Из альбома: Time of Rebirth

the upright guards with their purple hearts guarding the queen of spades

on the isle of monopoly, they've been calling her queen of fate


along the fence of her courtyard, see her people gather 'round

only to catch a glimpse of her highness in her royal gown

& her circus mirror tells us what we need to know

a ring of smoke is rising up as we buy into the show

the man of beard and sideburns, like moses with his stones

drinks from the old river & eats leftover bones

along the horizon came a hired hurricane

& men of the opposition look into the eye of the rain



touch-me-nots & lilies surround a dying horse

beneath the golden bough, all that is true becoming false

along the river valleys & dead alleys, eager horses wait

patiently, for inevitably, your turn comes in the hands of fate

when the old workhorse is dead & buried in the snow

rain pours down, flowers bloom & grow

still the whip is driven all through night & day

& the horses run about, eat hay, grateful when they get to play

a lifetime long of work & song

we toil with joy & pain

a lifetime long of slavery

to the queen of the pouring rain



the queen sits in her courtyard making up the rules, taking off her shoes

the clowns juggle blindly, entertaining fools, investigating clues

the joker on his bicycle, rattling his bells, balancing well

& the man who lost his wallet, takes his clothes off & sells his soul to hell

& the devil child with a stroke of genius strikes his mother down

the king of ships went sailing once, was lost, was never found

the ailing aisle of wasted smiles is washed up on its shore

king jack & noah with a handshake, seals & settles for

a night of pleasure, a night of pain, a night against the law

noah waits for the queen of hate & treats her like a prostituting whore



she screams like she's been punished in the room of jack the king

she might even enjoy it if jack joined in

the curtains heavy with the burden of not letting light in

the king-sized bed not quite big enough for the violent rocking

& the maid never wanders in without a fair warning

in the purple chambers where the sun sleeps this morning

jack the king, he's lying in a pool of blood, noah hangs in the crowd

she opens her doors to let the flood out, her followers bowed

& while the ocean parts, the common voice of a revolution starts

revenge was always written in the cards

she's always been the queen of spades not hearts.

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