A Black Horse Fairy song is a portal into another world.......

 

Claude Duvall

 

The coach approaching Holloway,

 my dreams now far away,

one year since my wedding day

and I, unhappy married.

Gun shots broke my reverie,

the horses reared up frantically,

my husband gazed in shock at me

and I, not even worried.

 

Who's this? Perchance a dashing robbing gentleman?

It's the highwayman from France,

Hey hup! Claude Duvall!

Oh how my heart did dance,

his dark eyes flashed with bold romance,

He's the nobleman from France,

Hey hup! Claude Duvall

 

"Sir keep your baubles and your gauds,

keep your gold and your fancy sword,

if I might dance upon the sward

with your noble lady."

My husband nodded his command,

I was to be his contraband,

the Frenchy took hold of my hand,

smiled and said "enchante".

 

Oh how we did dance

a thrilling courante straight from France,

What a dashing nobleman!

Hey hup! Claude Duvall!

Oh how my heart did dance,

his dark eyes flashed with bold romance,

He's the highwayman from France!

Hey hup! Claude Duvall!

 

If male thou art, look to thy purse,

If female he may do you worse,

much havoc hath he made to both

on his daring journey.

For all men he hath made to stand,

while pretty women take his hand,

Another conqueror from France

to steal both hearts and money.

 

Hanging there on Tyburn Tree,

dancing like he danced with me,

Ever in my heart he'll be,

Adieu Claude Duvall!

Now hanging there on Tyburn Tree,

dancing like he danced with me

Ever in my memory,

Adieu Claude Duvall!

Claude Duvall was a 17th century highwayman of French, noble birth. He is known to have relinquished his booty in exchange for a dance with beautiful women travelling on the coaches that he held up. He was finally caught and hanged at Tyburn for his audacity.

 

Black Horse Fairy captured the memory of one such woman in this song....

Josephine

 

You say I'm your Empress,

that I'm precious and I'm delicate.

Yet I lived through the Terror,

Oh I've survived many hurricanes.

 

I give you my rose,

with the scent of your Empire's dreams

I give you my rose,

and then I'll be your Josephine.

 

In a heartbeat

I could crush an army,

watch all the petals falling;

In my garden,

filled with sweet aroma,

we watch the petals falling as we're falling down.

 

When you wake are you full of me?

Of my image and the memory

of intoxicating pleasures?

Is there no rest for your senses?

 

I give you my rose,

with the scent of your Empire's dreams,

I give you my rose,

and then I'll be your Josephine.

 

In a heartbeat

I could crush an army,

watch all the petals falling;

In my garden,

filled with sweet aroma,

we watch the petals falling as we're falling down.

 

Power is your mistress

and now I'm your weakness,

come, conquer your weakness,

smell the rose's sweetness.

 

I give you my rose

with the scent of your Empire's dreams,

I give you my rose,

and then I'll be your Josephine.

 

You don't want me

now my garden's empty,

I see your tears are falling.

There's another!

I see how you've been tempted,

I see your tears are falling as I'm falling down.

 

What will she grow?

What will she grow?

What will she grow, Napoleon?

Will she give you a rose

with the scent of your Empire's dreams?

Will she give you a rose

as perfect as your Josephine?

What will she grow?

What will she grow?

What will she grow, Napoleon?

Boudicca

See the eagle flies above me

I live in the shadow of the bird of prey

who would peck at my daughters then fly away,

peck at my daughters then fly away.

 

Now the eagle swoops upon me

As its beak tears into my noble skin

and my blood runs hot with each angry sting,

I vow to rise up and snap their wing!

 

Still the eagle flies above me

Yet I'll be a match for their cunning fox

and will gather an army of wolves and dogs

to conquer or die!  This is my resolve!

 

And my daughters flock around me,

and we sing to the loss of their chastity,

we sing to the goddess, Andastre,

and pray for the guidance of her sacred hare.

 

See the hare, it's darting hither!

And the flames grow high in Londinium

with my war band one hundred thousand strong,

it's still not enough to avenge their wrong!

 

See the hare, it's darting thither!

When they lie in their gore in front of me

they will know that my name means VICTORY,

a fight to the death for my liberty.

 

And the hare will dart forever!

And when I die then I shall be

the sacred hare, still running free.

the sacred hare for eternity!

 

 

 

 

 

THISTLES

 

He came into my life in Summer,

the early sun danced in his golden hair,

oh the time it was ripe that Summer,

our hearts exchanged a promise for a dare,

and my eyes half closed against the shimmer

of a blinding light that said I was the one,

so all I caught then was a glimmer

of purple thistles pointing towards the sun....

 

Let your fingers weave into the grass,

so plump with life, with stickiness,

the roots dig deep within the soil

into a world we can't forget, into a world we can't forget

where thistles grow as minarets.

 

Feel the sun beat life into our skin,

the burning coming from within,

the Summer's changed forever more

into a world we can't forget, into a world we can't forget

where thistles grow as minarets.

 

Now the thistles have turned to cotton,

and fairies dance above their whitening hair,

there's a sense of a time forgotten,

forbidden memories hidden in the air,

it's the golden afternoon of Summer,

and the lazy bees grow heavy towards their death,

to the heart of wilderness I wander,

with a sense of him grown stronger with each breath......

 

um die Ecke bringen

German Idiom

um die Ecke bringen

to get rid of, to kill, to do someone in, to rub someone out (literally "to bring around the corner")

komm, lass uns den Kerl um die Ecke bringen

The Beautiful Wild

 

The villagers watch and whisper about me,

their curious gossip now turning to lies....

whenever they meet me they daren't look upon me,

for I've seen my face in the devil's own eyes.

 

And he carries death like a cloak wrapped around him,

lives high in the hills, is not easy to find....

And if you go calling, don't stand still too closely

or you'll see your face in the devil's own eyes!

 

But I am as crazy as the leveret,

I'm bold and I'm free like an idiot child

who grew up unmannered, unmade and unmastered,

left free to wander the beautiful wild.

 

He gave me a gift all wrapped up in secrets,

in dead leaves and longing, (an aching surprise!)

And when I unwrapped it my heart filled with knowing,

it was truth, as I saw it, without compromise.

 

Now armed with my gift and a burning compulsion,

I go to the village to tell all I can.....

gather my neighbours, the people who shun me,

say "I know the devil!  And he is a man!"

 

But I am as crazy as the leveret,

I'm bold and I'm free, like an idiot child

who grew up unmannered, unmade and unmastered,

left free to wander the beautiful wild.

 

The men all crowd round me, angry and hostile,

the women are jeering as we reach the well....

through the darkness and panic the devils sing to me,

"Damn you and your truth to your watery hell!"

 

For seven long days my tears swell the water,

heartbeat by heartbeat I feel myself rise,

'til armed with my gift and a burning compulsion,

I emerge in the moonlight (an aching surpise!)

 

And I am as crazy as the leveret,

I'm bold and I'm free, like an idiot child

who grew up unmannered, unmade and unmastered,

left free to wander the beautiful wild.

 

Yes I am as crazy as the leveret,

I'm bold and I'm free, like an idiot child

who grew up unmannered, unmade and unmastered,

and I'm free to wander the beautiful wild!

