The Nothing At All
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Shut Off (June 24th 2004) (4:34)
Tragic priestess caught me in a sonic snare
To wash my vision with visions of trespassing
To take the invisible path to the dream of a reckoning
Just to walk the lane that you'd be passing
Shimmer baby, slide down my veins
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
In the back rooms far behind the castle wall
Where the pendulum is swinging much too fast
There isn't a reason why there's any reason at all
That you'll ever share your secrets with me at last
And if I arrive there still can't be a guarantee
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sexual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages
To wash my vision with visions of trespassing
To take the invisible path to the dream of a reckoning
Just to walk the lane that you'd be passing
Shimmer baby, slide down my veins
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
In the back rooms far behind the castle wall
Where the pendulum is swinging much too fast
There isn't a reason why there's any reason at all
That you'll ever share your secrets with me at last
And if I arrive there still can't be a guarantee
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sexual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages
version 2:
from Brother Sisyphus (September 10th 2004) (3:55)
Tragic priestess caught me in a sonic snare
To wash my vision with visions of trespassing
To take the invisible path to the dream of a reckoning
Just to walk the lane that you'd be passing
Shimmer baby, slide down my veins
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
In the back rooms far behind the castle wall
Where the pendulum is swinging much too fast
There isn't a reason why there's any reason at all
That you'll ever share your secrets with me at last
And when I arrive there still can't be a guarantee
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sexual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
To wash my vision with visions of trespassing
To take the invisible path to the dream of a reckoning
Just to walk the lane that you'd be passing
Shimmer baby, slide down my veins
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
In the back rooms far behind the castle wall
Where the pendulum is swinging much too fast
There isn't a reason why there's any reason at all
That you'll ever share your secrets with me at last
And when I arrive there still can't be a guarantee
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sexual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
version 3:
from Chaotic Narcotic (August 29th 2009) (4:17)
Tragic priestess caught me in a sonic snare
To wash my vision with visions of trespassing
To take the invisible path to the dream of a reckoning
Just to walk the lane that you'd be passing
Shimmer baby, slide down my veins
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
In the back rooms far behind the castle wall
Where the pendulum is swinging much too fast
There isn't a reason why there's any reason at all
That you'll ever share your secrets with me at last
And if I arrive there still can't be a guarantee
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sexual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
To wash my vision with visions of trespassing
To take the invisible path to the dream of a reckoning
Just to walk the lane that you'd be passing
Shimmer baby, slide down my veins
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
In the back rooms far behind the castle wall
Where the pendulum is swinging much too fast
There isn't a reason why there's any reason at all
That you'll ever share your secrets with me at last
And if I arrive there still can't be a guarantee
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sexual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
The dreamer can run dry through the storms when his head is full
And in the awakening you'll still be on a pedestal
Just to tease me into the loom unintentional
Where I'm blindsided by your croons ever sensual
There's plenty of nothing coming soon
As long as I'm reaching for mirages I'm still nothing more than another faceless pawn
earliest live performance: September 10th 2004