7 Deadly Gins

by Jaune Attend

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“7 Deadly Gins” is Jaune Attend’s 3rd album but first in the electro hip-pop genre. This home-made musical art has a background made up of vintage synthesisers to where Jaune Attend layers it with a coating of hip-hop flows and nasal singing.

This Montreal bilingual artist has created a seven song mini album that takes us on a fun diverse trip through various subjects. The songs theme span from serious (male human evolution on HE) to more light-hearted (Terminator 2 movie on John Connor).

Yeah folks this is what we call true D.I.Y. (do it yourself), everything on this album, from the recording too the cover artwork, is entirely done by Jaune Attend.

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released July 16, 2013

Music and Lyrics by Jaune Attend
Recorded and Produced by Jaune Attend

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Jaune Attend Montréal, Québec

Struck by lightning while in a bus shelter, a bright yellow flash of intense electrical power mysteriously transmitted musical abilities to Jaune Attend’s brain, throat and fingertips. His artistic creations have been ongoing since. Jaune Attend writes, plays, sings, raps, records, and produces everything on his albums, all of which he couldn’t do before the incident. ... more

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Track Name: Dead Animal Carcass Center-Piece
No matter what you say, no matter what you do
There’s a good chance, he will hate you
Don’t care about your problems, Shows no pity
Don’t care about possessions, Shows no envy
Never impressed by, anyone’s useless actions
Hostile vicious aggression, ‘ s a natural reaction
Flashing piercing, razor-sharp fangs, to intimidate
Shooting daggers, in his eyes, caution you to stay away
(A) strong personality, charming, charismatic
Quick-fix, dirty-tricks, hard to predict
Predator, on the prowl, stalking down its prey
No authorities, no rules, no laws to obey

Jose Quento, never runs
Jose Quento’s never done
Jose Quento, never runs
Nine, lives, are, bet,ter, than, one
Jose Quento, never runs
Jose Quento’s, never done
Jose Quento never runs

That’s why nine lives, are better than one
Glad I’m on his side, lucky to be on his team
Though I never quite know, if he’ll ever turn on me
Worried, I try, hard not to show it
Though he can, probably smell, my distress and panic
Rumour has it; he ate 3, of his own children
Just to show, he had no, emotional attachment
Lovely, Dead animal, carcass center-piece
To Quento your nothing but, talking dead meat

Jose Quento, never runs
Jose Quento’s, never done
Jose Quento, never runs
Nine lives are, bet,ter, than, one
Jose Quento, never runs
Jose Quento’s, never done
Jose Quento, never runs

That’s why nine lives, are better than one
Every single enemy that planed, his assassination
Never came close, to getting, his divine attention
Cause Jose Quento, never runs
Jose Quento’s, never done
Jose Quento, never runs
Jose Quento’s, never done
Track Name: HE (Human Evolution)
AS the world turns and evolves
Principles, remain the same
History’s repeated but unsolved
We hate to lose, we love to gain
We hate to lose we love to gain, we hate to lose

Sun beams, infiltrate through cracks of the eyelids
Neural impulses, (goes) from slow pace to rapid
Evolved organic system, starts to awaken
Triggers energetic forces, that can’t be broken
Taking shape(shape,shape,shape…) taking form(form,form…)
Preparing for the many tasks, to perform
Great logic, and problem solving skills
Anxious (and) nervous, with a determined will

He’s learning/ evolving
Yet forgetting, the simple things

Enlightened, with a part that remains dark
(A) Suspicious mind, with a brave heart
Precise, hand-eye, coordination
Standing tall, amongst, competition
He can’t get no, satisfaction
(For) pursuing, chasing, dogging opposition
Life’s challenges, make him adapt
To his surroundings which is, his natural habitat
Equipped with unlearnt, Instinctive knowledge
For Crafting, his own Tools and weapons
Family protector, bring home the bacon
Fights back, not to, drown in the Deep end
Stress liberation, releasing some tension
Through means of, Artistic expressions
Any attempts of muting, ones life’s Rhythm
Launches a cascade of, Defense mechanisms
Profound, doesn't like to verbalize his concerns
Face is stern, hide the fact that, there are things in which he yearns
Bottled up, fears, flaws and lies
The same bottle, we all have, inside

