Trespassing Mirage
written by: Jak Locke

version 3:
from Yellow Light District (October 15th 2003) (3:02)
The tortoise shell-like shimmer glint from Sophia's necklace shines
To prisms of the eyes of God which constantly strike me blind
And kissing corpses dredged up from vacations in the swamp
My liege comes strolling vicariously with circumstance and pomp

Sophia knows her place quite well, she wears it on her arm
As wedding bells and carnivals announce her righteous charm
Me, I'm rolling in the carpet from the trial yesterday
And trying to forget about the debt that I must pay

The fifteen dollar sacrifice is going up for sale
To Louis the Fourteenth and Apostle Paul in jail
You can't find truth in fiction like Sophia always says
Now I'm walking to Arabia sorting through this mess

The terrapin and Uncle Remus riding on his back
Make light of all the cargo loads that the tired sailors stack
So I perforate my clothing and my alabaster face
And wait here for Sophia to show me to my place

Every man has his price
Only some of us know ours

version 2:
from Strange Apartments (November 18th 2002) (2:14)
The tortoise shell-like shimmer glint from Sophia's necklace shines
To prisms of the eyes of God which constantly strike me blind
And kissing corpses dredged up from vacations in the swamp
My liege comes strolling vicariously with circumstance and pomp

Sophia knows her place quite well, she wears it on her arm
As wedding bells and carnivals announce her righteous charm
Me, I'm rolling in the carpet from the trial yesterday
And trying to forget about the debt that I must pay

The fifteen dollar sacrifice is going up for sale
To Louis the Fourteenth and Apostle Paul in jail
You can't find truth in fiction like Sophia always says
Now I'm walking to Arabia and sorting through this mess

The terrapin and Uncle Remus riding on his back
Make light of all the cargo loads that the tired sailors stack
So I perforate my clothing and my alabaster face
And wait here for Sophia to show me to my place
Show me to my place, show me to my place, show me to my place, show me to my place

version 1:
from Prismatic Static (April 29th 2002) (2:45)
The tortoise shell like shimmer glint from Sophia's necklace shines
To prisms of the eyes of god which constantly strike me blind
And kissing bags of seasick oyster plankton from the swamp
My liege comes strolling vicariously with circumstance and pomp

Sophia knows her place quite well, she wears it on her arm
As wedding bells and carnivals announce her righteous charm
But me, I'm rolling in the carpet from the trial yesterday
And trying to forget about the debt that I must pay

The fifteen dollar sacrifice is goin up for sale
To Louis the Fourteenth and Apostle Paul in jail
You can't find truth in fiction like Sophia always says
Now I'm walkin to Arabia and I can't find my fez

The terrapin and Uncle Remus riding on his back
Make light of all the cargo loads that the tired sailors stack
So I perforate my clothing and my alabaster face
And wait here for Sophia to show me to my place
Yeah, yeah, yeah

earliest live performance: February 28th 2004