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A Bite Of Hell

by Jabin Law

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1.
Pavlovian 03:09
We can start a new way of life We can tear down any burning hell Gates are open, birds are wild We’ll be running in the streets again Never mind the sirens From has-been comedians I just need to make sure that We’re moving, breaking away from Pavlovian The kind of world we’re living in Is the kind of zoo we used to see Under the sun nothing can hide Dreams are rotting in a fridge that stinks I’ve been drowned Everything was upside down I just need a torch When the alarm sounds In the shakedown After all the lies we heard We can finally break the chains and rise Here we rise Hearts were torn Love was shamed We’ve been to highest mountains Lost in the rain The only lights that guide us The moon has been late We don’t need messiahs We don’t need no slaves No, no no no...
2.
Oh for heaven’s sake Why don’t you feel sorry After all the terrible things you’ve done to me Give me one last break If you lock me in Some kind of cage, some kind of humiliation Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his) Ten thousand dollars or maybe more I don’t know how much he is worth Sometimes peace and sometimes war I can feel it in your dirt I hope you’ll remember I don’t need no doctor I just want to get back what I deserve now Every day is the same Even miss pouring rain I can’t really tell if it’s night or day Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul) Ten thousand dollars or maybe more I don’t know how much he is worth Sometimes peace and sometimes war I can feel it in your dirt You’ve been living in wonderland All I’ve got is in your hand Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his soul) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his) Mr. Lee is trying to sell his (Mr. Lee is trying to sell his)
3.
I once met an angel She flew away I once found a friend, they Said he was lame I once hid a cloud It never rained I once kissed a flower I saw it shrinking, no no, no no I did start a fight and I didn’t win I once broke a mirror No one got hurt No one but me, but me, no no I dived within Our tainted skins Were soaring, were soaring I once calmed my boredom Gentle as haze I came out of nowhere I thought I was a fish I could flow, I could swim I could I was a fish I was a fish I was a fish I was a fish
4.
Dropping historians’ bombs To be more alone Wasting scientists’ tears To quench their thirst The telephone rang I kept myself sane Pushing the hardest button Far away from home Sweeping the slaughterhouse Before the lights black out They must be dead And now I’m on my bed Living in a puppet show With the chimps I don’t know Planting the guilt of Adam Under the carousel God has slept And now I play his chess
5.
I’m writing on a paper About the rules you broke They need some recipe So I brought it to the cook Somehow I end up making money from a book Last time I saw you You looked like a tramp to me A map on your face An avalanche in your tears But still I cannot hide my jealousy I’m spewing up pain While you’re feeding your blues I found in the ditch When I’m on my midnight cruise Good luck to you, anyway the wind still blew It’s such a pity He didn’t listen to my advice Nothing is free Their empathy comes with a price Even the worst rapper now Is not going to use his rhymes You’d better look out Your friend is just a paid actor He’ll mess with your mind He’s never really any doctor You’ll be so in love Staring at the twisted mirror I think it’s time To fill yourself with fears It’s getting dark Go before you miss a year Let’s see what’ll happen When you get to know Mr. Lee
6.
I have been living alone on the hill As long as my mother is paying the bills We never realised the world could spin Until the movie showed us all kinds of sins There is a voice I hear almost every night But sooner or later I will find it right I’m breathing, breathing in and out They’re giving me headaches without a doubt You have been sending me SMS But you know I will never get undressed You choice of words is fine but your tone is flawed No one has taught you to be subtle before Baby don’t you cry in front of the grave The undertakers have warned you to look away I’m staring, staring in and out You’re giving me headaches without Killing, killing time that’s gone I don’t mind going back on and on On and on
7.
Keep me under All kinds of love Keep me under All kinds of love Keep me under All kinds of love Keep me under All kinds of love I lost my way When the stars not gleaming I feel the same Wherever I’m going You can decide Which beams you like You can outshine All the black and white Filling your mines I’m afraid of heights Candies and wines I do not advise I played the game Gambling all my sorrow I’m glad you came When I need a pillow Keep me under All kinds of love Keep me under All kinds of love Keep me under All kinds of love Keep me under All kinds of love All kinds of love All kinds of love All kinds of love
8.
Traces 02:59
Living as a man again Raising the stars above Standing at the edge of the world Searching for another pearl No heroes to come behind No arrows to tell the way I go All we do is follow traces in the dark When we start to run With their eyes I see my friends Toss a coin and try my luck Tenderly I touch the sky Looking for a warm reply No shelter for us to hide No answer when my confusion grows All we do is follow traces in the dark When we start to run
9.
The chef has been so kind to me For not poisoning my family Today his meat broke free in the morn But still it’s my favourite restaurant He served his king But he did not learn to refrain The night was over When the conversation was mundane I don’t own you You don’t own/owe me anything Now, now We never look for liberty We can colonize our bourgeoise Before something dies My friend is afraid of the ghost But he said, you looked even worse in the show Your makeup is more than we’d conceive To me, it’s such a great relief You see there’s no way To go back to the good place This time I’m weary To live in such a disgrace You don’t know me, I don’t know you anyway Now, now We never look for mastery We only lose our memories Before something dies The prince is looking for a job To pay for his neighbours and his dog I will lose my appetite For which I still have to fight
10.
Maybe A Word 03:07
Maybe a word is just too brief To tell you how I really feel Maybe I am just too weak Weak as a drifting, falling leaf Fallen leaf I wonder if they are building walls Or they are just covering sores Living less and losing more I wanna know what’s going on Break through the curtain, go out and play Lean out the window, face-to-face It’s not time to cremate or bury You can find a million ways Million ways, million ways Once in a while we’re used to Reaping flowers on the road Who can tell the seasons When they’re sold/sowed?
11.
Hacking the games Searching for chains I wonder what has changed Looking for help For you and myself I wonder if I have failed I really wanna know, I really wanna know Cutting the wires Exiling desires Setting the machine on fire I have seen it glow, I have seen it glow Keep them outside The sacred divide Maybe the reapers are high Can’t go back to the temple now Painting the night In smokey white They have their chemical rights I saw it spread and grow, I saw it spread and grow Wrestling with sand With blood on my hands This is the greatest goodbye Can’t go back to the temple now

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Law’s third studio album, A Bite Of Hell (2019), personifies himself as narrators such as inmates and victims of bullying to reveal the rivalry between desperation and optimism. Emboldened by the candour of folk music and hysteria of alternative rock, the singer-songwriter resists the futility of any hope or despair.


Jabin Law化身怪胎、囚徒、死神……眾多敘事者漫步地獄,哼唱虛構歌謠,掀開的卻是現實世界絕望與盼望的矛盾。2019年全新專輯《A Bite Of Hell》,以民謠的風骨反咬絕望,以搖滾的歇斯底里戳破救贖的幻影。

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released November 1, 2019

All songs and lyrics by Jabin Law.
Produced by Jabin Law.

Music
Jabin Law - vocals, acoustic guitars, electric guitars, piano, keychains
Lung Shing - Drums on 1,2,3,4,6,7,10
Leon Chiu - Cello and double bass on 4, 9
Isaac So - Flute on 9
Jeremy Bearimy - bass guitar, backing vocals on 1,2,3,4
Some random pigeons and birds - ambience on 3,4

Design
Michael C.W. Chiu - Photography
Lung Shing - Album design

Special thanks to: Heidi Kwong, Lammy Tsui

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Jabin Law

Jabin Law is a Hong Kong-based singer-songwriter. His music bears the weight of urbanism.

Jabin Law,香港民謠唱作人,歌曲承載現代城市的荒涼和壓抑。

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