Seven Masks
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
from Shut Off (June 24th 2004) (3:42)
In the mist land where angry night birds caw
And the hobo lecher strokes the bone of a jaw
Mystery fogs where the singing gypsy dances
And the vice grip clamps on the veteran of romances
Dionysus is sucking on his pipe of ivory delicate opium ripe
Now he's laughing at the hand he's just been dealt
In the abandoned railyard acid hailstones pelt
A lonely pilgrim yawns a song of contempt
And counts his pouch where the money's all been spent
Now telling tales, Saint Joseph spills his glass
The wind disturbs the dirt road where I pass
And the hobo lecher strokes the bone of a jaw
Mystery fogs where the singing gypsy dances
And the vice grip clamps on the veteran of romances
Dionysus is sucking on his pipe of ivory delicate opium ripe
Now he's laughing at the hand he's just been dealt
In the abandoned railyard acid hailstones pelt
A lonely pilgrim yawns a song of contempt
And counts his pouch where the money's all been spent
Now telling tales, Saint Joseph spills his glass
The wind disturbs the dirt road where I pass
earliest live performance: June 12th 2004