No One Remembers Their Names (10 of Spades)

from DECK: SPADES

Credits

Brian Rutledge - Trumpet
Joseph Marrett - Bass, Bass Synth
Ryan Connelly - Drums
Nicholas Ward - Guitar
David Michael Curry - Viola
Ryan H. Walsh - Piano, Guitars, Samples, Electronic Drums

With:
Evan Sicuranza - Lead Vocals

Lyrics

There's a page ripped from the history books, someone didn't want it known
About some late 1800's surrealists who lived inside the Capitol dome
They sent cut-ups down to congress, who interpreted it into law
They staged performance art for presidents who couldn't believe what they saw

They were wild, they were unhinged, they were fevered and free
But alas, no one remembers their names

In regards to the Grand Canyon, it isn't what you think
10,000 men trapped in a fugue state, dug it down with silver picks
If you asked them what they were doing, or why they'd die for such a thing
They'd rip all of your bones out and use 'em all some more to dig

They were feral, they were unhinged, they were focused on their task
But alas, no one remembers their names

While these idiots sit and argue whether we've been to the moon
I can tell you we first got there back in 1902
Roosevelt hired a Frenchman to shoot it all on film
Academics praise its genius while Selenites live among us still

They're your neighbors, they're your leaders, aliens in disguise
No surprise that no one will tell you their names

Now the thing about Mt. Rushmore, before Borglum had his way
There were other faces in that rock, where they came from no one can say
And these granite, grotesque portraits haunted every passerby
To the point their lives were ruined by the visage in their eye

They were fucked up, such a horror, these cursed four facades
But alas, no one remembers their names

Now the thing about Elvis Presley, is that there were more than one of him
Army scientists cloned him out so more people could see him sing
But one of 'em he went crazy and killed several heads of state
Now, "Jailhouse Rock" is just a cover to obfuscate his awful fate

He was gorgeous, he could shake it, he could murder with his bare hands
But now, no one remembers his name