Dead End Road
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Strange Apartments (November 18th 2002) (6:25)
Baby you ain’t even heard the best yet:
You've never had the chance to meet yourself
Your mirror tells a different lie each Sunday
You ain’t got a thing besides your wealth
Now all that I remember is your body
Delusional illusions you could spare
The dimes for all the broke down offroad merchants
The entire broke down town don’t even care
You could do me nearly anything and think that I'd stand by
And you could run right off a mountain and think that you could fly
Baby now you got my shreds of remnants
Locked away inside some dresser drawer
Lonely lounging someplace by your radio
And praying you don’t need me anymore
Disjointed melodies, reminders
Of what you’d love to disclaim as your guilt
Wasting finely down like hourglass sand
Inside the ghetto palace that you’ve built
You could do me nearly anything and think that I'd stand by
So go and run right off the mountain and I will watch you die
Baby you could tear a man to pieces
As if you’re ignorant about your craft
The plastic hallway opens to your command
Corrosive wind in every mining shaft
And pointless, spent this anarchy of romance
To fill me up with temporary breath
In this absurdist carnival of wishgames
That, probably, I’ll play until my death
You've never had the chance to meet yourself
Your mirror tells a different lie each Sunday
You ain’t got a thing besides your wealth
Now all that I remember is your body
Delusional illusions you could spare
The dimes for all the broke down offroad merchants
The entire broke down town don’t even care
You could do me nearly anything and think that I'd stand by
And you could run right off a mountain and think that you could fly
Baby now you got my shreds of remnants
Locked away inside some dresser drawer
Lonely lounging someplace by your radio
And praying you don’t need me anymore
Disjointed melodies, reminders
Of what you’d love to disclaim as your guilt
Wasting finely down like hourglass sand
Inside the ghetto palace that you’ve built
You could do me nearly anything and think that I'd stand by
So go and run right off the mountain and I will watch you die
Baby you could tear a man to pieces
As if you’re ignorant about your craft
The plastic hallway opens to your command
Corrosive wind in every mining shaft
And pointless, spent this anarchy of romance
To fill me up with temporary breath
In this absurdist carnival of wishgames
That, probably, I’ll play until my death
version 2:
from Rain Cabinet (February 23rd 2007) (7:07)
Baby you ain’t even heard the best yet:
You've never had the chance to meet yourself
Your mirror tells a different lie each Sunday
You ain’t got a thing besides your wealth
Now all that I remember is your body
Delusional illusions you could spare
The dimes for all the broke down offroad merchants
The entire broke down town don’t even care
You denied me before daybreak and you echoed it by three
I was crying in your shadow, now it's your turn to mourn me
Baby now you got my shreds of remnants
Locked away inside some dresser drawer
Lonely lounging someplace by your radio
And praying you don’t need me anymore
Disjointed melodies, reminders
Of what you’d love to disclaim as your guilt
Wasting finely down like hourglass sand
Inside the ghetto palace that you’ve built
Sing a song of despaired agony, don't you know I wrote it first?
The living death you gave was terrible, the one I'll give to you is worse
Baby you could tear a man to pieces
As if you’re ignorant about your craft
The plastic hallway opens to your command
Corrosive wind in every mining shaft
And pointless, spent this anarchy of romance
To fill me up with temporary breath
In this absurdist carnival of wishgames
That, probably, I’ll play until my death
You've never had the chance to meet yourself
Your mirror tells a different lie each Sunday
You ain’t got a thing besides your wealth
Now all that I remember is your body
Delusional illusions you could spare
The dimes for all the broke down offroad merchants
The entire broke down town don’t even care
You denied me before daybreak and you echoed it by three
I was crying in your shadow, now it's your turn to mourn me
Baby now you got my shreds of remnants
Locked away inside some dresser drawer
Lonely lounging someplace by your radio
And praying you don’t need me anymore
Disjointed melodies, reminders
Of what you’d love to disclaim as your guilt
Wasting finely down like hourglass sand
Inside the ghetto palace that you’ve built
Sing a song of despaired agony, don't you know I wrote it first?
The living death you gave was terrible, the one I'll give to you is worse
Baby you could tear a man to pieces
As if you’re ignorant about your craft
The plastic hallway opens to your command
Corrosive wind in every mining shaft
And pointless, spent this anarchy of romance
To fill me up with temporary breath
In this absurdist carnival of wishgames
That, probably, I’ll play until my death