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[Young Poe:]
Lo! 't is a gala night A mystic throng bedecked Sit in a theater to see A play of hopes and fears While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres Mimes, mutter and mumble low Mere puppets they, who come and go Disguised as gods They shift the scenery to and fro Inevitably trapped by invisible Wo This motley drama to be sure Will not be forgotten A phantom chased for evermore Never seized by the crowd Through they circle Returning to the same spot Circle and return to the selfsame spot Always to the selfsame spot With much of madness and more of sin And horror and mimic rout The soul of the plot Out out are the lights out all And over each dying form The curtain a funeral pall Comes with the rush of a storm The angels haggard and wan Unveiling and uprising affirm That the play is the tragedy "Man" And its hero the Conqueror Worm |
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As I look back on my life
If I could have the glorious moment The wondrous opportunity to comprehend The chance to see my younger self One time To converse To hear his thoughts |
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These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door He'll tell you tales of horror Then he'll play with your mind If you haven't heard of him You must be deaf or blind These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door He'll tell you about Usher Whose house burned in his mind His love for his dear sister Her death would drive him wild The murder of a stranger The murder of a friend The callings from the pits of hell That never seem to end These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door The diabolic image of the city and the sea The chaos and the carnage that reside deep within me Decapitations, poisonings, hellish not a bore You won't need 3D glasses to pass beyond this door Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door No Nosferatu Vincent Price or naked women here A mind unfurled, a mind unbent is all we have here Truth, fried orangutans flutter to the stage Leave your expectations home And listen to the stories of Edgar Allan Poe We give you the soliloquy the raven at the door Flaming pits the moving walls no equilibrium No ballast, no bombast The unvarnished truth we've got Mind swoons guilty Cooking ravings in a pot Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door Tell-tale heart a rotting cask A valley of unrest A conqueror worm devouring souls Keep the best for last Rings for Annie Lee As Poe's buried alive Regretting his beloved's death in All her many guises-a |
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Far away far away Are not all lovely things far away As far at least lies that valley as the bedridden sun in the luminous east The paralyzed mountains, the sickly river Are not all things lovely far away Are not all things lovely far away It is a valley where time is not interrupted Where its history shall not be interpreted Stories of satan's dart of angel wings Unhappy things Within the valley of unrest The sun ray dripped all red The dell was silent All the people having gone to war Leaving no interrogator to mind the willful looting the pale past knowledge The sly mysterious stars The unguarded flowers leaning The tulips overhead paler The terror stricken sky Rolling like a waterfall over the horizon's fiery wall A visage full of meaning How the unhappy shall confess As Roderick watches like a human eye While violets and lilies wave Like banners in the sky Hovering over and above a grave As dew drops on the freshly planted eternal dew Coming down in gems There's no use to pretend Though gorgeous clouds fly Roderick, like the human eye has closed forever Far away far away Roderick, whatever thy image may be Roderick, no magic shall sever the music from thee Thou hast bound many eyes in a dreamy sleep Oh tortured day The strains still arrive I hear the bells I have kept my vigilance Rain dancing in the rhythm of a shower Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating To not hear the beating heart But only tears of perfect moan Only tears of perfect moan |
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Caught in the crossbow of ideas and journeys
sit here reliving the other self's mournings Caught in the crossbow of ideas and dawnings stand I Oh oh oh oh Reliving the past of the maddening impulse violent upheaval, the pure driven instinct The pure driven murder, the attraction of daring stand I Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call on me Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call [Rowena:] A wild being from birth my spirit spurns control wondering the wide earth searching for my soul Dimly peering I would surely find what could there be more purely bright in truth's day-star Ooohhh Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call, call on me Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call on me Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call. |
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The only thing constantly changing is change