I'm free to wander the beautiful wild!

Um Die Ecke

 

There is an old man in East Berlin,

His lips they are nasty curling,

His senses are all unfurling,

His head voices are always hurling

 

Und he brings them um die Ecke,

The taste of their Blut, it is lecker!

Ja he brings them um die Ecke,

The taste of their Blut it is lecker!

 

Oh beware on Friedrichstrasse,

Where he deals himself all vier Asse,

Und on you he will verlasse,

Und he’ll drink your Blut just like Wasser!

 

Und he brings them um die Ecke,

The taste of their Blut, it is lecker!

Ja he brings them um die Ecke,

The taste of their Blut it is lecker!

 

When the fat moon starts a shining,

The wild dogs start a whining,

He thinks of midnight dining,

For Blut he starts a pining,

 

Und he brings them um die Ecke,

The taste of their Blut, it is lecker!

Ja he brings them um die Ecke,

The taste of their Blut, it is lecker!

 

There is an old man in East Berlin,

His lips they are nasty curling,

His senses are all unfurling,

The madness inside him is whirling!

 

Und he brings them um die Ecke,

The taste of their Blut, it is lecker!

Ja he brings them um die Ecke,

the taste of their Blut, it is lecker!

Have you ever had one of those days when you think the world is against you?  When you get swept away like an untidy leaf for singing your songs in the street?  When you are suspected of setting fire to your village?  When there is a rumour going around that the dead body discovered in a remote spot on the moor is that of your paramour?

 

A day when you feel your neighbours are shunning you simply because you show them the TRUTH?

 

 Fanny had one such day.  She wrote this song in remembrance.

"In 1895 twenty-six year old Bridget Cleary disappeared from her house in rural Tipperary.  At fist, some said that the fairies had taken her into their stronghold in a nearby hill from where she would emerge, riding a white horse.  But then her badly burned body was found in a shallow grave. Her husband...was arrested and charged."

 

Angela Bourke

The Burning of Bridget Cleary

A True Story.

Black Horse Fairy, keen to find the truth behind the killing of Bridget, held a seance in the hope that Bridget might come forward.

They waited, and they waited, until finally a voice came through, loud and clear.  

But it was not Bridget's voice that echoed through the ether...

It was the voice of her husband, Michael, the very man who killed her.  And this is what he said.....

Bridget Cleary

 

Her eyes are not the same now, 

they glitter and turn black,

and when I leave her bedside I dare not dare turn back,

Her face is not the same now,

it's pink and plump with life,

and when I try to touch her, I feel she's not my wife.

 

I feel she's not my wife.

 

Oh where has Bridget gone to?

My eyes search round her face,

The fairy folk have punished me

a changeling took her place,

The fairy folk have punished me

a changeling took her place.

 

The devil's about in Limerick!

There's a serpent in Arthur's Quay!

There's two crow feathers on the wooden stairs!

There's a curse o'er Tipperary!

 

And we sing......

Are you a witch?  Are you a fairy?

Are you the wife of Michael Cleary?

Are you a witch?  Are you a fairy?

Are you the wife of Michael Cleary?

 

My neighbours see the difference,

agree my Bridget's gone,

"The only way to get her back is make her body burn."

My friends say they will help me -

the deed it must be done!

"The only way to get her back is make her body burn."

 

Is make her body burn!

 

We all swoop down around her, we trap her like a bird,

the changeling screams!  (With Bridget's voice.)

We smother every word!

 

And we sing.....

Are you a witch?  Are you a fairy?

Are you the wife of Michael Cleary?

Are you a witch?  Are you a fairy?

Are you the wife of Michael Cleary?

 

And oh, she burns so easily,

her red hair flows in flames,

her body turns into a tree...

The changeling is to blame!

 

And we sing......

Are you a witch?  Are you a fairy?

Are you the wife of Michael Cleary?

Are you a witch?  Are you a fairy?

Are you the wife of Michael Cleary?

 

Now here I am in Montreal as summer turns to fall,

the trees flare red before they die....

And Bridget is them all!

 

And they sing......

Are you a witch?  Are you a fairy?

Are you the wife of Michael Cleary?

Are you a witch?  Are you a fairy?

Are you the wife of Michael Cleary?

The Werewolf of the Universe

 

Oh split me open, Baby,

let it all hang out,

this infinity inside of me

is tearing me apart.

It needs to go, it needs to go

like furious Mercury

it needs to go, oh can't you see?

Your love is nearly killing me.

 

Oh crack me open, Baby,

let it all hang out,

this infinity inside of me

is tearing at my heart.

It needs to go, it needs to go

like curious chemistry,

it needs to go, oh can't you see?

Your love can't stay inside of me.

 

I carry the burning universe

I carry the burning universe

so shoot me with your silver bullets

and I will fizz away,

just shoot me with your silver bullets

and I will fizz away.

 

You split me open, Baby,

set my insides free

now I'm the Werewolf of the Universe,

you've got no hold on me!

I need to go, I need to go,

this gorgeous galaxy!

I need to go, oh can't you see?

Your love was never meant to be.

 

I'm part of the burning universe

I'm part of the burning universe

so shoot me with your silver bullets

and I will fizz away,

just shoot me with your silver bullets

and I will fizz away.

 

 

The Slaughter of the Future

 

Don't close your eyes

there are no alibis

when you play your part in

 the slaughter of the future

 

Don't be surprised

when you see them in disguise

they're rehearsing for the

slaughter of the future

 

I can hear them, they love your fear and

they're making plans for the

slaughter of the future.

It's that old story of hate and glory

and they pull you in for the

slaughter of the future.

 

Don't let them in!

They'll fight you from within

and they're training hard for the

slaughter of the future

 

When they begin

they've worked out how to win

and they're using you for the

slaughter of the future.

 

I can hear them, they love your fear and

they're making plans for the 

slaughter of the future.

It's that old story of hate and glory

and they pull you in for the

slaughter of the future.

 

I can hear them still banging on the drum,

and the beat goes on for the

slaughter of the future.

And it is clear that there is no Kingdom Come

and the story ends with the

slaughter of the future.

 

Don't be surprised,

there are no alibis

when you play your part in the

slaughter of the future.

 

Don't close your eyes

when you see them in disquise,

they're rehearsing for the 

slaughter of the future.

 

English August

 

After such a long chase

the least you deserved was a handsome assassin

but even that tiny kindness was denied,

 

July bride

sprawled across the world

all across the hills and trees and houses

of an english August.

 

And the Great Hunt is ended!

The hounds are fed and tended,

(save a few, too busy tasting their own spew,

and shaking like sick dogs do),

English August.

 

In a valley cold crow haunted,

in a landscape a young girl might have painted

after her first betrayal,

her first unwilling glimpse behind the veil

of an english August.

 

Stick It

 

Give it to me,

give it to me,

give it to me now

you gave nothing good forever

so just give it to me now,

'cos nothing feels like nothing

and your nothing I will keep,

I've got some secret pockets

and like me they're strong and deep.

 

They're long enough for knives,

long enough for lies,

long enough for guilty tongues,

for dead deceitful eyes,

they're deep enough for loneliness,

deception and despair,

deeply held suspicions

wrapped in clumps of filthy hair,

they're long enough for sticky fingers,

starved and wizened heart,

brittle bones of cowardice,

scarred skin like body art,

they're long enough for knives,

long enough for lies,

long enough for guilty tongues,

for dead deceitful eyes.

