Apparition No12 Lyrics - Rules For Jokers - Thea Gilmore

Hey now my red clouds're rolling in 

To catalogue and number every stone cold dream 

And I've seen Sal thumbing his way up to the stars 

I've seen angels in the shooting galleries 

And heroes in the bars 

I've seen a death warrant out on the moon 

I saw what happened when the prophet spoke too soon 

And I heard the radio sneeze into the evening 

And all the bat-squeak singers selling fake hope to the sleeping 

I've seen the cover up of cold hard facts 

Burning acid holes in the magazine racks 

I saw Jenny have a baby in the street 

Where they're playing blind mans bluff between the dying and the concrete 

I've seen a paper corpse holing up a doorway 

I heard the lonely voices singing "yeah I did it your way" 

And I held the future up to a looking glass 

It bears a striking resemblance 

To the embers of the past 

I've seen the chorus-girls the ribbon and the rot 

Seen electoral debates on the glass-rim of a whiskey shot 

And I caught the glimmer in a hurricanes eye 

I've seen these AK-47's with their noses to the sky 

I smelled the ghosts of the ashes and the orchids 

I've got promises tattooed on the insides of my eyelids 

And I'll be watching when the Richter reaches 10 

I bled by these weapons babe and now I'm one of them