and change is always for the worse The worm on the hook always eaten by a fish the fish by bird man or worse A spot on the lung, a spot on your heart an aneurism of the soul The only thing constantly changing is change and it comes equipped with a curse The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse The only thing constantly changing is change the living only become dead Your hair falling out, your liver swelled up your teeth rot your gums and your chin Your ass starts to sag, your balls shrivel up your cock swallowed up in their sack The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always change on your back The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse, baby The only thing constantly changing is change ashes to ashes to dusk The deer and the rabbit, the musk of your hole filled up with myriad dread, ooohhh The dread of the living, the dread of the living the frightening pulse of the night, ah The only thing constantly changing is change it's changes that will kill us with fright The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse The only thing constantly changing is change the only thing constantly changing is change The only thing constantly changing is change and it comes equipped with my curse |
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Edgar:
And then I had a vision Roderick Usher: Ah Edgar Ah Edgar, my dear friend Edgar Edgar: It's been a long time, Roderick I've ridden many miles It's been a dull and soundless day for autumn The leaves have lost their autumn glow and the clouds seem oppressive with their drifting finery Roderick Usher: I know, my friend Though I own so much of this land I find the country insufferable I deal only in half pleasures Edgar: Speaking of half pleasures would you care for a tincture of opium? Roderick Usher: Nothing would please me more than to smoke with an old friend I've experienced the hideous dropping of the veil the bitter lapse into common life unredeemed dreariness of thought I have an iciness, a sickening of the heart Edgar: It's true you don't look well, Roderick but I am your friend no matter the occasion or position of the stars I'm glad you wrote me but I must admit to concern Roderick Usher: I cannot contain my heart Edgar, I look to you for solace for relief from myself What I have is constitutional a family evil, a nervous affection that must surely pass But I do have this morbid acuteness of senses I can eat only the most insipid food clothes only of the lightest texture The odor of flowers I find oppressive My eyes cannot bear even the faintest light Madeline Usher: [moaning] Roderick Usher: Did you hear that? Edgar: I hear I am listening, go on Roderick Usher: I shall perish I will perish in this deplorable folly I dread the future Not the events, the results The most trivial event causes the greatest agitation of the soul I do not fear danger except in its absolute effect terror I find I must inevitably abandon life and reason together in my struggles with the demon fear Perhaps you'll think me superstitious but the physique of this place it hovers about me like a great body some diseased outer shell some decaying finite skin encasing my morale Edgar: You mentioned your sister was ill Roderick Usher: My beloved sister, my sole companion has had a long continuing illness whose inevitable conclusion seems forsworn This will leave me the last of the ancient race of Ushers Madeline Usher: [moaning] Edgar: She looks so much like you Roderick Usher: I love her in a nameless way more than I love myself Her demise will leave me hopelessly confined to memories and realities of a future so barren as to be stultifying Madeline Usher: [moaning] Edgar: Oh, what of physicians? Roderick Usher: Ah, they are baffled Until today she refused bed rest wanting to be present in your honor but finally she succumbed to the prostrating power of the destroyer You will probably see her no more Edgar: Sound and music take us to the twin curves of experience Like brother and sister intertwined they relieve themselves of bodily contact and dance in a pagan revelry Roderick Usher: I have soiled myself with my designs I am ashamed of my brain The enemy is me and the executioner terror Music is a reflection of our inner self unfiltered agony touches the wayward string The wayward brain confuses itself with the self-perceived future and turns inward with loathing and terror Either by design or thought we are doomed to know our own end I've written a lyric Edgar: May I hear it? Roderick Usher: It is called "The Haunted Palace" In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace -- Snow-white palace -- reared its head. Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow; (This -- all this -- was in the olden time long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, Along the rampart plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away. All wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically The sovereign of the realm serene, A troop of echoes whose sweet duty Was but to sing In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king. But evil things in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate! And round about his home the glory, Is but a dim-remembered story. Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a ghastly river, A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh -- but smile no more. Nevermore. Edgar: It's cold in here Roderick Usher: I tell you minerals are sentient things The gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls proves this Thus the silent yet importunate and terrible influence which for centuries has molded my family And now me Madeline Usher: [screaming] Roderick Usher: Excuse me Madeline Usher: [vomiting] Roderick Usher: She is gone Out, sad light Roderick has no life I shall preserve her corpse for a fortnight Edgar: But Roderick.. Roderick Usher: I shall place it in a vault facing the lake I do not wish to answer to the medical men nor place her in the exposed burial plot of my family We shall inter her at the proper date when I am more fully of a right mind Her malady was unusual Please do not question me on this Edgar: I cannot question you Roderick Usher: Then help me now Madeline Usher: [moaning] Edgar: One would think you twins Roderick Usher: We are We have always been sympathetic to each other Have you seen this? It is her Edgar: It is a whirlwind You should not You must not behold this Roderick, these appearances which bewilder you are mere electrical phenomena not uncommon Or perhaps they have their rank origins in the marshy gases of the lake Please, let's close this casement and I will read and you will listen Aand together we will pass this terrible night together What's that? What is that? Don't you hear that? Roderick Usher: Not hear it? Yes, I hear it and have heard it many minutes have I heard it? Oh, pity me miserable wretch I dared not Oh no I dared not speak We have put her living in the tomb I have heard feeble movements in the coffin I thought I heard I dared not speak Oh God I have heard footsteps Do you not hear them? Attention Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart? Madman Madman I tell you she now stands without the door Madeline Usher : [moaning and screaming] |
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This is the place where she lay her head
When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly at night And this is the place where she cut her wrists That odd and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling This is the place where we used to live I paid for it with love and blood And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf Filled with her poetry and stuff And this is the room where she took the razor And cut her wrists that strange and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling I never would have started if I'd known That it's end this way But funny thing, I'm not at all sad That it stopped this way This is the place where she lay her head When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly at night And this is the place where she cut her wrists That odd and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling |
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Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park And then later When it gets dark we go home Just a perfect day Feed animals in the zoo then later I move to and Then home Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day Problems all left alone Weekenders on our own It's such fun Just a perfect day You made me forget myself I thought I was someone else Someone good Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow |
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Once upon a midnight dreary
as I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore while I nodded, nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping as of some one gently rapping rapping at my chamber door "'Tis some visitor," I muttered "tapping at my chamber door only this and nothing more." Muttering I got up weakly always I've had trouble sleeping stumbling upright my mind racing furtive thoughts flowing once more I, there hoping for some sunrise happiness would be a surprise loneliness no longer a prize rapping at my chamber door seeking out the clever bore lost in dreams forever more only this and nothing more Hovering my pulse was racing stale tobacco my lips tasting scotch sitting upon my basin remnants of the night before came again infernal tapping on the door in my mind jabbing is it in or outside rapping calling out to me once more the fit and fury of Lenore nameless here forever more And the silken sad uncertain rustling of the purple curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before so that now, oh wind, stood breathing hoping yet to calm my breathing "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door some lost visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door this it is, and nothing more." Deep into the darkness peering long I stood there wondering fearing doubting dreaming fantasies no mortal dared to dream before but the silence was unbroken and the stillness gave no token and the only word there spoken was the whispered name, "Lenore." this I thought and out loud whispered from my lips the foul name festered echoing itself merely this, and nothing more Back into my chamber turning every nerve within me burning when once again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before |
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I'm a little balloon and I get puffed up
squeeze me and bend me it's never enough Put your lips around me, blow me up but if you prick me I will pop I'm a little balloon full and firm here is my aft and here is my stern Here's my lips and here's my hose put me down or I will burst If you prick me I will burst |
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Like to thank all you people for showing up tonight
Sorry about the weather Let's have a big hand for my long time accompianist Manfred Gooseberry Hey Goose Take a bow, relax Be comfortable Have a cocktail on the Poo Poo Lounge And let us entertain you I'd like to sing you a Broadway song I hope that you'll all sing along A little dancing and some sentiment to put your mind at ease I'd like to play you something low and sexy look at our dancers they're so young and pretty, hi Olga And when we start to groove you can hear the saxophones blow Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you And let the saxophones blow blow baby blow I'd like to sing you a Broadway song I hope that you'll all sing along A little dancing and some sentiment to put your mind at ease I wanna bring a tear to your eye, oh good old Poe don't he make you cry Ain't it great the way he writes about the mysteries of life Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you And let the saxophones blow Blow baby blow Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you And let the saxophones blow blow baby blow baby blow baby blow Go Goose go |
