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by Nicolas Jackson (The Catz)

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This is your one stop album for my singles and most popular tracks. If You are new to my work. Start here!

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released June 1, 2010

All Songs Written and Recoded by Nicolas Jackson

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Nicolas Jackson (The Catz) Chico, California

I am a one man band. I own a Rockband Microphone. I own a copy of MS Word. I own a copy of Sound Forge 9. I own a copy of Sam Broadcaster. I downloaded Audacity onto a computer that I also own. I have an internet connection and a set of headphones that I stole from my adopted brother. Put that and a few other bits together and you have something akin to music.

I am also a record label.
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Track Name: Delusions Of Grandeur
All I am is an unemployable man
I’ve got my reasons
I just do what I can
An overeducated unemployable man
I’ve got my keyboard
Time to make a stand
I’ve got delusions of grandeur
No fortune but fame
Creative work
A lasting impact.
No kids
But my great work to leave behind
My ego is big
My head is bigger
Too good for minimum wade
And nine to five
I am unemployable
Disabled and weak
The only thing I have
Is a mind that leaks
Crazy
Everytime I sleep
I’ve got delusions of grandeur
No fortune but fame
Creative work
A lasting impact.
No kids
But my great work to leave behind
My work grow mold
Bipoler I’m told
I’d rather live now
It’s matter how
Can’t wait for
Delayed gratification
To unfold
By then I’ll be old.
More pain
And much weaker than I am now
I’ve got delusions of grandeur
No fortune but fame
Creative work
A lasting impact.
No kids
But my great work to leave behind
All I am is an unemployable man
I’ve got my reasons
I just do what I can
An overeducated unemployable man
I’ve got my keyboard
Time to make a stand
I’ve got delusions of grandeur
No fortune but fame
Creative work
A lasting impact.
No kids
But my great work to leave behind
My ego is big
My head is bigger
Too good for minimum wade
And nine to five
I am unemployable
Disabled and weak
The only thing I have
Is a mind that leaks
Crazy
Everytime I sleep
Track Name: UC Davis Please Save Us
Everyone knows
How a child grows
But what’s growing inside us
Is going to hurt us
Oh UCDavis
Please save us
My parents can’t say why
It hurts to get well
They say the good doctor
Means well
But it hurts so much
And I don’t know why
I am just a poor
Cute little guy
Oh UCDavis
Please save us
My parents say
When I get better
I’ll learn more one day
And I’ll have
all the time
In the world
To play
Oh UCDavis
Please save us
Oh UCDavis
Please save us
Oh UCDavis
Please save us
If I can make it
I’ll grow big and strong
And maybe I’ll be a doctor
One day
And help a poor
Cute little guy
As we sing together
Up to the sky
Oh UCDavis
Please save us
Oh UCDavis
Please save us
Oh UCDavis
Will save us
Track Name: Stupid Love Song Opera
Stupid Love Song

It’s easy to write a stupid love song
Ask McCartney I am sure he’ll tell you so

Woo woo

But as to living up to your stupid love song…

We suck at that….

McCartney knows….

Yet here we go….

Again….

(oh shit)

Bored Song

It just another day in my boring life
Nothing much to do

I can’t write a note
My mind is broke

Guess I’ll stare at you…

Who Are You So Lovely?

You…..
Who are you so lovely?
Smart cute and cuddly

Talk with me oh lovely
Fore play with me oh lovely
Fuck me oh lovely

You

Cautiously Optimistic Song

You Rascal You
Play Hard to Get You
Oh Call me back You

The Oh Shit Song

You say you don’t like me
You just another one
You tell me I am sweet but not for
You well fuck

You!

It’s Not Me It’s You (And Everyone Else) I

Fuck every girl in the world
Damn this penial thing attached to me!

How
How’d I get so angry?

What made me so angry?

Oh yeah
You

Fucking cunt you!
There’s not a word vulgar enough for
You

You and your….Humbug?