AS the world turns and evolves
The principles, remain the same
History’s repeated but unsolved
We hate to lose, we love to gain

Still learning/ evolving
Yet forgetting, the simple things

As time progresses, survival of the fittest, switches
To Survival of the richest (x2)
Track Name: Party Pooper
He’ll crash the party
He’ll crash the party
He’ll crash the party
And All your festivities
Your get-together
The baby shower ( The family supper)
Will turn your upper
Into a downer(x2)

This hater is a Party pooper, A party pooper
This hater is a real Party pooper(x4)
a Party pooper(x2)

Negativity, should subtract you from the equation
Broken circuit, inhibits, the positive connection
Yeah,You hate others, like you hate yourself
Hate yourself, like you hate others(x4)
Hates the music, hates the wine
Hates your guts and hates mine(x2)Noooo
He’ll crash the party
He’ll crash the party(4321)

This hater is a Party pooper, A party pooper
This hater is a real Party pooper, Dance (x3)

Hates the music, hates the wine
Hates your face, and hates mine
He’ll crash the party no,no
He’ll crash the party oh,oh
He’ll crash the party [Crash]
Track Name: All Sinners
Well, Well, Well, Welcome, to the jungle
Launch pad, without a shuttle
It’s the halls of fame, that lead me
To the windows, of opportunity
Milked soaked, (your) cookie crumbles
The, easy, layup, fumble
Birdie, eagle, albatross
Parallel lines will never cross
Peat moss, now grows in your ears
Filters the noise, you been subjected too for years
“Cheap beer washes away, the bitter aftertaste
While guilt and shame, piles up like human waste”

We’re all sinners, some more than others
Truth hurts, lying to yourself’s much better (much better)
All sinners, some more than others
Truth hurts, lying to yourself’s much better(x2)

Solid Iron bars on kitchen windows, outlooks blue skies
Also, where I hang, my clothes up to dry
Game-over, to continue, press the start button
I’ll share my toothbrush, but not, my opinions
Rare jewel, exceptional, replicating, molecule
Burn it right off, with lighter fuel
First one to die, losses, will settle this
My words punch, harder than fists
Nosebleed evacuate, excess plasma
Volcanoes, drooling, rivers of burning lava
Thanks for shiting on my lawn, neighbor
It’s your fertilizer, that makes my grass greener

We’re all sinners, some more than others
Truth hurts, lying to yourself’s much better (much better)
Track Name: Seagulls
Large Instant coffee, cinnamon bun
Morrison told me, there’s a killer on the run
Partly skimmed milk,(yeah) 10% cream
Sleepwalk through, all my bad dreams
Brain freeze, frontal lobes start to squeeze
Blow away the summer blues, with the Hawaiian breeze
Old man, trapped in a teenager’s body
X generation, hasn’t left its mark on me
Extra logic, and anxiety
Excess baggage, being carried
Adrenaline glands, secreting through my system
Clutch performance, any game situation

Sounds, of crashing, waves forever
Island fever, Surrounded by water
Seagulls escape, to land that`s safer
High tide’s rising, to put out the fire

School’s out, for the summer
Two months off as sober, as Alice Cooper
One shot, fade away, buzzer beater
Just like a Reggie Miller, Three-pointer
Shades protect, light blue arctic wolf eyes
From the secrets you hide, deep inside
The Discovery, the unconsciousness
Unconsciously, (the) one and only witness
Drinking, liquid, concoctions from the lab
My mind blasts off, from the launch pad
Seagulls, prevent, my free fallin’
(We)both represent, the northern seven islands
Coniferous trees and scattered tundra
Blends perfectly, with sea salt aroma
Traded my seven, for one colossal island
With smog, traffic, and loud sirens

Sounds, of crashing, waves forever
Island fever, Surrounded by water
Seagulls escape, to land that`s safer
Leaving behind the castaway members