 

So give it to me,

give it to me,

give it to me now,

you gave nothing good forever,

so just give it to me now,

'cos nothing weighs like nothing

and I carry it like air,

before I float to happiness

here's a gift I'd like to share.

 

It's swollen hard with grief

it's so heavy with relief,

it's fat with hateful gristle,

with splintered bones and teeth,

it's swollen hard with grief

it's so heavy with relief,

it's fat with hateful gristle,

with splintered bones and teeth.

 

So stick it!  Stick it!

in your back pocket

Stick it!  Stick it! 

in your back pocket,

Stick it!  Stick it!

in your back pocket,

Stick it!  Stick it!

in your back pocket.

Bluebeard

 

Bluebeard's stirring in the dead of night,

in the dead of night,

in the sick moonlight,

Bluebeard's stirring in the dead of night

and the sky spits him with midnight.

 

Bluebeard's stirring in the pale of morning,

the pale of morning,

the crow shrieks warning,

Bluebeard's stirring in the pale of morning,

his fever is alight.

 

What brackish blood does pump his heart?

What poison seeps from out his bones?

He practices his own dark art

with hammers, rope and stones,

 

Bluebeard's thirsting after innocence,

sweet innocence,

life's pure essence,

Bluebeard's thirsting after innocence

and his lusting pulls him further,

 

Bluebeard leaves behind a trail of blood,

a trail of blood,

on the stinking mud,

Bluebeard leaves behind a trail of blood

and it screams out the word murder!

 

What brackish blood does pump his heart?

What poison seeps from out his bones?

He practises his own dark art

with hammers, rope and stones,

 

Bluebeard's hiding in a hollow den,

in a hollow den

by the graves of men,

Bluebeard's hiding in a hollow den

and the stink of death's around him.

 

What brackish blood does pump his heart?

What poison seeps from out his bones?

He practises his own dark art

with hammers rope and stones,

 

Bluebeard listens to the braying hounds,

the braying hounds,

ecstatic sounds!

Bluebeard listens to the braying hounds

and his own sweet death surrounds him,

see his own sweet death surround him.

Black Horse Fairy held a seance in the ruins of Top Withins high up on Haworth Moor.  The clearest voice they received was that of a young woman who repeatedly told them that the last thing she could remember seeing was 'the darkening floor'.  Eventually they managed to coax the full story out of her.

And this is what she said....

The Darkening Floor

 

Oh I don't know what's come over me,

Sweet Johnny, I'm not myself any more,

My heart is as light as a leaf on the wind

and lifts like a fledgling that's just learned to soar.

 

Oh I don't know what's come over me,

Sweet Johnny, I'm not myself any more,

My heart does a leap when you glance my way,

I have never, no never felt this way before.

 

Oh I don't know what's come over me,

Sweet Johnny, I'm not myself anymore,

Your hot waves of true love are lapping and lapping,

and kissing the pebbles on my shore.

 

Oh I don't know what's come over me,

Sweet Johnny, I'm not myself any more,

my waist, it is thicker, my footsteps are heavy,

I feel a hot sickness in the cold early morn.

 

Oh I don't know what's come over me,

Sweet Johnny, I'm not myself any more,

Your kisses are cold now, your touch is dismissive,

you leave me to sit here alone and forlorn.

 

Oh I don't know what's come over me,

Sweet Johnny, I'm not myself any more,

My brain, it is whittering,

bad thoughts, they are stirring,

and I don't feel any love any more.

 

Oh I don't know what's come over me,

Sweet Johnny, I'm not myself any more,

the only light in the darkness

is a knife blade a'gleaming,

(How it came here beside me, I can't say for sure.)

 

Oh I don't know what's come over me,

Sweet Johnny, I'm not myself any more,

my hands, they are shaking

as the knife brings me comfort,

and lays me to rest on the darkening floor.

 

Oh I don't know what's come over me,

Sweet Johnny, I'm not myself any more,

the baby is still now, it's drowned in my bleeding,

so curse at my graveside forever more!

13 Voices

 

Bradford, Leeds and Huddersfel'

tell your tales and tell them well,

there's thirteen voices whispering still

in Bradford Leeds and Huddersfel'

 

Over the tops the wind blows ill

and whistles down the grey stone valley,

it darkens when it meets the mill

and weaves with evil in the alley

 

Yorkshire flagstones marked with chalk,

hopscotch, skipping, hear the clapping,

girls at play plan lives at work,

never knowing what will happen.......

 

She remembers childhood simple treasures,

a kali-sprinkled licourice,

roaming moors, collecting heathers,

dropping stones to make a wish

 

Evil threw him to the streets,

madness whipped him into sinning,

crouching behind him horror waits,

twas horror, horror, sent him spinning,

 

Life's warp and weft brings them together,

he kills her hope!  (Her hope is dead.)

No wish come true, no lucky heather,

a twisted kiss to the back of the head.....

 

She hides there, matress over her,

a horror-sprinkled geo-cache,

waiting for her next discoverer,

waiting to turn to dust and ash.

 

Yorkshire flagstones marked with chalk,

by shaking hands, a dead-life mapping,

grown men falter, hear them weeping,

as they survey his terrible work.

 

In death she dreams a ghost-life gone,

the joyful song of the busy thrush,

her eyes' light fades and fixes on

the purple jewels of the bilberry bush......

 

Oh Keighley, Bingley, Heaton Hill

there's thirteen voices whispering still

of Bradford, Leeds and Huddersfel',

Of Hull and Halifax and hell,

 

Horror sent him spinning, spinning,

watch him!  Catch him!  Spinning, spinning,

girls at play are spinning, spinning,

the dark satanic mills are spinning,

 

Keighley, Bingley, Heaton Hill,

there's thirteen voices whispering still,

of Bradford, Leeds and Huddersfel',

Of Hull and Halifax and hell.

 

 

 

 

 

Wilma McCann

Emily Jackson

Irene Richardson

Patricia Atkinson

Jayne MacDonald

Jean Jordan

Yvonne Pearson

Helen Rytka

Vera Millward

Josephine Whitaker

Barbara Leach

Marguerite Walls

Jacqueline Hill

Why I Chose the Fisherman

 

Why I chose the Fisherman,

Why I chose the Fisherman

 

He weaves his own nets

thinking of liquids and solids,

He spends his nights on the undulating seas,

thinking of movement and poetry

and the physics of love.

 

Why I chose the Fisherman

Why I chose the Fisherman,

 

His internal voice resonates deep

midst the chatt'ring gulls,

I kiss the taste of salt on his lips,

and the hopeful moon tugs him like a ship

with the physics of love.

 

Why I chose the Fisherman

Why I chose the Fisherman,

 

While removing splinters

from his chalky hands

he hums sea shanties

and he will catch a glimpse one day

of his true love,

but she will be out of reach

and he will follow her,

and follow her,

'til his hopes are broken up on the beach.

 

Why I chose the Fisherman,

Why I chose the Fisherman,

 

The vacuum of his confidence astounds me!

