seemed to cry a few tears
Over this life

Nobody’s counting
But I called your house all last night
Nobody answered

Last man standing
Right in front of you
Don’t look through me
I can see you

Time is precious
Don’t lets waste it
I’m (you're) the last man
Standing here

Nobody’s counting
But its just a few steps out
To my car, and on
To a brand new life
But nobody’s counting

Now nobody’s talking
The silence comes crashing down
Say someting baby, please don’t let me down
Don’t let me down
Baby

Last man standing
Right in front of you
Don’t look through me
I can see you
Track Name: Naked Brain
It’s the age of the Naked Brain
Nothing sacred, its only profane
I’m sippin fine champange
Thinking ‘bout the new brain drain
Some it’s chic some say urbane.

My heart speaks a double speak
Can’t translate, it's Ancient Greek
Makes you think makes you wanna critique
You ain’t old you’re a fine antique
And your mine, and your mine
And your mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine.

We’re all victims of the Naked Brain
Dancing nightly in the acid rain
Lord and master of the world of pain
Curing the sick, the blind and the lame
Extolling virtues, never laying no blame
Some say it’s sad, some say a shame.

My heart speaks a double speak
Can’t translate, it's Ancient Greek
Makes you think makes you wanna critique
You ain’t old you’re a fine antique
And your mine, and your mine
And your mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine.

It’s the dawn of the Naked Brain
Its got clothes but always abstains
Its goin’ bald so it uses Rograine
Throwin’ matches at old gas main
Move the family outside of Ft. Wayne
Drawin’ up a military campaign
Some it’s chic, some say urbane
Some say it’s sad, some say a shame.

My heart speaks a double speak
Can’t translate, it's Ancient Greek
Makes you think makes you wanna critique
You ain’t old you’re a fine antique
And your mine, and your mine
And your mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine,
Mine, mine, mine, mine.

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