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Who's that peeping through my door
sneaking up and down the hall I can't stand it anymore I can't stand it anymore Who's that peeping through my door sneaking up and down the hall I can't stand it anymore I can't stand it anymore Blind rage I'm in a blind rage Blind rage blind rage Blind rage Who's that creeping in my room blocking out the stars and moon I fear you will attack me soon who goes there Who's that creeping in my room blocking out the stars and moon I fear you will attack me soon who goes there Blind rage blind rage Blind rage blind rage I'm in a blind rage Blind rage you're making me scared blind rage make me scared Blind rage Blind rage blind rage Blind rage Blind rage blind rage |
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Fly through the glass of a window pane
fall through the sky feeling the rain Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart Look through the bars of a dirty jail cell soar to heaven dive to hell Listen to your tell-tale heart Setting fires in the ghost twilight we see you dress we bolt with fright You see an apparition disappear Jump to the table, jump up the stairs stand on the rooftop, looking out through the air Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart Lenore, am I dreaming How can death keep us apart, mmmm.. Lenore, I see you burning And I'd walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart Heart heart Heart heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart your tell-tale heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart |
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[Teacher:]
Death by a visitation from God Death by a visitation from God [Student:] I am shadow [Teacher:] Things material and spiritual [Student:] Maternal [Teacher:] can be heavy [Student:] Suffocating [Teacher:] There are seven iron lamps which illumine our senses [Student:] Seven knives [Teacher:] Seven iron lamps to illumine our senses and seven bells to celebrate the resurrection [Student:] Two marble balls in a sack one long and slender candle one mouth two reckonings Consternation and treachery [Teacher:] Are you listening Are you listening to me Are you paying attention to me [Student:] I am shadow [Teacher:] Seven iron lamps seven oboes two small balls and one tiny candle [Student:] Tiny candle [Teacher:] One pathetic flame embers dying [Student:] Dying [Teacher:] Five creatures from the monolith seven whispers from the catacombs five and seven numbing mumbling speeches Are you listening [Student:] I am drawn to do what I should not [Teacher:] Guilty, guilty, guilty guilty no, no, never never no seven mornings thirteen moons five wolves one silk spread morning seven bells for seven senses each one lusting lusting [Student:] Guiltily [Teacher:] Two milk fed glands ripe and red tipped Are you listening my little mouse Each sense ripped from its bodice each gland primed to its overflow Do you hear me my little mouse man Do you hear me little cock [Student:] Semen [Teacher:] Are you listening My little tumescence smear [Student:] Ligeia I stand on the edge and am drawn to it Guilt I am shadow |
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It must be nice to disappear
to have a vanishing act to always be looking forward and never looking back How nice it is to disappear float into a mist with a young lady on your arm looking for a kiss It might be nice to disappear to have a vanishing act to always be looking forward never look over your back It must be nice to disappear float into a mist with a young lady on your arm looking for a kiss It must be nice to disappear to have a vanishing act to always be moving forward and never looking back How nice it is to disappear float into a mist with a young lady on your arm looking for a kiss Looking for a kiss float into a mist |
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[Edgar:]
Never bet the devil your head When I was an infant my mother treated me like a tough steak To her well regulated mind babies were the better for beatings But she was left handed and a child flogged left handed is better left unflogged The world revolves from right to left It will not do to whip a baby from left to right If each blow in the right direction drives an evil propensity out a blow in the opposite direction knocks it's quota of wickedness in Hence my precocity in vice my sensitivity to injuries the thousands of injuries heaped upon me by Fortunato and then finally his rabid insults for which I vowed revenge I gave no utterance to threat But the knowledge of "avengemenship" was so definite so precise that no risk could befall me by neither word nor deed had I given cause to doubt my good will I would punish with impunity I will fuck him up the ass and piss in his face I will redress the wrong But lips and psyche mind be silent Fortunato approaches [Fortunato:] Don't take me to task for loving a cask The cask of Amontillado Please don't make a pass You can go kiss my ass All I want is this mythical cask The cask