The audacity of his dancing feet on the decks,

he's taunting, taunting,

(he wants to be with me!)

His soul is calling out to be mixed

in the whirlpool of my cruelty.

 

The sea will bring him to me

 

And his heart, and his lungs will be mine.

 

Why I chose the Fisherman,

Why I chose the Fisherman.

 

The Dark Stars

 

And I promise you all I can be

And I promise you love's ecstasy

And I promise you gossamer ties

for all eternity

If you stay close to me.

 

And I promise you droplets of pain

And I promise you thunderous rain,

And I promise to sing you

the loneliest of love's refrain

'til you burn to come back again.

 

I can see the stars sliding

see the lonely love they're hiding,

I can feel our hearts colliding,

pulsing in the space inside me,

see the dark stars are inviting

all that's magic and exciting,

If you stay close to me.

 

And the world will mean nothing at all,

an illusion outside my thin walls,

we'll exist in a dreamscape

of last-chance lonely-love enthrall,

waiting for the dark stars to fall.

 

I can see the stars sliding

see the lonely love they're hiding,

I can feel our hearts colliding,

pulsing in the space inside me.

See the dark stars are inviting

all that's magic, and exciting,

If you stay close to me.

 

If you stay close to me.

Eternity & Death

 

In time's strange elasticity

we lay down in the cemetery

and we feed our hungry mouths

with truth and wine and wisdom,

the cold air wraps around us,

a separate state surrounds us

and the meeting of our mouths

is the measure of our kingdom.

 

Eternity and death

Eternity and death

 

The stars are shining down

telling us of immortality,

but the graves where we lie down

tell us of our cold mortality,

So what have we to make

of our contrasting predicament,

be buried in the earth

to reach high up in the firmament?

 

Eternity and death

Eternity and death

 

In time's strange elasticity

we're lost in our humanity

so we feed our hungry mouths

with truth and wine and wisdom,

the stars are shining down,

the stars are shining down

the stars are shining down

with truth and light and wisdom,

 

Eternity and death

Eternity and death

 

 

 

Drummer Boy

 

There's the beat of a ghost that's haunting me,

it teases and touches and tugs at me,

imprints itself on my memory

where it sweetens and poisons me slowly.

 

There's a Drummer Boy, he can be found

in a soundproofed room in a soul-proofed town,

my thoughts of him spin me around,

he's solemn and thoughtful and knowing.

 

Oh my heart can almost hear him,

yes my heart it starts to beat with him,

my heart it starts to beat with him,

beat harder Drummer Boy!

 

I step through my days from room to room

from the crash of the sun to the killer moon,

I'll snare my Drummer, I'll snare him soon,

oh the beats, the heartbeats are growing.

 

My friends warn me not to meet with him,

 there's a dangerous thud of deceit with him,

but my heart already beats with him

and I know where I'm going.

 

Oh my heart can almost hear him, 

yes my heart it starts to beat with him,

my heart, it starts to beat with him, 

beat harder, Drummer Boy!

 

Now my love, he is a Drummer Boy

and we're rolling and rolling and rolling and rolling,

his beat, his rhythm, his smart tattoo

crashing on our muffled souls.

 

Yes my love, he is a Drummer Boy

and we're rolling and rolling and rolling and rolling,

his beat, his rhythm, his smart tattoo,

crashing on our muffled souls.

 

Oh my heart beats like a bass drum.

yes my heart beats like a bloody bass drum,

my heart beats like a bloody bass drum,

hit harder, Drummer Boy!

 

Oh my heart beats like a bass drum,

yes my heart beats like a bloody bass drum,

my heart beats like a bloody bass drum,

hit harder, Drummer Boy!

Hit harder, Drummer Boy!

Hit harder, Drummer Boy!

Haworth Churchyard;

the inspiration for Eternity & Death.

Again Last Night

 

We're in a different garden now,

different flowers and different creatures,

a weird and sullen landscape,

I think that there was once a house

beyond that stand of trees,

but I'm not sure, I'm not sure,

all I'm sure of is it's not there anymore.

 

A glint of gold, a gleam of bone,

give me my clothes I'm going home,

A glint of gold, a gleam of bone,

give me my clothes I'm going home.

 

Crawling through this underland

through the tunnel of love to the high command,

in emerald mines we made our stand,

we burned our eyes and scarred our hands

for nothing!

(After all, all for nothing.)

 

If this is life then I'm alive

If this is life then I'm alive

If this is life then I'm alive

If this is life then I'm alive

 

And I dreamed about you again last night,

yes I dreamed about you again last night,

and we were on a beach

and you could reach down into the sea

you could reach down into the sea,

and you reached down into the sea

and dragged out what was left of me.

 

We spent our lives in the ruins of the new Jerusalem,

never knowing if we'd ever eat again,

come sleep with me,

the wolves are scratching at the door

and if you sleep with me

we might survive this terrible Winter,

 

But you melt away,

you melt away,

you melt away,

you melt away,

 

And I dreamed about you again last night,

yes I dreamed about you again last night,

and we were on a beach 

and you could reach down into the sea,

you could reach down into the sea,

and you reached down into the sea

and dragged out what was left of me.

Ned Kelly

 

In the Spring of 1870

McCormack swore their lies at me,

I was not guilty!

I spent my time in Beechworth gaol

they tried to trick me with my bail,

tell me then who's guilty.

 

Even half way round the world

they treat us like common curs,

but each insult is a spur

Fear me!

I'm a widow's son outlawed,

my orders must be obeyed,

my story can't be ignored,

Hear me!

 

Now as a man I'm on the run

with Steve and Joe and me brother Dan

(ghosts in the Bush)

By Christ I am a widow's son,

I'll shoot you cowards, every one!

(If you push....)

 

Even half way round the world

they treat us like common curs, 

but each insult is a spur

Fear me!

I'm a widow's son outlawed,

my orders must be obeyed,

my story can't be ignored,

Hear me!

 

Oh big ugly fat necked, wombat headed,

big bellied

oh - na na na

Magpie legged, narrow hipped,

splay-footed, sons of English.....

oh - na na na

 

Even half way round the world

they treat us like common curs,

but each insult is a spur

Fear me!

I'm a widow's son outlawed,

my orders must be obeyed,

my story can't be ignored,

Hear me!

 

With a suit of iron and nerves of steel

I'll make them bloody troopers squeal

(with my gun)

They can hang my body ten feet high

but I'm Ned Kelly - I'll never die!

Oh - na na na

 

Oh such is life

 

Ethereal Woman

 

Ethereal Woman, she comes and she goes,

she watches you, her eyes sad as silver,

and what she is thinking of you'll never know,

if you did, you'd never believe her.

 

Ethereal Woman, she's weaving a spell,

she's touching you with fingers of fire

and what she is thinking of she'll never tell

lest the truth make her a liar.

 

Your skin starts to burning, your heart starts to swell,

hold, hold, hold it together,

the magic she's weaving's beginning to tell.

hold, hold it forever, forever, forever forever.

 

Ethereal Woman, she goes and she comes,

she breathes in you her own inspiration,

She sings to you softly, she moans and she hums

her song of abandoned creation.

 

Ethereal Woman she comes and she comes,

convincing you she can't live without you,

you want to believe her, your heart soon succumbs

and yet her silver eyes doubt you.