Fuck

The Bitter Song

I don’t like this song
The words are lame

It’s all fucking lame
The apathetic same

Forever is it lame

My sleep at night is lame
My dreams at night are lame

God
I still dream of you

Its Not Me It’s You (And Everyone Else) II

Yeah you

Fucking cunt you!
There’s not a word vulgar enough for
You

You and your….

Ah Fuck me gently with a chainsaw…

Would you look at that?

You?

Who Are You So Lovely? II

Who are you so lovely?
Smart cute and cuddly

Talk with me oh lovely
Fore play with me oh lovely
Fuck me oh lovely
Track Name: Ukulele You Tube Girl
At home alone
Watching Scubs DVDs all day
When Ted the lawyer hooks up
With a Uke player and I say…

Ted’s such a loser
Hey I am a loser too
I wonder if I can get
A Uke player too?

I want a Ukulele You Tube Girl
One who’ll give me chords to sing too
So this crap might sell one day
One who can sing “Still Alive”
Without sounding like shit hey hey

I know it’s a long shot
Wheaton wants one too
I really do want one
So JoCo none for you

I want a Ukulele You Tube Girl
One who’ll give me chords to sing too
So this crap might sell one day
One who can sing “Still Alive”
Without sounding like shit hey hey

At TheDoifter is taken
At Molly23’s too young
I really really want one
This song is almost done

I want a Ukulele You Tube Girl
One who’ll give me chords to sing too
So this crap might sell one day
One who can sing “Still Alive”
Without sounding like shit hey hey

Don’t think it will happen
No the chance is not that great
I’d have better luck
Asking Liza Coupe for a date
Track Name: I Love You
I love you.
That’s all you need to know.
I love you.
In a Seinfeld kind of way.
I love you
I want a chance.
And I want to let you stay.

23
It’s so young I say.
You love it
You want to stay.
I think your nuts
Crazy living in the USA
I want out
Every single day
No fun living in the USA

I love you
That’s all I need to say
I love you.
Don’t look at me that way
I love you
I want a chance.
And I want to let you stay.

Marriage
It’s a silly idea I say
But silly things
You do them anyway
I don’t expect
A roll in the hay let’s say
But I love your mind
And that’s all I need to say
I love you.
That’s all you need to know.
I love you.
In a Seinfeld kind of way.
I love you
I want a chance.
And I want to let you stay.
My mind is stuck
Stuck in the mud I say
I want to leave
Leave the USA
But you want to stay
And change your mind
There seems to be no way.

So I love you
That’s all you need to know.
I love you.
In a Seinfeld kind of way.
I love you
I want your mind.
And I want to let you stay.
Track Name: Far Across The Ocean
Far across the ocean
High above the sea
There’s a plane
And it doesn’t carry me
Far across the ocean
Beyond the sea
There she/he sits
Waiting for me
And I don’t know how
And I don’t know when
Our life together
Will begin

I’ve fallen for you
From far away
I can’t hold you tight
I can’t keep you for a night
But I still love you.
Far across the ocean
Underneath the sea
A fiber optic cable
Sends your words to me
Far across the ocean
Far beneath the sea
My voice travels
To you
Asking for your love
But I don’t know how
And I don’t know when
Our life together
Will begin

I dream of the ocean
I dream of the sea
And the continent
That separates you and me
Five thousand miles
Is a long way
But if this song should make it
I could fly away
Be there in a day
But twelve sheets of paper
Keep me far away
And I don’t know how
And I don’t know when
Our life together
Will begin
Far across the ocean
High above the sea
There’s a plane
And it doesn’t carry me
Far across the ocean
Beyond the sea
There she/he sits
Waiting for me
And I don’t know how
And I don’t know when
Our life together
Will begin
Track Name: Don't Make Me Pay (They Ripped Me Off)
Don't make me pay,
don't make me pay
Don't make me pay,
don't make me pay.
Nobody ever told me what it does
school debt does. Yes, it does.
And if somebody had fucking told me,
oo told me. Yes, it does.
Don't make me pay,
don't make me pay
Don't make me pay,
don't make me pay.
I'm in debt for the first time.
Don't you know it's gonna last.
It's a debt that lasts forever,
it's a debt they had no past.
Don't make me pay,
don't make me pay
Don't make me pay,
don't make me pay.
And that college ripped me off, they really ripped
me oo they ripped me, they fucked me good.
I guess nobody ever really ripped me,
oo they ripped me, they fucked me good.
They ripped me off.
They ripped me off.
They ripped me off.
They ripped me off.
Track Name: Nothin’ Like The Feeln’
Nothin’ Like The Feeln’

