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A Legionary In Love
02:44
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Ave pater, I'm in trouble, what have I become
I used to be a legionary now I’m underneath her thumb
I bled for roman glory, conquered kingdoms north and south
But I’m getting awfully worried 'cuz my heart is in her mouth
I’ve shaken hands with Caesar and I crossed the Rubicon
I’ve earned my laurels three times over from the wars I’ve won
But I’d throw it all away in honor of my Gothic dove
She’s got me where she wants me and she’s getting all my love
I’ve told myself I’d stay away from Gothic girls before
It turns out what they say is true regarding love and war
But cupid got his arrow lodged there right between my eyes
My head was in the clouds but now it’s cradled by her thighs
The senate thinks I’m crazy and the consul calls me blind
The citizens all shake their heads and say I’ve lost my mind
But for all the gold in Rome I wouldn’t leave my Gothic dove
We live our simple lives together sharing all our love
Gimme all your love
Oh she got me where she wants me (gimme all your love)
Oh you know you do, you do, you do, you do baby (gimme all your love)
Gimme all your love, baby (gimme all your love)
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Mycophobia
02:45
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You seem like a fun guy, my friend
Here, have a Pall-mall
You’re so tired of playing pretend
Well, aren’t we all
There’s this place I found a while back
Come sink your teeth in
Where the soil is fertile and black
Fun guy, you’re chosen
No light reaches down here below
That’s where we’ll go
Perfect for a fun guy to thrive
Do you feel alive yet
Don’t resist the fungal power, it’s coming on so strong
Just lose that mycophobia and we’ll all get along
Feel it creeping under your nails
And up through your fingers
Shooting through your vessels and veins
The pain shouldn’t linger
Hyphae grasping for something to eat
Now isn’t that neat
Feast with all the fun guys and gals
We’re your new pals now
The toadstools love their drinking games
And morels moralize
Once you live the mushroom way
You’ll see with different eyes
Yellow, brown and white and green
Every shade and hue
Sizes, shapes you’ve never seen
That’s mycelium for you
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Dreamless Dreamer
03:31
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Stay inside and keep your head down
Don’t open the door for anyone
I’ll be back before the sun goes down
The water’s gone and the food’s run out
Don’t look back, just reload again
They’re asleep for a little while
Don’t be fooled if they call your name
They're not human anymore
She licks blood from her fingertips
Watching us with those lovely eyes
Bodies writhe underneath her feet
Feeding time is near again
Rise up from your dreamless sleep
Pray my soul’s not yours to keep
If you die before you wake
Cross your heart with hawthorn stake
Rise up from your dreamless sleep
Pray my soul’s not yours to keep
Rise up from your dreamless sleep
Pray my soul’s not yours to keep
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4. |
Juneaux
03:41
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Mine, goddess divine
Without compare, without compunction
Let me come inside your holy circle
And let your sacred cycle serve as my unction
Trine, goddess of mine
One part of me, two of your blessing
Aren’t I raised above the other faithful
Wouldn’t I be wasteful to resist your caressing
Are we not entwined in this, a furtive little dance
What if we were open and we left it all to chance
What if you and I were left up to our own devices
What crisis is this that we’re courting
Sweet is the fruit from your orchard
Weighty are the gifts that you’ve lavished unto me
Your alabaster belly is my church
The holiest of holies that ever I will see
Blithe, supple and lithe
Steel within silk, cream laced with whiskey
Haughty and as nimble as a spider,
With a sting inside her, waiting to kiss me
Shorn, Juno reborn
Naked and ripe, white and becoming
Lips and bodies clasping one another in
Rhythm of the other, feel our hearts thrumming
Womanly and supine, pendulous and prone
Let my body service you as altar and as throne
Masculine and feminine united ever more
From strength will flourish tenderness as never felt before
Sweet is the fruit from your orchard
Weighty are the gifts that you’ve lavished unto me
Your alabaster belly is my church
The holiest of holies that ever I will see
Sweet is the fruit from your orchard
Weighty are the grapes that I’ve eaten off the vine
Sublime, goddess of mine
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Chicken-Eatin' Bastard
02:31
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You little rascal, you get outta my yard, ya hear?