 

Your skin starts to burning, your heart starts to swell,

hold, hold, hold it together,

the magic she's weaving's beginning to tell,

hold, hold it forever, forever, forever, forever...

 

Ethereal Woman, she plays with your heart,

she fills you up with anticipation.......

The Nettle Bride

 

The darkening skies tell me

turbulent times will come,

​still you pull me on,

Your darkening eyes tell me

your heart's full of trouble,

I hope I am wrong.

 

I gathered wild flowers, 

delightful and innocent,

you took them from me.

Said the flowers for me

are the nettles, the nettles,

by the old willow tree.

 

I feel your dark shadow,

it's hovering over me

like a hawk watching prey.

I feel your hard sting,

like a hundred sharp nettles,

by the old willow tree.

 

I will lay my bed

where there grow tiny mushrooms

and the green grass lies soft.

I will lay my head

with my eyes facing upwards,

see the birds fly aloft.

 

I will bide my time

and let nature surround me,

my blanket of leaves,

all this sweet decay

draws an ecstasy from me

fresh air can't deceive.

 

Oh I'm not alone here,

there's a kicking inside of me,

you planted a seed.

But my darling baby

lies wizened and innocent

on a blanket of weeds.

 

The memories fall

like the petals (the petals!)

that fall from my bones.

I'll follow you home now

to your innocent sleeping,

your slumbering moans.

 

I touch you gently,

awaken your memory,

your eyes open wide.

Oh you can't forget me!

(Though twenty long years have passed)

I'm your Nettle Bride!

 

No you can't forget me,

though twenty long years have passed.

I'm your Nettle Bride.

 

 

 

Cat's Cradle

 

Darling, why don't you linger a while?

My heart brings you the feast of your delights.

Darling, we'll feed the hunger inside,

taste the rarest amuse-bouche that I can find.

 

Come lie here by the window,

see the stars' cat's cradle in the skies,

We'll sleep until tomorrow,

blanketed with tenderness and sighs.

 

Darling, skin like the morning's bright sun,

my heart brings you the clothes of ancient kings.

Darling, birdsongs thrill of our love

as our eyes reflect the wonder of all things,

 

Our love might last forever

caught in the cat's cradle in the skies.

There it will pulse forever,

nourished by the wonder in our eyes.

 

Come lie here by the window

see the stars' cat's cradle in the skies,

we'll sleep until tomorrow

blanketed with tenderness and sighs.

 

Darling, weaving your fingers with mine,

my heart brings you the blueprint of the world.

Darling, our foolish heartbeats mark time,

but a part of us will never become old.

 

Our love might last forever,

caught in the cat's cradle in the skies.

There it will pulse forever

nourished by the wonder in our eyes.

 

 

Christabel

Green

as the eyes of jealousy

as the deepest, tranquil sea,

as the darkest ivy

climbing high and flourishing,

 

White

as the tattered flag of peace,

as my war-torn cicatrice,

as my innocence

on fire now and flourishing.

Violets

I'll scatter

like delicate confetti,

the blushing bruises

on our skin,

the heady scent of passion,

Oh Christabel, my darling girl

take all the flowers

of the world,

but promise me

you won't forget

the Green, the White,

the Violet.

 

Mata Hari

 

They always said

I caused them too much worry,

that things would be much much better

once I marry,

I tried to live a live so ordinary,

It smothered something deep inside me.

 

I look at my reflection

it's brighter than the sun!

My life as Mata Hari

has only just begun.

 

And there I was

a jewel from the East Indies,

the rarest flower on Les Champs Elysees

the toast of every show and champagne soiree,

It nurtured something deep inside me.

 

I watched the world grow darker,

still I wanted to have fun!

And so as Mata Hari

I said yes to every man.

 

And now they say

they view me with suspicion,

My free and easy travel with permission,

a soldier one night, next a politician!

It murdered something deep inside me!

 

And as I kneel before them

they can't tell me what I've done!

Last kiss for Mata Hari,

a bullet from a gun.

Last kiss for Mata Hari, 

a bullet from a gun.

No One Darker

 

She stepped out of the light,

she stumbled in the shadow,

he pulled her to the night,

he begged her to come follow.

 

There's no one brighter than you (he said)

there's no one brighter than you,

there's no one brighter than you (he said)

there's no one brighter than you.

 

And she followed him on his path

into an unknown land without a map.

 

She felt his icy fingers

gripping hard around her wrist,

she felt his air of mystery,

his hard and savage kiss.

 

There's no one darker than you (she said)

there's no one darker than you

there's no one darker than you (she said)

there's no one darker than you,

 

And in their strange togetherness

her heart starts beating an SOS.

 

Send up a flare!

Send out a search party!

Send up a flare!

Send out a search party!

Oh send up a flare!

Send out a search party!

Send up a flare!

Send out a search party!

 

He sucked in all of her light,

he sucked in all her energy,

she was too weak to fight,

succumbed to their dark synergy.

 

There's no one darker than you (he said)

There's no one darker than you

there's no one darker than you (he said)

there's no one darker than you.

 

And in their strange togetherness

her heart's still beating an SOS.

 

Send up a flare!

Send out a search party!

Send up a flare!

Send out a search party!

Oh send up a flare!

Send out a search party!

Send up a flare!

Send out a search party!

 

And in their strange togetherness

her heart stops beating!

 

Bold Neptune

 

Don't be afraid of the hidden moon,

its jealous glance will touch you soon.

Come climb aboard the Bold Neptune,

hear a brazen woman whistle brazen tunes.

 

We are a ship of anarchy,

we all take turns to ride the sea,

we will transcend all liberty

and our souls were made with alchemy.

 

We've all seen the blackest hearts,

preconceptions ripped apart.

There's no need to consult a chart,

we find our way with magic art.

 

We are a ship of anarchy,

we all take turns to ride the sea,

we will transcend all liberty

and our souls were made with alchemy.

 

Even with a promise of rum galore

and a frolicking on a foreign shore,

the minstrels and the troubadours

were the hardest crew to get on board.

 

We are a ship of anarchy,

we all take turns to ride the sea,

we will transcend all liberty,

and our souls were made with alchemy.

 

Watch a ship sail out of sight,

you wil never see her more,

close your eyes when we pass by,

you will never leave the shore!

 

We are a ship of anarchy,

we all take turns to ride the sea,

we will transcend all liberty

and our souls were made with alchemy.

Come join the ship of anarchy,

we all take turns to ride the sea,

we will transcend all liberty

and our souls were made with alchemy.

 

 

 

Easy

 

You can laugh at the things I've done

but I'm sure they've had significance,

you can sneer at the things I've done

but I'm sure they mean something to someone.

 

I made a mess of so many things

but they made me into my own person,

Could have changed so many things

but I was drowning in my own inertia.

 

But now I'm awake

and see the blackest door is left wide open,

yes I'm awake

and see a world of wonder filled with hope and,

I'm going to take it....

easy.

 

All the fire, all the passions's gone

and I don't want to kiss or kill you.

I've been emotionless for far too long

but you just won't recognise it, will you?

 

You think you've trapped me with complicity

when I helped you build up my own prison,

I'll show you what my freedom means to me,

Look I'm burning on that far horizon!

