Photographs Of Ghosts album
SONGS
The Pope Of Imbeciles (McDonnell)
I stepped out of Jordan. There was nothing there for me
But perspiration and dismay
I found mighty Nimrod, under the Sturgeon moon
He was slouching by the gate
Though his crown was tarnished
And grace no longer flowed
He said “You are my brother
I will help you with your load”
By Heaven’s game. Confusion of the tongues
I could not understand his words
You are the Pope of imbeciles
The lord of hidden things, and the veil
The king of secrecy
Blurring our sight
Here in the light
Eleven restless zealots came whispering my name
I was confounded and maligned
Do not pursue me with your virtues and your sins
The propaganda of the blind
A copy of L’Etranger and a pack of cigarettes
I got Solomon for company. The Devil take the rest
Did someone say they were the way?
What are the prices of your lives?
If you desire to know some secrets
You’re gonna have to sit a little closer
You are the Pope of imbeciles
The lord of hidden things, and the veil
The king of secrecy
Blurring our sight
Here in the light
Every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not
And often though you may call him cold, it’s just the sadness of his lot
PERSONNEL
Phil McDonnell - Vocals, Piano, Keyboards, 12 string
Tim Palmer - Electric guitar
Matt Park - Pedal Steel guitar
Phil Scragg - Bass