Jack Conte

Tuesday 24 May, 2011 at 7:44 am

There really aren’t enough superlatives for Jack Conte. This guy is a musical octopus. He writes, he composes, he plays pretty much every instrument in existence, he sings, he produces, he shoots, he scores, and he also makes a pretty mean Cheesecake. And the best part is that whatever he puts his mind into is always interesting and original as hell. In short- he’s the antithesis to all the commercial crap you usually get to hear. So… here are two VideoSongs off Jack’s new album plus a special Pomplamoose treat (Jack is the masculine half of Pomplamoose, an exceptional duo that will be featured some other time). Things you should pay attention to: everything.

Sinking Feeling

Music Video

Lyrics

Maybe I’ll come true,
But I got this sinking feeling
That nothing’s real anymore.

But I don’t care, do you?
I got this sinking feeling
That nothing’s real anymore.

Tell your friends about it,
Maybe they’ll love it, maybe they’ll hate it.
You never know, it could be a lie.

You get what you choose,
And I got this sinking feeling
That nothing’s real anymore.

Tell your friends about it,
Maybe they’ll love it, maybe they’ll hate it.
You never know, it could be a lie.

Maybe I’m just blue,
But I got this sinking feeling
That nothing’s real anymore.

Tell your friends about it,
Maybe they’ll love it, maybe they’ll hate it.
You never know, it could be a lie.

Maybe I’ll come true,
But I got this sinking feeling
That nothing’s real anymore.
Yeah I got this sinking feeling
That nothing’s real anymore.

Off With His Head (Eleanor Rigby, eat your heart out)

Music Video

Lyrics

Off with his head, it’s all for the best,
My eyes hang down with sorrow.
I moan and bellow for lost tomorrows,
Gone away.

Off with his head, you lose what you bet.
Your will reigns down with terror,
Oh feel the horror, oh see the fury
Upon us all.

Lie in the sun – I keep my guard on –
Cuz nothing ever comes when you expect.
Shoot all our guns, let’s kill off our sons!
We’ve too much time,
And too much life,
Too many precious days.

Off with his head, it’s all for the best.
Your will reigns down with terror,
Oh feel the horror, oh see the fury
Upon us all.

Lie in the sun – I keep my guard on –
Cuz nothing ever comes when you expect.
Shoot all our guns, let’s kill off our sons!
We’ve too much time,
And too much life,
Too many precious days.

Off with his head, it’s all for the best,
My eyes hang down with sorrow.
I moan and bellow for lost tomorrows,
Gone away.

Angry Birds (Pomplamoose style!)

Music Video

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http://jackcontemusic.com/

http://youtube.com/jackcontemusic (A new VideoSong is added every two weeks)

http://jackcontemusic.com/albums/vs4/ (You can hear the entire album here)