 

And now I'm awake

and see the blackest door is left wide open,

yes now I'm awake

and see a world of wonder filled with hope and,

I'm going to take it...

easy!

 

Take a step towards the threshold,

one more step into the new world,

take a step towards the threshold,

one more step into the new world....

 

 

 Wild Garden

 

Oh come into my wild garden,

come softly and lie down,

make your nest in my long-grown grass,

let it weave into your crown,

your shape will linger, linger long,

the scents will bring you deep,

butterflies, jealous that you belong,

will kiss you as you sleep.

 

Oh come into my wild garden,

be free in my wilderness,

we'll forget the world of symmetry,

in our wild togetherness,

the roses bloom without our care,

and blossom in quick delight,

love's lazy pollen will fill the air

to sustain us through the night.

 

Oh come into my wild garden,

let your very soul take root,

plant your heart in luscious, fertile soil,

it will bear exotic fruit,

which we will feed on greedily,

yet never have our fill,

and though seasons change and gardens die,

for us they never will.

For us they never will.

 

Borstal Tears

Borstal tears, you keep them all inside you

(fill the emptiness  of living)

Bovver Boy, you let the world define you,

(He's dangerous and so crazy)

Indelible emotions confront you everyday,

You show the world the teardrops that we can't wipe away,

 

Teardrops, show us your battle scars!

It's what you see in the mirror,

Touch the teardrops with hands of Love & Hate,

It's what you hold in your fingers.

Forty years, with all the hurt inside you

(keep it in, don't show emotion)

That frightened boy still walks along beside you

(Comfort him!  Just comfort him!)

And cry your Borstal tears, cry them all away!

Let your tattooed tears flow and he will slip away.

 

Teardrops, show us your battle scars!

It's what you see in the mirror,

Touch the teardrops with hands of Love & Hate,

it's what you hold in your fingers

Show the teardrops!  We all have battle scars,

the secrets of hurt are hidden

Touch the teardrops with hands of Love & Hate,

It's what you hold in your fingers.

The Frightened Fae

He watched her closely from afar,

He dreamed of drowning in her nut-brown hair,

She looked inside him and saw nothing,

They made her marry him and nothingness.

 

And she asks 'What is his nature'?

And she asks 'What is his nature'?

And she asks 'What is his nature.

that he should want to smother me'?

 

She does not belong in this world,

She's other-worldly, people said so!

She's like a little frightended fae,

We're not surprised she ran away.

 

She is hiding in the moonlight!

She is gurgling in the mill stream!

She is sleeping in the raven's nest!

You will never enter her dream.

 

Now she runs faster than the wind,

And the storm's caused by her breathing,

He will look but never find,

because he has no understanding.

 

And he asks 'What is her nature'?

And he asks 'What is her nature'?

And he asks 'What is her nature?

She's like a little frightened fae!'

 

She is hiding in the moonlight!

She is gurgling in the mill stream!

She is sleeping in the raven's nest!

It is her nature to be free!

 

 

Sebastian

Come with me, 

I'll pull you to my dreams

and then together we will tamper with reality,

 

Stay with me,

Oh life's not what it seems,

the shadows dance then come alive

with sweet insanity,

 

Sebastian, you're not the only one!

There are a million others scrambling to be seen,

Sebastian, you're such a complex man,

but I still catch a glimpse of what hides inbetween.

 

Tenderness, c'est ma faiblesse,

hidden in the folds of your unhappiness,

Say that you'll come, Sebastian,

Once the arrows pierce there can be no regrets,

 

Sebastian, you are the lucky one!

There are a million others scrambling to be seen,

Sebastian, you're such a complex man,

and yet their arrows swiftly pin you to the tree,

 

Stay with me, in my dreams,

watch the shadows dance in sweet insanity,

Sebastian, my Darling One,

punctured by the arrows of reality.

 

Ophelia's Dreaming

He is dead and gone, lady, he is dead and gone,

at his head a grass-green turf and at his heels a stone,

I'll build a boat of destiny to voyage on alone,

my sails will be my wedding dress, 

my anchor, my breastbone.

 

I'll make a posy out of heather

before I walk down to the river,

 

What did I dream, in this savage violent world?

That I might be the Huntress Queen,

my arrows tipped with gold?

What did I dream, in this harsh uncaring world?

That I would be the Jester Queen,

my story never told?

 

When I am dead and gone, lady, when I am dead and gone,

pick some rosemary for me and put my life to song,

for life is but a melody that we must sing alone,

and death will be the symphony that lets the dream live on.

 

I made a posy out of heather,

and now I walk into the river,

 

What did I dream, in this savage violent world?

That I might be the Huntress Queen,

my arrows tipped with gold?

What did I dream, in this harsh uncaring world?

That I would be the Jester Queen, 

my story never told?

Weeping rushes try to hinder,

thirsty water pulls me under,

I will sing and then surrender

to my watery adventure,

 

Silent fishes gape in wonder.

thirsty water pulls me under,

I will sing and then surrender

now it's time to drop my anchor,

 

Weeping rushes try to hinder,

thirsty water, pull me under!

I will sing and then surrender,

now I'm married to the river......

I had a life and I thought it was mine,

I had a vision and it really caught my eye,

I tried to live my life in freedom until

I saw them marching up to Vinegar Hill.

 

I sing a song that says I never regret,

I sing a song about the things I can't forget,

I sing a song as I move in for the kill,

I sing the songs we sang on Vinegar Hill.

 

You burn our homes and break our bones

so let it commence!

With each attack we'll fight you back

and take our revenge,

our women die, our children cry

you do what you will,

the world will echo with the songs

from Vinegar Hill!

 

They've trapped me in a world that's flipped on its side,

I sit and ponder at the strange stars

in the sky

and in my heart I know I'll never be still

until I win the fight on Vinegar Hill.

 

You burn our homes and break our bones

so let it commence!

With each attack we'll fight you back

and take our revenge,

Our women die, our children cry,

you do what you will,

the world will echo with the songs from Vinegar Hill.

 

Still we sing!

Still we sing!

In the midst of everything!

Of everything!

Vinegar Hill

You took me to the beck,

showed me your child-drowned death,

your bravado and heroics,

(short=lived, short-lived)

We saw origami ducks, made of detritus,

and the rubbish moving fast downstream.

oh, more alive than we....

 

Shadowman, are you are shadowman?

A ghost of a life, now a shadowman,

haunting the bridges and the railway lines,

will you ever be alive?

Will you ever be mine?

 

I glimpsed you today

and you flickered and shimmered away,

with flashes of passion

(short-lived, short-lived)

We danced with fluttering words,

dark as carrion birds,

but the hidden words we really mean

were more alive than we.....

 

Shadowman, are you a shadowman?

A ghost of a life, now a shadowman.

haunting the pathways of the A629,

will you ever be alive?

Will you ever be mine?

 

Did I really see you?

Were you really there?

You move like a pendulum

you flicker in the air,

If you're a ghost of the past

then I'm a ghost of now

and the tick-tock of time

will always betray us, always betray us

always betray us, always betray us.

 

Shadowman, are you a shadowman?

A ghost of a life, now a shadowman.