of Amontillado I've heard so much through the grapevine I've heard so much on the line But the one thing that I lust after Is the one thing I've never had So is it too much to ask Too have just one taste of the cask Why you could go kiss my ass for the cask of Amontillado Edgar old fellow dear bosom friend Hail fellow well met oh great elucidator great epopee [Edgar:] Haha.. Fortunato what luck to meet you what good good luck to meet you and see you looking so splendid I have received a cask of Amontillado or what passes for Amontillado [Fortunato:] Amontillado That most wondrous sherry A cask Impossible How So rare [Edgar:] I've had my doubts I was silly enough to pay the full price without consulting you in the matter but you were not to be found and I was fearful of losing a bargain [Fortunato:] Fearfully stupid if you ask me Edgar [Edgar:] I am on my way to see Mr. Bolo [Fortunato:] A cask [Edgar:] A cask To gather his opinion Are you engaged [Fortunato:] Mr. Bolo cannot tell Amontillado from goat's milk [Edgar:] Yet some say his taste is a match for your own [Fortunato:] Hardly, dear boy Let us go [Edgar:] Where [Fortunato:] To your vaults to the supposed Amontillado [Edgar:] Oh my good friend no I could not impose upon your good nature You have, after all, an engagement [Fortunato:] To hell with the engagement I have no engagement Before the sky withers and falls let us go [Edgar:] But the vaults are damp and I see you are afflicted with a severe cold [Fortunato:] Oh let us go The cold is nothing You've been taken advantage of And Mr. Bolo cannot tell Amontillado from piss The cask [Edgar:] It is farther on But see the white web work which gleams from these cavern walls [Fortunato:] Nitre Nitre [Edgar:] How long have you had that cough Yes, nitre [Fortunato:] It is nothing [Edgar:] We should go back Your health is precious You are a man who would be missed [Fortunato:] [coughing] [Edgar:] Let's return I cannot be responsible for causing you ill health And anyway there's always Mr. Bolo [Fortunato:] Oh be dumb I'll not be swayed The cough is nothing It will not kill me I won't die of a cough [Edgar:] Of that you can be sure Have some of this Medoc to warm the bones and defend you from this infernal dampness Drink Drink damn you [Fortunato:] I drink to the buried that repose around us [Edgar:] And I to your long life The nitre It hangs like moss We are below the river's bed The moisture trickles, chills the bones Let's go back Your cough [Fortunato:] The cough is nothing But ............. Let us proceed to the Amontillado [Edgar:] So proceed Herein the Amontillado Now Mr. Bolo [Fortunato:] Mr. Bolo is an imbecile An ignoramus [Edgar:] Can you not feel the nitre You really should go I implore you No Then I must leave you here But first let me render you all the little attentions within my power [Fortunato:] The Amontillado Hahahaha.. A very good joke indeed, haha.. We will have many a rich laugh about it over our wine in the palazzo [Edgar:] The Amontillado [Fortunato:] Yes, yes yes The Amontillado [Edgar:] Well Then let's go [Fortunato:] For, for the love of God [Edgar:] Precisely for the love of God Fortunato Fortunato |
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[Shadow 1:]
Guilty [Shadow 2:] Guilty [Shadow 1:] I'm paralyzed with guilt It runs through me like rain through silk Guilty My mind won't leave me alone My teeth are rotted My lips start to foam Cause I'm so guilty [Shadow 2:] Guilty Guilty [Shadow 1:] Oh guilty What did I say What did I do Did I ever do it to you Don't turn your back I can't look you in the eye eye eye eye [Shadow 2:] Eye eye eye [Shadow 1:] I guess I am guilty as charged [Shadow 2:] Guilty, guilty, guilty Guilty, guilty, guilty Guilty, guilty, guilty [Shadow 1:] Don't do that [Shadow 2:] Don't do what [Shadow 1:] Don't do that Oh you're such a child Guilty What can I do I do it to you But I do it to me too Cut off my head Hang me from the yardarm Guilty I'm paralyzed with guilt I've got bad thoughts I've got an evil clit [Shadow 2:] Guilty [Shadow 1:] My mind won't leave me alone I've got a bad mind I've got a bad bone [Shadow 2:] Guilty Guilty as charged Guilty [Shadow 1:] Don't do that [Shadow 2:] Don't do what [Shadow 1:] Don't do that Oh you're such a reckless child Do you remember when you were a baby Do you have a jury [Shadow 2:] Yeah [Shadow 1:] Do you have a verdict [Shadow 2:] Guilty as charged Guilty Guilty Guilty as charged [Shadow 1:] Do you have a verdict Do you have a verdict-aca |
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[Shadow 1:]
Guilty [Shadow 2:] Guilty [Shadow 1:] I'm paralyzed with guilt It runs through me like rain through silk Guilty My mind won't leave me alone My teeth are rotted My lips start to foam Cause I'm so guilty [Shadow 2:] Guilty Guilty [Shadow 1:] Oh guilty What did I say What did I do Did I ever do it to you Don't turn your back I can't look you in the eye eye eye eye [Shadow 2:] Eye eye eye [Shadow 1:] I guess I am guilty as charged [Shadow 2:] Guilty, guilty, guilty Guilty, guilty, guilty Guilty, guilty, guilty [Shadow 1:] Don't do that [Shadow 2:] Don't do what [Shadow 1:] Don't do that Oh you're such a child Guilty What can I do I do it to you But I do it to me too Cut off my head Hang me from the yardarm Guilty I'm paralyzed with guilt I've got bad thoughts I've got an evil clit [Shadow 2:] Guilty [Shadow 1:] My mind won't leave me alone I've got a bad mind I've got a bad bone [Shadow 2:] Guilty Guilty as charged Guilty [Shadow 1:] Don't do that [Shadow 2:] Don't do what [Shadow 1:] Don't do that Oh you're such a reckless child Do you remember when you were a baby Do you have a jury [Shadow 2:] Yeah [Shadow 1:] Do you have a verdict [Shadow 2:] Guilty as charged Guilty Guilty Guilty as charged [Shadow 1:] Do you have a verdict Do you have a verdict-aca |
