Mute Language
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Rain Cabinet (February 23rd 2007) (7:59)
I can do without another tragic end
Throwing dice to wasted lost cause chance
I've been down this straight road to nowhere
Cleaning bones in a redundant romance
Following the white light, she cries for me to follow her
In dreams, at least, I only see for yesterday
It's Satan's promised chaos in the black bayou that laps this beauty made to be destroyed
The sheets that Pollock threw away
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
Today is only a fraud of what you see
And I admit I never could have seen this come
Tomorrow's just another vacant promise that I still make if only to spite wisdom
In passion and confusion, vicious circles crash to pieces
Anyone can see a shade in blinding light
It's all too clear in retrospect these vagueries were here before
And all too clear I won't believe my eyes
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
Throwing dice to wasted lost cause chance
I've been down this straight road to nowhere
Cleaning bones in a redundant romance
Following the white light, she cries for me to follow her
In dreams, at least, I only see for yesterday
It's Satan's promised chaos in the black bayou that laps this beauty made to be destroyed
The sheets that Pollock threw away
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
Today is only a fraud of what you see
And I admit I never could have seen this come
Tomorrow's just another vacant promise that I still make if only to spite wisdom
In passion and confusion, vicious circles crash to pieces
Anyone can see a shade in blinding light
It's all too clear in retrospect these vagueries were here before
And all too clear I won't believe my eyes
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
version 2:
from Pale Devil Sun: Demo (March 27th 2018) (3:12)
I can do without another tragic end
Throwing dice to wasted lost cause chance
I've been down this straight road to nowhere
Cleaning bones in a redundant romance
Following the white light, she cries for me to follow her
In dreams, at least, I only see for yesterday
It's Satan's promised chaos in the black bayou that laps this beauty made to be destroyed
The sheets that Pollock threw away
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
Today is only a fraud of what you see
And I admit I never could have seen this come
Tomorrow's just another vacant promise that I still make if only to spite wisdom
In passion and confusion, vicious circles crash to pieces
Anyone can see a shade in blinding light
It's all too clear in retrospect these vagueries were here before
And all too clear I won't believe my eyes
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
Throwing dice to wasted lost cause chance
I've been down this straight road to nowhere
Cleaning bones in a redundant romance
Following the white light, she cries for me to follow her
In dreams, at least, I only see for yesterday
It's Satan's promised chaos in the black bayou that laps this beauty made to be destroyed
The sheets that Pollock threw away
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
Today is only a fraud of what you see
And I admit I never could have seen this come
Tomorrow's just another vacant promise that I still make if only to spite wisdom
In passion and confusion, vicious circles crash to pieces
Anyone can see a shade in blinding light
It's all too clear in retrospect these vagueries were here before
And all too clear I won't believe my eyes
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
version 3:
from Pale Devil Sun: Sacred Malice (December 10th 2020) (4:04)
I can do without another tragic end, throwing dice to wasted lost cause chance
I've been down this straight road to nowhere, cleaning bones in a redundant romance
Following the white light, she cries for me to follow her
In dreams, at least, I only see for yesterday
It's Satan's promised chaos in the black bayou that laps this beauty made to be destroyed, the sheets that Pollock threw away
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
Today is only a fraud of what you see and I admit I never could have seen this come
Tomorrow's just another vacant promise that I still make if only to spite wisdom
In passion and confusion, vicious circles crash to pieces
Anyone can see a shade in blinding light
It's all too clear in retrospect these vagueries were here before and all too clear I won't believe my eyes
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
I drink down the sun where the sobs don't reach
Beginning to beginning, a loop I'd never breach
As I dream of the place the dust that touched us now lies
While a cloud-less day betrays a pale devil sky
Ocean from a desert and a storm from a stone
For the sake of a malady that I could paint my own
And it's only ever tragic to the ones it's about
Can't fault the destination if you authored the route
Tearing open scars to watch the dead leaves fall
Then to stitch it shut quick before it empties them all
And I'm drunk on the promise of an everlasting guilt
As I wait for an exit that I know I'll never build
Now I wake with the mantle of a stranger with my name
With his motive foreign to me and the wreckage now my claim
Too many places I could see as where it went wrong
And too little time ahead to remember too long
I've been down this straight road to nowhere, cleaning bones in a redundant romance
Following the white light, she cries for me to follow her
In dreams, at least, I only see for yesterday
It's Satan's promised chaos in the black bayou that laps this beauty made to be destroyed, the sheets that Pollock threw away
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
Today is only a fraud of what you see and I admit I never could have seen this come
Tomorrow's just another vacant promise that I still make if only to spite wisdom
In passion and confusion, vicious circles crash to pieces
Anyone can see a shade in blinding light
It's all too clear in retrospect these vagueries were here before and all too clear I won't believe my eyes
Far too late or soon to say if it's too soon or late
I drink down the sun where the sobs don't reach
Beginning to beginning, a loop I'd never breach
As I dream of the place the dust that touched us now lies
While a cloud-less day betrays a pale devil sky
Ocean from a desert and a storm from a stone
For the sake of a malady that I could paint my own
And it's only ever tragic to the ones it's about
Can't fault the destination if you authored the route
Tearing open scars to watch the dead leaves fall
Then to stitch it shut quick before it empties them all
And I'm drunk on the promise of an everlasting guilt
As I wait for an exit that I know I'll never build
Now I wake with the mantle of a stranger with my name
With his motive foreign to me and the wreckage now my claim
Too many places I could see as where it went wrong
And too little time ahead to remember too long
earliest live performance: March 24th 2018