Oklahoma Plain
written by: Jak Locke

version 4:
from Mood Swing Era (June 9th 2010) (3:40)
Out in the rolling fields where the plowmen harvest grain
Beyond these humid winds I sing my lone refrain
To Absalom I can relate, my fortune is my pride
To pages of the calendar I flip through in my mind
You can see it in Picasso's hand painting on the hangman's hood
And your silence speaks it better than her speeches ever could

James Reddick and Greg Johnson shaking hands along the trail
To my discrepancy I watched the evening pale
And in this campaign of particulars, Joab as my Fury muse
On the Wailing Wall I count my hands knowing of this mocking ruse
Now Annas and Caiaphas wait in line to take my place
When I fall to earth just hold my hand and I'll ignore your face

In electrical ecstasy I cannot help but hope
The graves they open constantly in the shadow of some pope
But me, I just can't keep staring, I can feel the tide start to rise
So I'm going to Oklahoma where the ground is twice as high
Twice as high

version 3:
from Yellow Light District (October 15th 2003) (3:53)
Out in the rolling fields where the plowmen harvest grain
Beyond these humid winds I sing my lone refrain
To Absalom I can relate, my fortune is my pride
To pages of the calendar I flip through in my mind
You can see it in Picasso's hand painting on the hangman's hood
And your silence speaks it better than her speeches ever could

James Reddick and Greg Johnson shaking hands along the trail
To my discrepancy I watched the evening pale
And in this campaign of particulars, Joab as my Fury muse
On the Wailing Wall I count my hands knowing of this mocking ruse
Now Annas and Caiaphas wait in line to take my place
When I fall to earth just hold my hand and I'll ignore your face

In electrical ecstacy I cannot help but hope
The graves they open constantly in the shadow of some pope
But me, I just can't keep staring, I can feel the tide start to rise
So I'm going to Oklahoma where the ground is twice as high

version 2:
from Strange Apartments (November 18th 2002) (3:30)
Out in the rolling fields where the plowmen harvest grain
Beyond these humid winds I sing my lone refrain
To Absalom I can relate, my fortune is my pride
To pages of the calendar I flip through in my mind
You can see it in Picasso's hand painting on the hangman's hood
And your silence speaks it better than her speeches ever could

James Reddick and Greg Johnson shaking hands along the trail
To my discrepancy I watched the evening pale
And in this campaign of particulars, Joab as my Fury muse
On the Wailing Wall I count my hands knowing of this mocking ruse
Now Annas and Caiaphas wait in line to take my place
When I fall to earth just hold my hand and I'll ignore your face

In electrical ecstacy I cannot help but hope
The graves they open constantly in the shadow of some pope
But me, I just can't keep staring, I can feel the tide start to rise
So I'm going to Oklahoma where the ground is twice as high

version 1:
from The Renovated Enervated (July 20th 2002) (3:29)
Out in the rolling fields where the plowmen harvest grain
Beyond these humid winds I sing my lone refrain
To Absalom I can relate, my fortune is my pride
To pages of the calendar I sift through in my mind
You can see it in Picasso's hand painting on the hangman's hood
And your silence speaks it better than her speeches ever could

James Reddick and Greg Johnson shaking hands along the trail
To my discrepancy I watched the evening pale
And in this campaign of particulars, Joab as my Fury muse
On the Wailing Wall I count my hands knowing of this mocking ruse
Now Annas and Caiaphas wait in line to take my place
When I fall to earth just hold my hand and I'll ignore your face

In electrical ecstacy I cannot help but hope
The graves they open constantly in the shadow of some pope
But me, I just can't keep staring, I can feel the tide start to rise
So I'm going to Oklahoma where the ground is twice as high

earliest live performance: March 31st 2002