Crux of March
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 2:
from Brother Sisyphus (2004 September 10) (2:45)
Amid the bohemian garden of thieves
In Napoleonic tantrums far from belief
The Corsican mares they all dress down
As tribal anthems of redundancy sound
To walk below bridges of the Rhine
It's near below contempt for to feel this fine
On derelict complacent brigand decks
The podium where emptiness elects
A vision of a long forgotten shell
Atypical this unimagined hell
Reaches out just shy beyond my reach
That blinds my eyes and confounds my speech
Scarcity of reason casting shadows
Festivals of sobriety that glow
And Solomon never faced judgments as this
Deranged, betrayed and addled by a kiss
Amid the bohemian garden of thieves
In Napoleonic tantrums far from belief
The Corsican mares they all dress down
As tribal anthems of redundancy sound
Yet loneliness comes along with my daydreams
Visitational memories of screams
In spite of all waiting far away
You tease like a ghost of yesterday
In Napoleonic tantrums far from belief
The Corsican mares they all dress down
As tribal anthems of redundancy sound
To walk below bridges of the Rhine
It's near below contempt for to feel this fine
On derelict complacent brigand decks
The podium where emptiness elects
A vision of a long forgotten shell
Atypical this unimagined hell
Reaches out just shy beyond my reach
That blinds my eyes and confounds my speech
Scarcity of reason casting shadows
Festivals of sobriety that glow
And Solomon never faced judgments as this
Deranged, betrayed and addled by a kiss
Amid the bohemian garden of thieves
In Napoleonic tantrums far from belief
The Corsican mares they all dress down
As tribal anthems of redundancy sound
Yet loneliness comes along with my daydreams
Visitational memories of screams
In spite of all waiting far away
You tease like a ghost of yesterday
version 1:
from Brokedowntown (2003 April 13) (2:17)
Now she's the door to the place under the trail
With a blender with a black disco broken to the choice
When you are there lone voice of the sum you wail
This old man to scream high speaker in my voice
Amid the bohemian garden of thieves, a Napoleonic tantrum far from below
The Corsican mares they all dress down as tribal anthems of redundancy sound
To walk below bridges of the Rhine it's near below contempt for to feel this fine
On derelict complacent brigand decks, the podium where emptiness elects
A vision of a long forgotten shell, atypical this unimagined hell
That reaches out just shy beyond my reach that blinds my eyes and confounds my speech
The scarcity of reason casting shadows on festivals of sobriety it blows
And Solomon never faced judgments as this, deranged, betrayed and addled by a kiss
With a blender with a black disco broken to the choice
When you are there lone voice of the sum you wail
This old man to scream high speaker in my voice
Amid the bohemian garden of thieves, a Napoleonic tantrum far from below
The Corsican mares they all dress down as tribal anthems of redundancy sound
To walk below bridges of the Rhine it's near below contempt for to feel this fine
On derelict complacent brigand decks, the podium where emptiness elects
A vision of a long forgotten shell, atypical this unimagined hell
That reaches out just shy beyond my reach that blinds my eyes and confounds my speech
The scarcity of reason casting shadows on festivals of sobriety it blows
And Solomon never faced judgments as this, deranged, betrayed and addled by a kiss
earliest live performance: 2004 February 14