When The Devils Prophesy
written by: Jak Locke

version 4:
from Brother Sisyphus (September 10th 2004) (5:41)
Mesmerine, she is so careless, she wears her crown so well
In the housing project campus untouched through her porcelain shell
Yes I knew her that way long ago, to her I bear no ill
I know of none that would die for her but I know plenty who would kill
To Mesmerine across the shore, I bid a fond goodbye
Cuz you never ask for nothing when the devils prophesy

The seat beside me vacant in plaid Napoleon's lair
I had to fill it up with magazines and pretend that I don't care
And Germany with her hair cut short and her youth a dawn away
Asks me for some more advice like she does every day
And I myself am raking dust in the calm before the cry
Listening to photographs as the devils prophesy

Deridder waits up on the docks blowing smoke rings in the air
Writing questions in the water and dreaming of the one she left there
Saint Peter on the barge approaching he wails a lonesome song
Not knowing in his self-ascribed position that he's singing it all wrong
His seraphims sound trumpets and never wonder why
They're unknowingly playing the score while the devils prophesy

J.D. Salinger in the dance hall, he wears his pain with grace
He missed his prime some years ago and had to drop out of the race
"Salud" he announces to no one taking a long pull from his drink
Puts his head down in his arms as the room begins to sink
Salinger he racks his body nightly with his rye
But even drunk you can't escape from when the devils prophesy

Now Medea, she is weeping for time has passed in vain
As Plutarch sits on the balcony out in the rain
They share a common interest and discovered it too late
Medea wails an apology even as she evaporates
And Plutarch left behind, he hopes the memory soon will die
But hope's a useless venue when the devils prophesy

version 3:
from Already Fading On Some Horizon (February 5th 2003) (4:44)
Mesmerine, she is so careless, she wears her crown so well
In the housing project campus untouched through her porcelain shell
Yes I knew her that way long ago, to her I bear no ill
I know of none that would die for her but I know plenty who would kill
To Mesmerine across the shore, I bid a fond goodbye
Cuz you never ask for nothin when the devils prophesy

The seat beside me vacant in plaid Napoleon's lair
I had to fill it up with magazines and pretend that I don't care
And Germany with her hair cut short and her youth a dawn away
Asks me for some more advice like she does every day
And I myself I'm raking dust in the calm before the cry
Listening to photographs as the devils prophesy

Deridder waits up on the docks blowin smoke rings in the air
Writing questions in the water and dreamin of the one he left there
Saint Peter on the barge approaching he wails a lonesome song
Not knowing in his self-ascribed position that he's singin it all wrong
His seraphims sound trumpets and never wonder why
They're unknowingly playin the score for the devils prophesyin

J.D. Salinger in the dance hall, he wears his pain with grace
Yeah he missed his prime some years ago and had to drop out of the race
"Salud" he announces to no one takin a long pull from his drink
Then he puts his head down in his arms as the room begins to sink
Salinger he racks his body nightly with his rye
But even drunk you can't escape from the devils prophesyin

Now Medea, she is weeping for time has passed in vain
As Plutarch sits on the balcony out in the rain
They shared a common interest and discovered it too late
Medea wails an apology even as she evaporates
And Plutarch left behind, he hopes the memory soon will die
But hope's a useless venue when the devils prophesy

version 2:
from The One-Eyed Jacks: Live (December 9th 2002) (4:56)
Mesmerine, she is so careless, she wears her crown so well
In the housing project campus untouched through her porcelain shell
Yes I knew her that way long ago, to her I bear no ill
I know of none that would die for her but I know plenty who would kill
To Mesmerine across the shore, I bid a fond goodbye
Cuz you never ask for nothin when the devils prophesy

The seat beside me vacant in plaid Napoleon's lair
I had to fill it up with magazines and pretend that I don't care
And Germany with her hair cut short and her youth a dawn away
Asks me for some more advice like she does every day
And I myself I'm raking dust in the calm before the cry
Listening to photographs as the devils prophesy, c'mon

Deridder waits up on the docks blowin smoke rings in the air
Writing questions in the water and dreamin of the one he left there
Saint Peter on the barge approaching he wails a lonesome song
Not knowing in his self-ascribed position that he's singin it all wrong
His seraphims sound trumpets and never wonder why
They're unknowingly playin the score for the devils prophesyin

J.D. Salinger in the dance hall, he wears his pain with grace
Yeah he missed his prime some years ago and had to drop out of the race
"Salud" he announces to no one takin a long pull from his drink
Then he puts his head down in his arms as the room begins to sink
Salinger he racks his body nightly with his rye
But even drunk you can't escape from the devils prophesyin

Now Medea, she is weeping for time has passed in vain
As Plutarch sits on the balcony out in the rain
They shared a common interest and discovered it too late
Medea wails an apology even as she evaporates
And Plutarch left behind, he hopes the memory soon will die
But hope's a useless venue when the devils prophesy

version 1:
from Other Streets (December 30th 2001) (5:31)
Mesmerine, she is so careless, she wears her crown so well
In the housing project campus untouched through her porcelain shell
Yes I knew her that way long ago, to her I bear no ill
I know of none that would die for her but I know plenty who would kill
To Mesmerine across the shore, I bid a fond goodbye
Cuz you never ask for nothing when the devils prophesy

The seat beside me vacant in plaid Napoleon’s lair
I had to fill it up with magazines and pretend that I don’t care
And Germany with her hair cut short and her youth a dawn away
Asks me for some more advice like she does every day
And I myself am raking dust in the calm before the cry
Listening to photographs as the devils prophesy

Deridder waits up on the docks blowing smoke rings in the air
Writing questions in the water and dreaming of the one he left there
Saint Peter on the barge approaching he wails a lonesome song
Not knowing in his self-ascribed position that he’s singing it all wrong
His seraphims sound trumpets and never wonder why
Unknowingly playing the score for the devils’ prophesy

J.D. Salinger in the dance hall, he wears his pain with grace
He missed his prime some years ago and had to drop out of the race
“Salud” he announces to no one taking a long pull from his drink
Puts his head down in his arms as the room begins to sink
Salinger he racks his body nightly with his rye
But even drunk you can’t escape from when the devils prophesy

Now Medea, she is weeping for time has passed in vain
As Plutarch sits on the balcony out in the rain
They share a common interest and discovered it too late
Medea wails an apology even as she evaporates
And Plutarch left behind, he hopes the memory soon will die
But hope’s a useless venue when the devils prophesy

earliest live performance: December 22nd 2001