Deuce of Swords
written by: Jak Locke

version 1:
from All Our Sunlight Scattered (December 16th 2002) (4:25)
The vagabond church bell is hiding all the baying of the hounds in the vans
Raw electricity toils in the sewers as Mary Magdalene drinks from Stalin's hands
Now the violent symphonium is packing all the instruments of polygonic strings
Crying hymns of Artaud in the asylum and mismatching every note that he sings

Inside the evolutionary cycle Winston Churchill and Nostradamus deal cards
To Oedipus sitting in the corner who just turned his glass eye into shards
Pontius Pilate is hanging his latest robe out on the street for display
And the sidewalk prophet is convincing everyone to let the cards fall as they may

Through the sound mist, Terpsichore is calling, giving calling cards of silken reverie
To the pornographic animists in heat who thrive in apologetic misery
And the philosopher who's been poisoning the river with diluted strychnine
Proposes a toast with Milton and Paine, the delicate draft of his vine

version 2:
from Shut Off (June 24th 2004) (3:38)
The vagabond church bell is hiding from the baying of the hounds in the vans
Raw electricity toils in the sewers while Mary Magdalene drinks from Stalin's hands
Now the violent symphonium is packing all the instruments of polygonic strings
Crying hymns of Artaud in the asylum and mismatchin every note that he sings

Inside the evolutionary cycle Winston Churchill and Nostradamus deal cards
To Oedipus sittin in the corner who just turned his glass eye into shards
Pontius Pilate is hangin his robe out on the streets for display
And the sidewalk prophet is convincin everyone to let the cards fall as they may

Through the sound mist, Terpsichore is calling, giving calling cards of silken reverie
To the pornographic animists in heat who thrive in apologetic misery
And the philosopher who's been poisoning the river with diluted strychnine
Proposes a toast with Milton and Paine, the delicate draft of his vine

version 3:
from Hymnal Apocrypha (December 4th 2008) (3:25)
The vagabond church bell is hiding all the baying of the hounds in the vans
Raw electricity toils in the sewer as Mary Magdalene drinks from Stalin's hands
Now the violent symphonium is packing all the instruments of polygonic strings
Crying hymns of Artaud in the asylum and mismatchin every note that he sings

Inside the evolutionary cycle Winston Churchill and Nostradamus deal cards
To Oedipus sittin in the corner who just turned his glass eye into shards
Pontius Pilate is hangin his latest robe out on the street for display
And the sidewalk prophet is convincin everyone to let the cards fall as they may

Through the sound mist, Terpsichore is calling, giving calling cards of silken reverie
To the pornographic animists in heat who thrive in apologetic misery
And the philosopher who's been poisonin the river with diluted strychnine
Proposes a toast with Milton and Paine, the delicate draft of his vine

earliest live performance: April 4th 2003