Unrevealed riddles, undisclosed codes
Wasting your time, at the crossroad
(The)potential ship’s, getting harder to steer
Automatic pilot, (for )the last 10 years
Northern winds blows, in my direction
But my sails have been, destroyed, in action
So we coast to the motion, of the ocean
Let life`s rhythm, define definitions
Beneficial, wherever, I may roam
Kill two birds, with one stone
Un-common, Imagination
Drink buddies with London’s, Alexander Gordon
Rearrange the internal memory, logically
Uneasy, to hotwire (the) circuitry
The Sparkling fades, (it’s a) passing phase
Set, your cold, shoulder ablaze

Sounds, of crashing, waves forever
Island fever, Surrounded by water
Seagulls escape, to land that`s safer
High tide’s rising, to put out the fire

Fetch the fuel, I’ll get the matches
Let’s torch down, The box of suggestions
As we dance ‘round the ring of fire
Mysterious power, grows stronger and stronger
Grows stronger and stronger, grows stronger and stronger
This mysterious power, grows stronger and stronger(x2)
[inhale the fumes]

Sounds, of crashing, waves forever
Island fever, Surrounded by water
Seagulls escape, to land that`s safer
Leaving behind, the castaway members
Track Name: John Connor
Past- Present –Future / Always undercover
Hiding all alone/ Mom’s in a psych home
Motor biking / Guns and roses blasting
Can’t trust anyone/ danger’s never done
No one takes him seriously, believe in his stories
Questions himself. if he’s paranoid or crazy
John Connor lost his credability
Tracked down, No matter where, he lays low
Never knows, if he’ll be alive tomorrow
John Connor lost his ego

He’s on the run/Yeah, He is always on the run,
John Connor’s on the run/Always on the run?
He’s on the run/Always on the run,run(x2)

Always has the feeling, he’s being followed
Always has the feeling ,he’s being observed
John Connor’s never seen nor heard
Can’t swallow, heart’s in his throat
Never stops running refusing to choke
John Connor isn’t like the other folks
Future, Leader, of the rebellion
Robots chase him, to abort the mission
John Connor in constant action
End of the world, is around the corner
Full blown robot ,Machine take over
John Connor can you save the future?

He’s on the run/ Yeah, He is always on the run,
John Connor’s on the run/Always on the run?
He’s on the run,run/ Always on the run,run(x4)
Track Name: Le Crosseur
T’allumes ta chandelle, par les deux bouts
Manges une patate familiale, aux Casse-croute
La graisse qui dégouline, de tous tes pores
T’empêche, de donner, un petit effort
Tu bois, ta douze tablette,( à) chaque jour
Les charrues déblayent, ton banc d’neige d’amour
T’est la même couleur, qu’le tabac ta smoke
vrais propos, toujours, déviés par des jokes
Maltraite ses flots, comme ses animaux
Tatoues racistes, tapissent sa peau
Un bon à rien, un vrai plein d’marde
Tu vois qu’il est pourri, quand tu l’regardes
Le pire crosseur, des crosseurs
Cheveux gras et odeur, de sueur
Il frappe, aux portes du matin
Pour te quêter des cennes, te pogner les seins

Des connaissances, des confidences, des cris d’jouissances,
Égaré, dans l’trafic, dense
Crosseur, crosseur

En tu cas, Y’a pas sa langue, dans sa poche
Ses Idées ses pensées sont toujours croches
Prends ta distance, viens même pas proche
Moindre p’tite chose, il pette sa coche
Au son d’une cloche, il lance un jab
Tape sa Mère, il Cogne sont Dad
Y’a pas sa dose, tourne mauve (et) explose
Le respect, Tu l’demandes pas, tu l’imposes
Viole ta confiance, vole tes possessions
Un poison qui s’échappe, entre, les barreaux de la prison
Menteur, évite la vérité qui fait peur
Manipulateur, une tête pas d’cœur

Crosseur, crosseur
C’est l’heure, ton heure, t’as peur, sèche tes pleures (x2)
Des connaissances, des confidences, des cris d’jouissances,Égaré dans l’trafic dense