Haunting my thoughts, leaving traces in my mind,

will you ever be alive?

Will you ever be mine?

 

Shadowman

Nothing Left To Burn

We lie here silent, bathed in dead moonlight,

our bed a ghostship in the sea of night,

I turn to touch you then I change my mind,

I have nothing left to burn now.

 

We're faceless people seen in Modern Times,

our movements shaky, filmed in black and white,

can't change direction and can't change our minds,

we have nothing left to burn now,

we have nothing left to burn.

 

First we burned in our ambitions,

then we burned in righteous passion,

then we burned white hot in anger,

'til we could burn no longer,

Then we burned all our possessions,

they disappeared to nothing,

and we saw that they were nothing,

we have nothing left to burn now,

we have nothing left to burn.

 

We built our ghettoes from bewilderment,

false aspirations mixed with cheap cement, 

freezing cities full of discontent,

we have nothing left to burn now,

we have nothing left to burn.

There's something hidden in the trees,

ln the pot pourri of the world's unease,

and all who see fall to their knees

'neath the savage weight of our histories.

 

See the storm clouds forming,

all the birds grow silent,

take this as a warning,

now the storm grows violent,

in the death of morning

all of heaven spills its tears.

 

I hear a heartbeat coming through,

Is it you?  Is it you?

And all that we have done you'll now undo,

Is it you?  Tell me, is it you?

 

Hidden by the nightshade 

fear creeps up unhurried,

in my darkest nightmare

you were dead and buried,

and now this has happened,

all of hell spews forth its fears.

 

Your name is whispered

and your face half-known,

and you keep men's secrets

as if they're your own,

and you stalk our nightmares

and pervade our homes

and you creep inside

when we're most alone.

 

There's something hidden in the trees,

in the pot pourri of the world's unease,

and all who see fall to their knees,

'neath the savage weight of our history,

 

Hidden by the nightshade

fear creeps up unhurried,

in my darkest nightmare

you were dead and buried,

in the death of morning

see the girls hang from the trees......

 

 

The Hanging Tree

Fingerprints

They looked for solace on the seas,

laws and religions made them flee,

they gave up all just to be free,

is there an echo here in me?

 

The world can change in a moment,

all those thousands of moments,

The world can change in a moment,

all those thousands of moments.

 

Oh, all the darkness that we've seen,

the deaths from knives. guns and machines,

small acts of kindness inbetween,

makes the horror more obscene.

 

The world can change in a moment,

all those thousands of moments,

the world can change in a moment,

all those thousands of moments.

 

These are the fingerprints that made me,

Thoughts like moths, now turned to dust,

These are the fingerprints that made me,

little accidents that led to us,

 

The world can change in a moment,

all those thousands of moments,

The world can change in a moment,

all those thousands of moments.

Huguenot Lovers on Saint Bartholomew's Day - Millais

One Bright Thing

Our hands are tied, our mouths are gagged,

our eyes are bound with bloody rags,

Staked out on shining highways,

stripped of clothes and conscience,

Kings without dominion,

Martyrs without a cause,

 

Searching for that One Bright Thing.

 

Orphans of the storm we were,

destitute and naked,

Looking for shelter 

or a glimpse of the sacred,

But all we found were embers,

powdered bones and ash,

 

Searching for that One Bright Thing,

Searching for that One Bright Thing.

 

The quiet ones all quickly flounder,

Hear us come on rolls of thunder!

The weak and aimless blindly wander,

We will tear the world asunder!

Searching for that One Bright Thing

 

Searching for that One Bright Thing.

 

Idiot lips whisper of ships

to those that never knew the sea,

and the empty sky calls out to us,

calls us on through a haze of lilac!

Promising a world of wonder,

Promising a world of wonders,

 

Searching for that One Bright Thing,

Searching for that One Bright Thing.

 

The Sin Eaters

We are the sin eaters,

We're biting and swallowing all we despise,

We're the sin eaters,

grown drowsy and woozy and drunk on your lies,

We're the sin eaters,

Why wait for the dying before we begin?

We are the sin eaters,

Ah, just give us your penny and let us tuck in.

 

Your sins would feed the world!

Your sins ....

 

So give us your morsels,

give us your crumbs,

the juicy lies that drip off your tongue,

Give us a sliver of greed and excess,

give us a pint of bitterness,

Give us your money,

we'll pay for your sins,

you carry on and it all goes round again,

and if you taste guilt,

just give us your geld,

And we will swallow, swallow, swallow it!

 

Don't worry yourself, 

we'll take care of the mourning,

When we all dress in black,

then you'll know it's approaching.

When the death bell rings out

in the cold light of morning,

We will sharpen our knives,

and keep to our bargain.

 

We are the sin eaters,

we're biting and swallowing all we despise,

We are the sin eaters.

grown drowsy and woozy and drunk on your lies,

We are the sin eaters,

Why wait for the dying before we begin?

We are the sin eaters,

Ah. just give us a penny and let us tuck in!

 

Your sins could feed the world!

Your sins could feed the world!

My Timid Love

Riverrun

We met the way rivers meet,

fusing together in tumultuous wonder,

We flowed the way rivers flow,

on and on with a ferocity that's all consuming,

and we don't care if it's day or night,

Sunlight, moonlight, makes no difference to our delight,

and we danced the way rivers dance,

magnificent momentum coupled with a wild abandon.

 

We touched the way rivers touch,

never to separate, a million fingers intermingling,

We flowed the way rivers flow,

tumbling off cliffs into the shimmering pools below us,

And all the debris we carry along!

We scatter here and there in our mad rush to journey on,

and we moved the way rivers move,

no turning back, an acceptance of our wild meandering.

 

We loved the way lovers love,

all hands and mouths and minds and bliss and unbelieving,

We hurt the way lovers hurt,

searing hearts of jealousy and red hot burning sorrow,

and we try to cling on to the night,

but we veer away from each other in the stream of cold tomorrow,

So we part the way lovers part,

incidental debris pushed into an empty ocean.

Come with me on a journey,

my timid love,

Hold my hand, tight as you can,

and don't let go,

for the sands are shifting, shifting, shifting,

beneath my feet,

and I must go, it's time to go,

My timid love.

 

Follow me high into the night,

My timid love,

it matters not that we'll forget

all we've ever known,

for the stars are burning, burning, burning,

inside my head,

and I can't bear to be alone,

My timid love.

 

I will be your pioneer,

My timid love,

and in our tryst we will outlast

our skin and bone,

and the heartbeats and the kisses, kisses,

that we've shared

will live on and on and on and on,

My timid love.

 

 

 

 

 

Sonny Jim

There were strange howling winds

that came on Saturday,

they reminded me, Boy,

of the day you went away,

My guilty heart is still grieving,

I'm haunted by your leaving,

and there's nothing I can do

to take the pain away.

 

I kept a close eye on you, Boy,

since our parents died,

and when you went off to war

I missed you by my side,

but when you came home a stranger,

a dark and secret hunger

enraptured us entirely every day and night.

 

Well it's disloyal of you, Sonny Jim,

of you, Sonny Jim,

yes it's disloyal of you, Sonny Jim,

of you, Sonny Jim,

Oh when it came to returning,

my love for you was burning

and when you went back to France

I knew my flame had died.

