The Lockdown Lepers

horseshoes & hand grenades

Words & Music by Daniel Nikulin

Featuring Clay Stel, Jocelyn Vernon-Baker, Matthew Blakely, Mark Baker, Steven Cogdell, Adam Burza and Mike Tyszkiewicz

Produced, Engineered & Mixed by Clay Stel at Stellar Productions Toronto, Canada © 2021-2022.

 

Even I
Jocelyn Vernon-Baker: vocals
Clay Stel: electric guitar, bass guitar, vocals
Daniel Nikulin: vocals, acoustic guitar, drums & percussion

I Got Mine
Matthew Blakely: bass guitar
Clay Stel: electric guitar, keyboards, vocals, percussion
Daniel Nikulin: vocals, acoustic guitar, drums & percussion

Ivana
Clay Stel: guitar, percussion
Daniel Nikulin: vocals, percussion

Even Though
Clay Stel: electric guitar, bass guitar, vocals, percussion
Daniel Nikulin: vocals, acoustic guitar, drums & percussion

Trace (with Holiday Drive)
Adam Burza: rhythm guitar, vocals
Mike Tyszkiewicz: lead guitar
Mark Baker: bass guitar
Clay Stel: drums & percussion, vocals
Daniel Nikulin: vocals, acoustic guitar

Humble
Steven Cogdell: keyboards
Mark Baker: bass guitar
Clay Stel: lead guitar, vocals, percussion
Daniel Nikulin: vocals, acoustic guitar, drums & percussion

Warning You
Clay Stel: bass guitar, lead guitar
Daniel Nikulin: vocals, rhythm guitar, drums

 

Even I

truck, truck, truckin’, can’t stop truckin’ away
tied to nothing, push bike in my shed
i can’t let go there’s buzzing in my head
so i keep on truckin’, keep on truckin’ ahead

coast is clear, i got it programmed
cruise control, i got ya set at
an even glow

chug, chug, chuggin’, chuggin’ like a choo-choo train
my loco motives got her off the rails
i can’t sit still, there’s a mad girl on my brain
so i keep on chuggin’, chuggin’ my blues away

and if you look real hard you’ll notice
leaving me behind is hopeless
even i know it’s hopeless
even i know this
even i

coast is clear, i got it programmed
home is near now where’s your head at
and if you look inside, you won’t have to ask me why
leaving us behind is bogus
even i know it’s bogus
even i know it’s hopeless
even i know this

I Got Mine

mine is south african, yours, american
she got hers from a shop near london
brought it home on a plane, nursed it with lemonade
passed it around like a plate at service

i got mine, got yours?
i got mine

warm day in january, proud boys be startin’ shit
tv’s on but nobody’s watching it
the square is on fire, a circle has gathered
as cops pack poison in refillable bottles

now the world’s all shook, its weight on its shoulders
i hit unsubscribe but there’s too many filters
and close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
but i’d bet that we’re close to the end of the race

Ivana

makes her own marmalade
eats a tomato a day
never has nothing to wear
or so she thinks anyway

more than morning tv
gives like an apple tree
but she likes to make believe
and sees things no one sees

she’s more like st. francis than jackie onassis
god keep her across the sea
while she’s chasing dragons you can’t imagine
my world goes to sleep

Even Though

i’ve finally become an impossible man
banished to my own bubble
where i’m never wrong, i’m never late
ain’t waiting on anyone to take your place

and even though you’re not there
you’re there even though

castles will crumble in time and space
but i still get off on your face
you finish my thoughts from miles away
and you know that ain’t gonna change

the darker the sky, the brighter the stars
the better that I can see you
so don’t say a word, just light up my world
this is your time to shine

Trace

i’ll trace your face on my pillow
so that you’ll always have a place to stay
near me i can see you sleeping
in the space i have made for you

and all the bad things that you’ve done
buried alongside mine
pick ourselves up off the floor
the floor don’t need us anymore

crazy, you are singing to me
crazier, i know the song you sing

and all the bad things that you’ve done
buried alongside mine
pick ourselves up off the floor
the floor don’t need us anymore
look at all that we have done
look at all we have become

Humble (Keep Me)

sleep on a lumpy bed, i crack a window for air
my mother’s breath is all i need
it keeps me humble indeed

majestic flowers line my patio, good friends bring their spirit
true love needs no hurry, just a place to go
keeps me humble, i know

keep me humble, i want to live

Warning You

ads on trolleys, tracks to shops
selling me nothing i need
kisses, sweet promise, exchange it for honesty
i wouldn’t change ya even if i could

i’m warning you

i’ll be entangled, blind and spectacular
can’t remember if i’ve ever been
unwind, unravel, unclench my bottle
i don’t need