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Rowena :
A wild being from birth My spirit spurns control Wondering the wide earth searching for my soul While all the world is chiding In visions of the dark night I have had a waking dream A holy dream A holy dream A waking dream of life and light That cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding With a ray turned back upon the past While I aghast Sit motionless through the misty night Dimly peering at what once shone bright Peeking wariy at what shone afar What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star? Poe : In the consideration of the faculties And impulses of the human soul In consideration of our arrogance Our radical, primitive, irreducible arrogance of reason We have all overlooked the propensity We saw no need for it The paradoxical something which we may call perverseness A mobile without motive Through its promptings, we act without comprehensible object Induction would have brought phrenology to admit this We act for the reason we should not For certain minds this is absolutely irresistible The conviction of the wrong or impolicy of an action Is often the unconquerable force It is a primitive impulse Elementary The overwhelming tendency to do Wrong for the wrong's sake This impels us to its persecutions Oh holy dream We persist in acts Because we feel that we should not persist in them This is the combativeness of phrenology Rowena : We have a task before us which must be speedily performed We know it will be ruinous to delay Trumpet-tongued, the important crisis of our life calls We glow Poe : We are consumed with eagerness to commence work Yet a shadow flits across the brain The impulse increases to a wish The wish to a desire The desire to uncontrollable longing And the longing in defiance of all consequences is indulged We put off all until tomorrow Rowena : We tremble with the violence of the conflict within us The definite with the indefinite The substance with the shadow There is no answer except that we feel perverse The shadow prevails Our energy returns We will commit now We will labor now Oh holiest of dreams But it is too late We stand upon the brink of the precipice Poe : We grow sick and dizzy We go to shrink from danger but instead we approach it We are intoxicated by the mere idea Of a fall from such a great height This fall, this rushing annihilation For the very reason It contains the most loathsome and ghastly images Of death and suffering For this reason do we now most impetuously desire it There is no passion in nature So demonic as the passion of him who Shuddering upon the edge, meditates a plunge We will these actions merely Because we feel that we should not Having realized this, I swoon It is the spirit of the perverse The idea of a poison candle struck my fancy And I procured one for my victim I will not vex you with impertinent details But suffice it to say the verdict was "Death by the visitation of God" Rowena : All went well for me Poe : All went well for me Rowena : His estate inherited I reveled in absolute security I would never be found out I was safe I was safe If I did not prove fool enough to make open confession Poe : If I did not prove fool enough to make public confession No sooner had I uttered those words Than I felt an icy chill creep into my heart I made a strong effort To shake off this nightmare of the soul I laughed I whistled I walked and then walked faster I thought I saw a formless shape approaching me from behind And then I ran I pushed and shoved blindly I thought I left a hand upon my throat No mortal hand I screamed And then clearly, clearly I enunciated pregnant sentences That consigned me to the hangman and the hell The fullest judicial conviction Today I wear chains but tomorrow I shall be fetterless But where? Oh holy dream Oh beam of light I fall prostrate with excitement this holy night |
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In the science of the mind
there is no forgiving Paralyzed I lay here sleeping quiet as a little child Heart starts beating, blood rushing pounding moving quiet as a little lamb In the science of the mind limbs are bound devoid of movement The injuries we do in kind are visited upon us often In the science of the mind trying hard to move a shadow Don't bury me I'm still alive the science of the mind unyielding The science of the mind unyielding the science of the mind unyielding |
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Well they call me a juicy hop-frog
you can see me in any wood bog don't you know that they call me the hop-frog hopping frog I'm a hop-frog a hop-frog they call me the hop-frog hop, hop-frog They call me the hop-frog see me in any wood bog don't you know that call me a hop-frog hop-frog They call me the hop-frog see me in a wood bog they're calling me a hop-frog hop-frog You can see me in a ballroom you can see me in a bedroom you can see me in the woods hop, hop-frog They call me the hop-frog they call you the hop-frog well they call you the hop-frog hop, hop-frog Frog |
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[King:]