 

Now I spend all my days

walking by the riverside,

I'll be a mother myself, Sonny Jim,

come Whitsuntide,

and as the river flows past me

I think I hear it ask me

if I'll try to kill the shame I feel

that grows inside.

 

Well it's disloyal of you, Sonny Jim,

of you, Sonny Jim,

Yes it's disloyal of you, Sonny Jim,

of you, Sonny Jim,

You knew our love was forbidden,

that's why we kept it hidden,

but with each passing month

I can no longer hide,

 

Darkness, terror,

I know that you were plunged in hell,

Hold me tighter,

I'll help you keep the fear away,

Ever after,

but life is no fairy tale,

no more laughter, 

we've moved into the adult world.

 

There was a strange warmth to the breeze

that came on Saturday,

and it's almost two years since the day

you went away,

I see the world is forgiving,

I'll find a way of living,

with my small boy who looks at me

with your sad eyes.

 

Well it's disloyal of you, Sonny Jim,

of you, Sonny Jim,

Yes it's disloyal of you, Sonny Jim,

of you, Sonny Jim,

Ah yes the world is forgiving,

and happiness is springing

like the wild poppies blooming

on your shallow grave.

The Murderers of Each Other

The fear and the fury, they tore us apart

and nothing will stop our defeating,

and there on the street lies my own bloodied heart,

the wonder is that it's still beating,

and a flick of the wrist or a flash of the eye

won't keep us from falling asunder,

and the moon's haughty glance

in the mothionless skies

says we will be the murderers

of each other.

 

Find what you love

and then let it kill you,

Die in your love,

your love-death will thrill you,

Kill what you love,

oh, it will fulfill you,

we will be the murderers

of each other.

The fear and the fury are two savage dogs,

and I have bred them inside me,

they follow your scent

as they would do a fox,

and I let their savagery guide me,

and a flick of the wrist or a flash of the eye

won't stop them from taking me over,

and the moon's haughty glance

in the motionless skies

says we will be the murderers

of each other.

 

Find what you love

and then let it kill you,

Die in your love,

your love-death will thrill you,

Kill what you love,

oh it will fulfill you,

we will be the murderers

of each other.

Rosebud.

You're a pretty little girl,

your new friends call you Rosebud,

Drift into a magic world

of new sensations, you could

curl up like a flower bud

and sleep upon my knee

and we'll look after you.

 

Let me look into your eyes,

you're all I long for, Rosebud,

a perfect angel, come alive,

you dance inside me, you could

sing your song of innocence

and I could learn the melody

and sing with you.

 

You're a precious little thing,

so soft and gentle, Rosebud,

An early blossoming in Spring

leaves me breathless, I could

give you three, four, five reasons

why we all love you so,

but you must never tell.

.

Peer through the mirror,

your past is getting nearer,

the voices are clearer,

memories linger

 

Look inside frightened eyes,

Who's the stranger you despise?

no point in telling lies,

honesty's kinder.

 

Deep purple violet,

seeping into your regret,

has life even started yet?

There's always tomorrow.

 

Wait until darkness falls,

pray that you'll forget it all,

but night brings no carnival,

sleep filled with sorrow.

 

You live inside your memory,

you think it's 1970,

you hear a haunting melody,

it holds you enraptured.

 

That's where you want to be!

Forget about your reality,

a new possibility!

But you can't move backward.

 

So now you realise,

no point in telling lies,

the stranger that you despise

has beckoned you to this.

 

Here's your reality,

repetitive banality,

the dullest finality,

mundane apocalypse.

 

Mundane apocalypse

is your ever after.

 

 

Mundane Apocalypse

Red Velvet Lies

So I waited until midnight to ask her advice,
She smiled in the moonlight and reached for her dice,
she threw then she counted, then she looked in my eyes,
She said 'Beware, he's telling Red Velvet Lies!'
Red Velvet Lies!

In the candlelight flicker I asked her for more,
so she covered the mirror, reached for her crystal ball,
and though I looked intently, I saw nothing at all,
she said 'I see him weaving Red Velvet Lies!'
Red Velvet Lies!

Tarot cards tumbling from her hand
telling tales of lust and nastiness,
I touch the last card in her hand,
she turns it round, she laughs and shouts out 'DEATH'.

So I waited until daybreak to take her advice,
a dagger in one hand, in the other his heart,
but all I could remember was her last tarot card
and when I touched him he bled Red Velvet Lies!
Red Velvet Lies!

.Don't think that you didn't know me
when you were sad and lonely,
when you thought you had lost the light.
The fact is I always knew you,
gravity pulled me to you,
nothing on earth could hold me back.

There's a spark that lights the fire,
burns the stars of your desire,
dances to the music of the atmosphere.
Touch the spark that lights the fire,
shoot the stars of your desire,
take my hand and dance for all eternity.

See the shooting stars up in the sky,
you will see the traces of who you are,
you will see the traces of who you are becoming.
Can't you see we're all made out of stars?
Every little bit of us has traveled far,
now we mix together in this

pixillated universe of ours.

There's a universe to discover,
now that we've found each other,
now that our love has found its form.
A love that is bright and gentle,
a love that is elemental,
a love that is scattered throughout time.


There's a spark that lights the fire,
burns the stars of your desire,
dances to the music of the atmosphere.
Touch the spark that lights the fire,
shoots the stars of your desire,
take my hand and dance for all eternity.

See the shooting stars up in the sky,
you will see the traces of who you are,
you will see the traces of who you are becoming.
Can't you see we're all made out of stars?
Every little bit of us has traveled far,
now we mix together in this

pixillated universe of ours.

Elemental

Sascha's Song

Our world turned upside down,

Mother would sing to us
Sad songs of struggle, of turmoil and toil,
Now victory is ours,

we'll fight for our Mother Land,
Hammer and sickle, to Russia we're loyal.

We joined a band of men,

they laughed at our youthfulness,
Sascha's 14 now; I've turned 16,
We can march as well as them,

fight for our Mother Land,
March ever westwards through meadows of steel.

Our spirits are lifted, Sascha is singing,

his voice is so lovely,
it sings me to sleep.....

 

We huddle in our dreams,

We're running with grey wolves now,

their fur smells like living,

their breath smells like night,

they carry us afar,

away from our band of men,

but we have each other,

two orphans in flight....

 

Our spirits are lifted,  Sascha is singing,

his voice is so lovely,

it sings me to sleep......

 

Cold swings like a scythe,

horses are frozen now,

lying in fields with blankets of snow,

Examine their faces,

See, this is what death looks like!

Sascha is crying,

his burning tears flow.....

 

We struggle through the wind,

our stout boots are long gone now,

feet so swollen, hot with the pain,

We think of our Mama, songs of her struggle,

we would eat our own hearts

to glimpse her again,

 

La la la la la la la 

Sascha, please sing to me,

Sing me to sleep....

 

Today we crossed a line, weather is better now,

Sascha is laughing, the sound is so good,

Birds fall from the sky and carry our souls away.

pecking us gently, their beaks red with blood,

 

Our spirits are lifted, Sascha is singing,

a million men join him with voices so deep!

La la la la la la

Sascha is singing, his voice is so lovely,

He sings us to sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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