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The Labyrinth of LifeAudio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZupoXb-okU
I have walked the painted pathways of the labyrinth of life
Seen its coruscating corridors of light
But in cold, abandoned alleyways of misery and strife
I have touched the secret shadows of the night
In the eyes a world once gave me, as an infant, as a child
Boundless wonders fought to fascinate my gaze
Signs and symbols, clues and crossroads, rich and radiant and wild
Thrilled my senses as they led me through the maze
Though the path was mine to follow, what young mind can take control
Of the labyrinth of life before his eyes?
Strange enchantments and illusions stirred the centre of my soul
Every door revealed a glittering surprise
Jewelled palaces, their gardens filled with butterflies and bees
Castles, carnivals and sleepy afternoons
Waves of peppermint and jasmine on the shores of summer seas
Quiet places bathed by melancholy moons
Gilded windows shone and spar
Owd Arkwright's Impossible Plan - #1 - T'Fact'ryWritten in Yorkshire (West Riding) dialect
Audio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsfp3GlfrfI
Reight, get thissen settled an' listen
An 'utch up, let t' young uns gerr in
Tha's norr 'eard a stoory lahk this un
It dun't matter 'ow far tha's bin
Am gooin' rayt back ter mi fatha
A rum un, the's nob'dy mun daht
'E'd come aht wi' all soorts a' blather
'E'd towk till 'is tonsils 'ung aht
But faamin' wi' t' land wer' 'is callin'
'E wuhshipped them fields, aye, an' t' muck
'E'd plough 'em till t' poor 'oss wuh crawlin'
An' stay aht as long as it took
Mi mam allus packed up 'is butties
I' t' rustiest snap tin tha's seen
Tha dun't understand what 'thick cut' is
Foor slices ter t' loaf's worr Ah mean
Shi'd all on ter look after t' fam'ly
But kept that 'ouse tickin' lahk clocks
T'owd 'Erbert an' Walter an' Stanley
Wi nivver went short o' clean socks
An' Arthur, that's me... ey, burr 'owd on
Wi'll get back ter me in a bit
The Tooth FairyAudio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjHBn8Etz0s
Sleep soundly, my young one, sleep tight
Sleep safe in the sheltering arms of the night
Set the worries of wakening free
See them drift on the swell of a star-painted sea
Feel the mantle of darkness envelop your bed
As a hunger, a dream, fills your head
What yearnings, what wishes are these?
What words did you whisper on trembling knees?
Did you plead with the shimmering sky?
To that infinite emptiness, what did you cry?
Is it knowledge you covet, or wisdom, or truth?
Or a coin, in exchange for a tooth?
A legend has led you to this
A fairytale, sealed with a mother's sweet kiss
Words of wonder, excitement, surprise
Words to paint with bold colours the light in your eyes
And the circle of sleep softly spirals and spins
As the marvel, the magic, begins
A spirit of glittering light
With silver secures what is perfect and white
For the mouth of this innocent child
Madness OverwhelmsMadness Overwhelms
One evening in the corner shop
Calvin Woods sat reading a paper
A tall dark man in a black hood came in
Looking dark and dapper
Calvin mistook him for an African
The stranger said he came from Cairo
Are you visiting or residing, Calvin asked
The other said, “I have gold. I am a pharaoh."
Yet the longer stayed the latter,
The more Calvin grew madder
Until he ran away screaming
While the latter burst into laughter
There will be times
When a man cannot determine
Between the howl of dogs
And the cries of men
Perchance he shall find
That the criers have thick hair
For they scarcely have the minds
Mid-evening in September
Alas I must always remember
I took a walk about my ground
The sky was dark and tense
The neighborhood lay silent in suspense
But soon the air was pierced by
What I mistook for the howl of hounds
When I wandered near
The howling fell in my ear
But seemed to have the voice of men
I beheld a strange sight
Which I pray I may never see
A pack of dog-like men
Sitting at the crossroad of a lane
Unlike Nowhere BeforeUnlike Nowhere Before
Dangerous territory for sure
Seeing his foes advance in the distance
Roger ran as fast as the wind
Occasionally glancing behind him
But he left them far behind
Still he kept running
Not sure when to stop or look around
The sun began to set, the moon was rising
Roger found himself in unknown ground
And everywhere about
There were sights he'd never seen
Signs on walls and over doors
He scarcely knew what they meant
Symbols scrawled by unknown hands
Of things he never knew
And overhead the sky was growing dark
Roger knew not what to do
So he kept walking
Searching for a soul to help
But nowhere was there anyone
Roger thought he was in Hell
Until he found strange carvings over one doorway
Then he realized Hell was not like that
And the shadows gathered closer
Something flew over him with wings like a bat
Still he knew no name of the place
Nor was there someone who knew
Roger shuddered visibly
Still he was lost as to what to do
Unsettling RevelationsUnsettling Revelations
A rather strange visit and a souvenir
That misty night in November
When there was not a stir in the air
And people and their pets lay to rest
In their homes in the town, everywhere
There came a low murmur
As if something stirred in a wind
Or a voice calling from afar
Yet nobody went outside to find
Then there followed the faint sound of footsteps
And the tall silhouette of a man
But only his shadow
Then the murmur came again
The footsteps passed a block of houses
Those within must have heard
But nobody opened a door or window
Nor did they say one word
Then the silhouette changed to something bigger
And the arms were sinewy and long
The stirring sensation resumed just then
But nobody perceived of any wrong
But the howling of hounds brought their masters to the gate
The men carried candles to see through the darkness
But they discovered that they were too late....
