Jam Mechanics S1E10: The Great Toilet Heist

This product comes with a WAV file for the full podcast episode as well as the demos that Matt and Bug wrote and showed off during the episode. We are happy for you to download these for free, and for people looking to support this episode, there is an option to tip during checkout!

On Episode of Ten of Jam Mechanics, we have clearly never played never have I ever. Things come full circle for season 1 and we end things on a cliffhanger (or do we??)

Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we challenge each other to write a song demo from scratch every episode.

Our Music:
⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook

⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠

Feel free to reach out to us at:
Both: hello@jammechanics.com
Bug: bug@jammechanics.com
Matt: tnc@jammechanics.com
and follow us on Instagram, Tumblr, YouTube, and Spotify! Please share the show (and our music) with friends!

-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW --
-----------------
BUG'S SONG
Matt's Challenge: Cliffhanger
Title: The Hook
Lyrics:
It started off as devil’s advocate
to challenge all my views
when every answer has a question
it’s not hard to get confused
this is the devil at his handsomest
so hey, what can you do?
If this clever devil’s accurate
he might convince you too

I found the Devil down in Richmond, he was fishing for some sins
he was perched up on a cloud, I found him humming gospel hymns
I says: You ain’t got a license, this is twice I’ve caught you here
my indictments met with silence, he just beckons me come near

He goes: watch the bobber in the water, down below the pole
when a sinner takes the bait, all that's left to do is pull
you can see the sweet relief on all the faces of their victims
It’s a vicious job but I acknowledge I am quite addicted
Then the pole was in my hand
and I cast my hook out far, this
is how it all began, this is
how my spiral started
[Chorus]
1,2,3…
so we’d meet up every weekend at a different fishing spot
hopping on another city, stayin’ a step ahead of God
I didn’t wanna think of consequences were I ever caught
the devil can be dangerous but no one crosses GOD

we pulled criminals and bitter souls, abusers, crooks, and cons
leaving every city better off before we both moved on
It was thrilling, it was chilling, it was killing evil souls
the methods were quite brutal but goddam, we got results

We were packing up in Amsterdam and cleaning all our hooks
I took a chance to count the bounties, now I wish I never looked
I found a kid inside his bucket, what the hell, he’s barely eight!
He said “he must’ve been a sinner, after all… he took the bait”
[Chorus]
I am an Angel
I took an oath
I am a danger,
a savior, or both

I don’t go fishin’
not anymore
I haven’t seen the devil
in 20 years or more

so when I’m called into god’s office, told I have a new assignment
there’s a lead on where he’s fishing and its up to me to find him
I can’t confess that I can guess exactly where to look
now its up to me if I or he will end up on the hook.
____________________
MATT'S SONG
Bug's Challenge: Cuban Baseball (via Wikiroulette!)
Title: Over the Mountains to Santa Domingo
Lyrics:
i'm seven years old playing catch with my father
in a baseball field in central havana
the crowds have all left but the stadium lights are still on

someone approaches and asks for his signature
he smiles and he beckons me over
says "you can have mine, but his will be worth more one day"

this is the story he's writing
i am the hero and he's watching me go
over the sea to haiti
over the mountains to santa domingo
dreams around here are disloyal
they'll run off and come true for somebody else
well i don't know dad
that's a strange way to tell me to leave
and never come back

i'm 15 years old, i just hit the home run
that pushed my team over the line to the finals
and everyone's cheering
but he is the loudest of all

i want us to go for a meal with my brothers
but he knows a guy he wants me talk to
drags me away to talk money and mansions and fame

you think i don't wanna be all i can be with my whole heart?
you think i don't wanna see every square inch of this world?

i'm forty years old playing catch with my girl
in a diamond we set up right in our back garden
four out of five times our dog gets the ball before us

my neighbours are trying to figure out where
they recognise me from, hey weren't you once someone
i just say, no, you must be thinking of my dad

this is the story we're writing
me and my daughter can be who we wanna be
you still come over on sundays
she runs for a hug when you park in the driveway
sometimes when she's fallen asleep
we go out and play catch in the yard
and i know that that's
a strange way to say i forgive you
maybe one day i'll say it out loud