dead end road
WRITTEN BY: Jak Locke
VERSIONS:
a) Rain Cabinet (2007)
b) Broke-Down-Town (2002)
LYRICS
a)
Don't you know there's someone else now?
Baby you ain’t even heard the best yet: you've never had the chance to meet yourself
Your mirror tells a different lie each Sunday, you ain’t got a thing besides your wealth
Now all that I remember is your body, delusional illusions you could spare
The dimes for all the broke down offroad merchants the entire broke down town don’t even care
You denied me before daybreak and you echoed it by three
I was crying in your shadow, now it's your turn to mourn me
Baby now you got my shreds of remnants locked away inside some dresser drawer
Lonely lounging someplace by your radio and praying you don’t need me anymore
Disjointed melodies, reminders of what you’d love to disclaim as your guilt
Wasting finely down like hourglass sand inside the ghetto palace that you’ve built
Sing a song of despair agony, don't you know I wrote it first?
The living death you gave was terrible, the one I'll give to you is worse
Baby you could tear a man to pieces as if you’re ignorant about your craft
The plastic hallway opens to your command corrosive wind in every mining shaft
And pointless, spent this anarchy of romance to fill me up with temporary breath
In this absurdist carnival of wishgames that, probably, I’ll play until my death
b)
Baby you ain’t even heard the best yet: you've never had the chance to meet yourself
Your mirror tells a different lie each Sunday, you ain’t got a thing besides your wealth
Now all that I remember is your body, delusional illusions you could spare
The dimes for all the broke down offroad merchants the entire broke down town don’t even care
You could do me nearly anything and think that I'd stand by
And you could run right off a mountain and think that you could fly
Baby now you got my shreds of remnants locked away inside some dresser drawer
Lonely lounging somewhere by your radio and praying you don’t need me anymore
Disjointed melodies, reminders of what you’d love to disclaim as your guilt
Wasting finely down like hourglass sand inside the ghetto palace that you’ve built
You could do me nearly anything and think that I'd stand by
So go and run right off the mountain and I'll watch you die
Baby you could tear a man to pieces as if you’re ignorant about your craft
The plastic hallway opens to your command corrosive wind in every mining shaft
And pointless, spent this anarchy of romance to fill me up with temporary breath
In this absurdist carnival of wishgames that, probably, I’ll play until my death