Lying still as a corpse was a neighbor
His eyes gaping straight ahead
They could not think of how he d
Love From the GraveI awaken from somber dreams
where nothing is as it first seams,
your voice speaks from beyond the gray,
the unseen watch me with blank eyes,
lost among storm torn ocean skies
to the forgotten gods I prey,
let me sleep amid the tombstones
and wish on the oracle bones,
if only I knew you would stay.
It's So Quiet NowDarkness settles in
Our star has gone away
Although it may be hard
I believe the black is here to stay
It's so quiet now
Silent and serene
The rustling outside though
Makes it hard not to scream
You wrap your arms around me
Squeezing tighter with more grip
You bury your head in my chest
Nervously biting your lip
The screams could be heard
From outside the door
Death hollers I was sure
It's so quiet now
It sounds as though they've left
Although the real truth is
Tomorrow comes death
macabre circuscome one, come all
to the macabre carnival that is my mind,
where appearances truly are deceiving.
the price of a ticket is only your soul.
it will paint your true colors black,
capture your soul and lock it away in an antique circus trunk, among a downward spiral of other collected, trapped souls.
the adorable little balloon girl
pure wickedness hidden beneath her curls,
sells them, each black, white and blood red balloon representing a kidnapped spirit
it will recycle your body into a sinister freak, forever in the land of nightmares,
and there is no escape.
it appears a vivid and striking scene, visually charming and quaint
the sugary sweet and salty aromas will lure you in,
they disguise the stench of putrid, rotting flesh.
cotton candy, a tangled mass of webs spun by the deadliest spiders
and delicious caramel apples with a razorblade core
the merry music will lure you in; such splendid and uplifting notes lingering among the raucous of the delighted crowd
to conceal the tortured
dinner with the devilI had dinner with the devil,
one Friday afternoon.
We feasted on cheesecake,
and strawberry macaroons.
"Why shouldn't we indulge?"
sang he so flowery,
as he poured me a cup,
of rose-petal tea.
He was rather charismatic,
though in a salty sort of way.
"I make friends with enemies."
I often heard him say.
Not to say I'd hug the devil,
it's just so very cold outside,
all this rain and frigid lightning;
and the devil’s arms are wide.
"The world's a selfish place, my dear,
a sharpened blade is how you survive."
He leered in close and with a smile he sang,
"Little girls get eaten alive."
I can resist temptation,
even if it's crawling at my feet.
"But it's the glory of sin you want,"
and sin often tastes so sweet.
"Dear, you wouldn't be the only one,"
he said, "Everyone does bad."
And I've noticed everyone lately.
And everyone seems glad.
And then he lead me to the window,
to see with my own eyes,
to show me ignorance is bliss,
I saw people walking in lies!
I must admit I'm young and th
RevengeHow I crave that crimson liquid...
That sharp, metallic taste...
The blood pouring from your body...
Gushing from your face...
"You'll see what I had to suffer
Throughout these years..."
It's time for me to finally
Face my biggest fears.
I pull out the knife from my pocket,
The knife I used to cut my wrist.
And I use it now to cut my bully.
My, what a twist~
"You used to make me suffer,
Isn't that strange~?"
I gave a twisted smile.
"Now I'll get my revenge~"
Pretty soon, I finished up,
And I chuckle darkly.
That'll show everyone
Not to mess with me.
The KeyAudio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isyXsXBCt3U
Stolen by a murdered thief
Lost in centuries of grief
Deep within a burning tree
Lies the sacred, secret key
Taken by a crippled hand
To a barren, broken land
Here, in cities paved with pain
Live the shadows of the slain
Locked behind the darkest door
Memories of plague and war
From these torments none are free
Death alone can turn the key
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