Just Like Dresden
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Strange Apartments (November 18th 2002) (3:40)
Prismatic cascades fall to me, angelic voices call to me
Lightning filled now empty veins, she commands the storms and rains
Contagious flames filled with light, the timepiece hand that killed the night
Upon the lunar halo's lance returned to hold Brancusic stance
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Patience is a beggar's game, addiction goes by any name
Retired to a god's reward, the favor of the Queen of Swords
In crystal balls and augurs' flights I dare not glimpse the future nights
Rejecting trite inane repose, Achilles' heel long been exposed
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
No chance that any of this was real, iconoclastic virtues concealed
The bellows of the mornin sun that rose and flares no matter strength of wind that blows
Now tethered by a cord of hollow pearls, with that she'd take my soul and all the godforsaken world
The drifter's lane's what it is that waits, your thread now at the scissor of the fates
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Lightning filled now empty veins, she commands the storms and rains
Contagious flames filled with light, the timepiece hand that killed the night
Upon the lunar halo's lance returned to hold Brancusic stance
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Patience is a beggar's game, addiction goes by any name
Retired to a god's reward, the favor of the Queen of Swords
In crystal balls and augurs' flights I dare not glimpse the future nights
Rejecting trite inane repose, Achilles' heel long been exposed
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
No chance that any of this was real, iconoclastic virtues concealed
The bellows of the mornin sun that rose and flares no matter strength of wind that blows
Now tethered by a cord of hollow pearls, with that she'd take my soul and all the godforsaken world
The drifter's lane's what it is that waits, your thread now at the scissor of the fates
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
version 2:
from Brother Sisyphus (September 10th 2004) (3:34)
Prismatic cascades fall to me, angelic voices call to me
Lightning fills now empty veins, she commands the storms and rains
Contagious flames filled with light, the timepiece hand that killed the night
Upon the lunar halo's lance returned to hold Brancusic stance
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Patience is a beggar's game, addiction goes by any name
The bellows of the morning sun that rose and flares no matter strength of winds that blow
Retired to a god's reward, the favor of the Queen of Swords
Rejecting trite inane repose, Achilles' heel long been exposed
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
No chance that any of this is real, iconoclastic virtues now concealed
Now tethered by a cord of hollow pearls, with that she'd take my soul and all the godforsaken world
In crystal balls and augur's flights I dare not glimpse the future nights
The drifter's lane's what it is that waits, my thread now at the scissor of the fates
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Lightning fills now empty veins, she commands the storms and rains
Contagious flames filled with light, the timepiece hand that killed the night
Upon the lunar halo's lance returned to hold Brancusic stance
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Patience is a beggar's game, addiction goes by any name
The bellows of the morning sun that rose and flares no matter strength of winds that blow
Retired to a god's reward, the favor of the Queen of Swords
Rejecting trite inane repose, Achilles' heel long been exposed
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
No chance that any of this is real, iconoclastic virtues now concealed
Now tethered by a cord of hollow pearls, with that she'd take my soul and all the godforsaken world
In crystal balls and augur's flights I dare not glimpse the future nights
The drifter's lane's what it is that waits, my thread now at the scissor of the fates
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
Oh paragon take everything I been missing
earliest live performance: September 10th 2004