Nothin’ like the feeln’
Of breaking her heart
Nothin’ like the feeln’
Tear her apart

Thought I was a good guy
But now I see
More of a devil
In me

Nothin’ like the feeln’
Of breaking her heart
Nothin’ like the feeln’
Tear her apart

Proud god hating heathen
That is me
Let the evil Dr House
Roam free

Nothin’ like the feeln’
Of breaking her heart
Nothin’ like the feeln’
Tear her apart

Now I pay the price
For my ungodly sins
Told a woman that loved me
To get bent

Nothin’ like the feeln’
Of breaking her heart
Nothin’ like the feeln’
Tear her apart

Thought I was a good guy
But now I see
More of a devil
In me
Track Name: Off The Scope
Off The Scope

It’s two in the morning
I am here again.
Searching for the words
For my next big hit

But I don’t want fortune
I don’t want fame
I just want some history to claim

I’ve paid my dues
Holes in my shoes
Starving many days

Just want to get away
Screw what’s real
Give me something I can feel

Getting high on smokes
Dinking lots of Coke
And mountain Dew

This isn’t what I planned
Lost me on the map
And this GPS
Just useless

Tell me where to go
File a flightplan
That I can follow

I’ve stalled like Shaw
Careening off the scopes
Of Buffalo approach

Now they’ve lost me
No return left to see
Just a black plume of smoke
Track Name: It’s Getting Hard to Believe You (Occupy Wall Street)
I am just shy of ten thousand days old.
I just try to do what I am told
But tell me what can I do
I’ve got my sheepskin
Just like you
I don’t know where to turn
So I sit and watch it burn

I feel right
ninety-nine percent of the time
I can’t rhyme
And I’ve got all this time
If your young
You’ll never grow old
Or at least
That’s what I’ve been told

But they say so many things
That haven’t come true
It’s getting hard to believe you

Your can say there’s a plan
Till your blue in the face.
But saying that
Waching the news
it’s fucking disgrace

This place
I want to get out
Want to scream
Just scream and shout
The logic says no
Not the way to go
But my mind
Right
Ninety-percent of the time

It says so many things
That haven’t come true
It’s getting hard to believe you

I wish I had
Some sort of plan
Running out
Don’t know what to do
Is it true?
I am lost just like you.

Let’s raise up of hands
Have a healthy debate
Make love
Not war
before it’s too late

But I say so many things
That haven’t come true
It’s getting hard to believe you
Track Name: Freedom, Creativity Death and Time Not On My Side
Freedom.



I've been in that state of mind.

Living on the street not caring whether I live or die.



In that state of mind it is true:

nothing really matters.

Little high little low.

Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter

etc etc.



That is true freedom



But, the freedom they sell on TV.

The freedom the conservative base and others think they have

The biggest load of humbug I've ever seen in my life.



People buy it like candy.

Hell knock some buildings over

Say freedom a lot

You'll have 320 million drones at your disposal too.



Don't do that

Love is an answer

If not

The Answer

But

I am a nut.

A well educated nut

great GPA

But still

a nut.



Say what you want to say

no one listens anyway



I've been exercising my right to free speech, assembly, and attempting to pursue happiness for a long time.



At nearly every turn I have been

discouraged

disrespected.



I didn't start that fire.



Still

willing to bet

the very second my body says enough is enough

my work gets the break it needs

all that will change...



Death has a way of making the authors work great.

I think my work and I will share that same fate.

Even if both are rubbish.

It's the way it works.



I hope I am wrong.

I hope someone will give me some credit for what I do at some point.



