The Rub

Jack Strange

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Jack Strange

The original JACK STRANGE acoustic alt-folk singer-songwriter!

New Orleans independent songwriter Jack Strange offers a rich catalog of original AI-free progressive folk-rock songs, blending decades of rock, folk, and alternative influences. Strange's albums include Blood on the Neutral Ground" released in September 2025, as well as "Still Alone" (2000), "Heartbeat" (2002), "Ever Laughter" (2003), the post-Katrina EP "Back in New Orleans" (2009), and a new home studio album projected for release in February 2026. All Strange songs are written, composed, and arranged by Jack Morris, except William Shakespeare wrote the lyrics in "Sylvia Who" (1589), and William Blake wrote the lyrics in "Tyger" (1794). All Strange songs are performed by Jack Morris, with special guests the Morris Family Chorus performing on "Peace and Joy," featuring Beckham Breaux, Theresa Ocampo, Payton Morris, Everett Breaux, Jordan Morris, Nora Ocampo, and Marigny Breaux. "Neutral Ground" cover art photo courtesy of Stacey Morris Breaux. "Back in New Orleans" cover art courtesy of Joshua Breaux. All Strange recordings are produced by Jack Morris. All Strange songs are available for licensing for publication, performance, and commercial use. Thanks for listening! strangesongsunlimited@gmail.com Disclaimer: Jack Strange does not exist. He and his musical and literary works are products of a human imagination. Any resemblance to an actual or electronic person, living or dead, or to actual or electronic musical or literary works, is entirely coincidental.

Song Info

Genre

Acoustic • Acoustic Rock

Charts

Peak #64

Peak in subgenre #21

Uploaded

October 10, 2025

Track Files

MP3

MP3 10.8 MB • 320 kbps • 4:43

Lossless

WAV 47.5 MB

Lyrics

It all looked unfamiliar
And felt the same
As if a veil had dropped
Or had been raised
It was the rub it was the rub

Inside utter darkness
Brightly shone
On rows of blank spaces
And beds of bone
It was the rub it was the rub
It was the rub it was the rub

To sleep perchance to dream
Of life inside your head
But it's not quite the same
When every living thing is dead
It was the rub it was the rub

With so much of nothing
Everywhere
An air of emptiness
Filled the air
It was the rub it was the rub

In an open doorway
He dropped his eyes
Blinded by the light
Of empty skies
It was the rub it was the rub
It was the rub it was the rub

To sleep perchance to dream
Of life inside your head
But it's not quite the same
When every living thing is dead
It was the rub it was the rub

He stumbled back inside
And hit the floor
Dreaming he's alive
Forevermore
It was the rub it was the rub
It was the rub it was the rub
It was the rub it was the rub
It was the rub it was the rub


Words and Music (c) 1992, 2025 by Jack E. Morris+

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