Oh mellifluous dwarf prince of all the jesters Funny little thing you are Make me laugh As God's voluminous star [Hop Frog:] Gracious majesty Today is not made for laughter day This moment sacred is more for royal sunsets Then comic ruin or suicidal jests [King:] I'll be the judge of that thank you Make me laugh le petite cur Drink some wine Lest you foul sweet time [Hop Frog:] Drink upsets me please your liege This would mark the death me [King:] I said drink you scabrous whore Are you deaf as well as short? [Tripitena:] Kingdom's Sire big as you are Save such bile for larger foes [King:] Make me laugh 'Fore I stretch your neck like a giraffe |
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My love The king by any other name a pissoir You, my love tower over them all they are but vermin beneath your heels They are monkeys Suit them, frame them to your own vision but do not let one false word of mockery seep through to your vast heart I have seen you from close and afar and your worth far exceeds your height, your width the depth of your sorrow Oh willful outcast doth thou not see the light of our love our linked fortunes our hearts melded together into one fine golden braided finery They listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselves with the sordid Miseries of their businesses They are not the things of angels nor of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire to Your loathsome vomitous businessman king is of the lowest order his advisors crumbling mockeries of education driven by avarice My love dress them in the suits of mockery and in their advanced state of stupidity and senility burn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compost which they so much deserve If justice on this earth be fleeting let us for once hear the weeping and the braying of the businessman king Let them be the the orangutans they are and set them blazing from the chandelier for all to see hanging from the ceiling by their ridiculous chains and petticoats which you will have them wear under the guise of costumic buffoonery He who underestimates in time is bound to find the truth sublime and hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorder Businessmen you're not worth shitting on |
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Sometimes I wonder who am I
The world seeming to pass me by A younger man now getting old I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold I hold a mirror to my face There are some lines that I could trace To memories of loving you A passion that breaks reason in two I - I - I have to think and I have to think and stop me now If reminices make you frown One thinks of what one hoped to be And then faces reality I wonder who started all this Was God in love and gave a kiss To someone who later betrayed And God less love sent us away? Sometimes I wonder who am I Who made the trees - who made the sky Who made the storms who made heartbreak? I wonder how much life I can take I see at last a future self Were you alive I'd ask your help But thinking puts me in a daze And thinking never helped me anyway You always were so negative You never saw the positive You always stand upon the edge And dream of what it must be to be dead I know I like to dream a lot And think of other worlds that are not I hate that I need air to breathe I'd like to leave this body - and be free You'd like to float like a mystic child You'd like to kiss an angel on the brow You'd love to solve the mistery of live By cutting someone's throat or removing their heart You'd like to see it beat You'd like to hold your eyes And though you know I'm dead You'd like to hold my thighs If it's wrong to think on this To hold the dead past to hold the dead past in your fist Why were we why were we given memories? Let's lose our minds Be set free! Sometimes I wonder who am I The world seeming to pass me by A younger man now getting old I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold I wonder I wonder who started all this - ooh Was God in love and gave a kiss To someone who later betrayed And God less love sent us away To someone who later betrayed God less love sent us away To someone who later betrayed God less love sent us away... |
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I have a guardian angel
keep him in my head When I'm afraid and alone I call him to my bed I have a guardian angel who keeps bad things from me The only way to ruin it would be for me not to trust me The only way to ruin it would be for me not to trust me I have a guardian angel who's often saved my life Through malevolent storms and crystal drums the angel on my right Has lifted me up and set me down always showing me what's right And if my instinct proved me wrong the angel set it right And if my instinct proved me wrong the angel set it right Have a guardian angel I keep him in my head And when I'm having nightmares he shows me dreams instead I have a ring, I have a dress I have an empty shell By the books below tea cups I've kept a kind of hell By the books below tea cups I've kept a kind of hell Panic and anxiety so often in my head But I had a guardian angel who took care of me instead The champagne cork the nightlight owl a raven and a duck The seed of pining parents and your despairing love The seed of pining parents and your despairing love Love and luck both have charmed lives can change all things about I had a guardian angel that's what this is all about I have a guardian angel I keep him in my head When I'm alone and become afraid he saved my life instead When I'm alone and become afraid he saved my life instead Guardian angel guardian angel Guardian angel guardian angel Guardian angel |
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