But

If they don't

it will come as no surprise



I lie.

I manipulate.

This is the way I've learned to survive.

If it didn't work I'd be dead.

I am alive.

It works.

I am neither proud nor ashamed.

An animal

which I am

does what ever it has to in order to survive.



Fact.



The only truth I've ever told.

Maybe the only truth I ever will tell



I do my best.



If I didn't I'd have myslef to answer to.

And that bugger

is worse than my Mother

when it comes to judging me and making me feel like crap.

I am my own worst enemy.



Still

Everything else in the universe takes a close second.

I hate you all

But without you I'd be nothing



Fuck irony.



So I suffer on

According to you nothing "constructive" yet



But that's ok

Only 17,012 days

Left before I am really free



Till then

I am destructive

I guess

Writing

Talking

Traveling

Laughing

Killing time



Bring it a bit closer

light a cigarette



Another day over

and as Floyd said

"One day closer to death"
Track Name: The Internet
The Internet
By Nicolas Jackson

Released by The Nicnac Net under a

Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License

Random Facebook comment: SOPA will protect artists. It's a good thing.

Real artists that may be willing to give their right nut for a pack of ciggs, frozen burritos, Doritos and Coca-Cola or those god damn rappers that have the RIAA and their lawyer on speed dial? I pour my heart and soul into my work. It is all I have for a life. That is very true right now. But.....I am not a dumb ass. Once something is on the internet it is there. Free for the taking for anyone that has an internet connection and the know how. And that's the way it should be! I only put a price on my art in hopes of covering my costs. I don't expect to cover my cost. At this point I expect to remain the poor starving artist that I am until I die. For Capitalism doesn't allow for true art to be rewarded properly while one is alive. If my work should make a profit it will likely end up in the hand of the very aholes who told me to give up on my work. I make a point to release my work under a Creative Commons Attribution Non-commercial Share Alike license. This means you are free:

to Share — to copy, distribute and transmit the work (i.e. Internet Radio, make a copy for a friend, upload it on Bit Torrent)
to Remix — to adapt the work (i.e. Use my song in your video, use my world as the basis for your story or game)

Under the following conditions:

Attribution — You must attribute the work in the manner specified by the author or licensor (but not in any way that suggests that they endorse you or your use of the work).

Noncommercial — You may not use this work for commercial purposes. (If they want to use my work to make money they must get my ok and give me a cut)

Share Alike — If you alter, transform, or build upon this work, you may distribute the resulting work only under the same or similar license to this one. (This clause encourages the use of Creative Commons) I would hope that others of my ilk might follow my example. But regardless of the intent passing a law won't and shouldn't force them to. And no law should touch the free mess that is the internet. Having your work published on the internet should only require a connection and the know how. Getting the work of others for free off the internet should only require the connection and the know how. Now not just to be funny.

Released by The Nicnac Net under a

Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License
Track Name: Amtrak
Almost 2 AM
I hear the horn
Northbound again

On Amtrak
Come on Baby
Amtrak
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
Amtrak
Come on Baby
Amtrak

Born in 71
Freight Railroads
Wanted none
Passenger tie up the lines
Fright makes profit
Fright makes Uncle Pete smile

On Amtrak
Come on Baby
Amtrak
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
Amtrak
Come on Baby
Amtrak

Coast starlight is my home
I live with freaks
Engineers
Acs
Conductors
And that poor Lounge car agent
Can’t keep the drunks at bay

On Amtrak
Come on Baby
Amtrak
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
Amtrak
Come on Baby
Amtrak

The TSA makes sure
I don’t fly anymore
That’s ok
Amtrak’s my home
Don’t take away
Stop McCain et all
Today

On Amtrak
Come on Baby
Amtrak
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
You can do it
Amtrak
Come on Baby
Amtrak
Track Name: Where I Stayed
Where I Stayed

Lyrics By Nicolas Jackson

Does anyone have time
to listen to my story?
About the countries where I stayed?
I am chasing a dream
And it makes me sorry
But still
I don't regret it anyway....

Girl, Girl Girl
It's kinda of about the Girls
I wish they all could be Dani California Girls
I hope I'll keep one of them
One day.

But not today
Not today
Today is a different day

Today I went to The UK

Flew in to Heathrow
Guard scared me
Where did The Beatles go?

Took a bus to Manchester.
Lost and alone I called them all
My friends in The UK
Looking for a place to stay.

Had no luck
The first few days
To Liverpool
pricy hostels
and a hostel
I went away

Finely found some places to stay
So I went to Rochdale for a new day
Glad to have a place to stay

Got to have a place to stay

The time was good with The Rudd family
A crude American Idiot I was
So sorry
Still thanks a lot
What may be may be

So off I went to Liverpool.
Off to find an International Girl
As is the case
So many times
I got what I need
But not what I want

But The Beatles Tour
Man it was great
And the Moran family
What a hoot

Caught a train
Back to London, hey
then took the Tube back to Heathrow

But by now, I couldn't pay.
I was living in Heathrow for days...

But I say thanks UK
Thanks you for being
A place I stayed!

I stayed in Canada
The next year
Oh god.
A trip of fear.
She lost her mind.
I followed anyway

But, Canada
They let me say
In a shelter here and there
Stuck on Vancouver Island
Sick and full of fear.

But I say thanks Canada
Thanks you for being
A place I stayed!

Does anyone have time
to listen to my story?
About the countries where I stayed?
I am chasing a dream
And it makes me sorry
But still
I don't regret it anyway....

Girl, Girl Girl
It's kinda of about the Girls
I wish they all could be Dani California Girls
I hope I'll keep one of them
One day.

But not today
Not today
Today is a different day

Today I went to Norway
I'd learned a lot
in the four years
That I stayed here
That is The USA

And I kind of planned Norway
Got a plane, train and a place to stay.

Good to have a place to stay!

I went for a girl and my own fear.
But when I got there the thoughts were nowhere near.
Drank a brew
Ok maybe two with these Aussies where I stayed.

Met some Germans and an Irish lady too.
But no much time to do
I saw the sights.
I got natural high.
Man did the time fly by

It was late Thursday when I awoke
Met the girl for the trip I took
It was great
I got my date
But once again got what I needed
Not what I want

Still were good friends
And I love her a lot
Like a sister or a friend that's hot.
Take offense
Please do not.

Like I say
It's been many years
I'd like to think I can stop the tears.

But tears came out.
Man it was rough.
We were in the same god damn plane
But a separate class and my thudding heart.
Made the universe keep us aprt.

After along flight and a customs nightmare.

I look to see she isn't there.
So home I go limp and broke

I'll try again someday

But today. I just want to say....

Thanks so much Norway.
For being the best
Best place I've stayed

One day all may be good
I'll find a girl from a different world
She will take me far away.
Maybe Norway, Canada or The UK
She will help make me free
Let me stay in the place I want to be

But that day never seems to be now.
Got to hope someway somehow

But for now
Thanks Norway for being the best place I've stayed

You've got it all
So far as I can see
Transit, healthcare, education peace and love
As far as the eyes can see

Now I know what my relatives thought
The land of opportunity The USA is not
The magic moved back across the sea
I just wish it had
Brought me.

Why can't it just bring me.
All I want opportunity and social security.
And maybe a love for me...

Universe
Please help me now.
Get me this someway somehow
And thanks to the countries
And people of where I stayed!
Track Name: I Wanna Go Home
I say it all the time
And it don’t rhyme
I wanna go home

I think I picked it up
From my senile gram
I wanna go home
I get so tired of living alone
I wanna go home
Traveling this world all alone
I wanna go home
I feel broke up
And all alone
I wanna go home
Home is where the heart’s
Well where the fuck is that?
I don’t even have a welcome matt
I just wanna go home
I’ve lived everywhere
And it ain’t fair
I just wanna go home
I haven’t been there
In there some many years
I forgot where it is
I just wanna go home
Yes I feel so broke up
Just wanna go home