You chicken eatin' bastard, crawlin' in the bush
You'll get what's comin' to ya when the shove becomes a push
Scratchin' in the dirt with your tail between your legs
I'll teach a mighty lesson to ya, stealin' all my eggs, yeah
Well your beady little eyes and your ratty little feet
I've never had the chance to taste a-raccoon meat, yeah
Singin' woah
Oh you chicken-eatin' bastard, lyin' in the gutter
I wonder how you'd taste a-fried up with some butter
(wolf whistle)
Singin' woah
My, you taste dee-licious
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Haruspex
03:32
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I have seen my blood congeal in the strangest of patterns
I divine the real and false from the shape of its splatter
Underneath the moon my knife is a crescent of silver
Flashing in the dark with prophecies to deliver
In the crimson blood that swirls and writhes in the gutter
I have seen the men and wives that lay with another
I have seen the knife concealed in the sleeve of a brother
I have seen the poison flow from the breast of a mother
All the terrible things I see
While practicing haruspicy
What has been and what may be
It takes the breath right out of me
I have seen my corpse defiled in the cruelest of manners
I have tasted blood of foes congealed on our banners
Now I dream of Gods, alive and great in their hating
In between the stars they slumber, patiently waiting
Thinner has grown this veil of light
That shields us from the hateful night
Doing what man expects of me
In practicing haruspicy
I am a man so small and frail
I will not go beyond the veil
Of what may and cannot be
This terrible haruspicy
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Duchess of The Moon
02:32
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Duchess of the Moon
Duchess of the Moon
Duchess of the Moon
Duchess of the Moon
I’m in love with such a lady she’s weird and wild and crazy
She’s my heart and soul and I would never change a thing
She lives inside a silver spoon 'cuz she’s the duchess of the moon
A royal regal lady and I’m gonna be her king
She rides a magic flying carpet always keeps her nails so sharp
She doesn’t cast a shadow and she’s over eight feet tall
Her lips are red as cherries cuz she only eats moonberries and they
Stain her fingers pink but I don’t really mind at all
Duchess of the Moon
Duchess of the Moon
Duchess of the Moon
Duchess of the Moon
We’re movin’ and we’re groovin’ to the music of the firmament
It’s permanent, this union, we’ll be married in July
The caterers are paid for; we’ll have French-fried moon potatoes
And a lunar duck so succulent it might just make you cry
We’ll honeymoon on Pluto and we’ll have to get real blotto cuz it’s
Freezing in the evenings no matter how you dress
We’ll spend a week on Charon with her parents, overbearing as they are
They seem to like me which is pretty nice, I guess
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths
Enwrought with gold and silver light
All the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night
(and the light, and the half-light)
I would lay those cloths beneath your feet
Yet I, being poor, have only my dreams
I would lay my dreams beneath your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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The Grey Above
03:27
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In the dark and dormant valley
In the grip of deepest winter
Did I walk all by my lonesome
Sheltered by the grey above
Traveled far and wandered wide from
Empty desert, summer vineyards
But in ice and silent snow I
Saw my one and truest love
Though the years have tossed and turned me
Like a ship on wildest ocean
Golden hair and scarlet lips
From my dreams of long ago
My lips frozen, almost numb
I spoke her name and she did motion
Beckoned for me to come closer
Through the banks of fallen snow
She was not as I remembered
Though her beauty was unearthly
Silver coins replaced her eyes and
Her skin was cold as clay
In my longing I’d forgotten
What had happened since we parted
We were promised to be married
Like a fool I turned away
In her grief she found an ash tree
Tall as heaven, limbs of iron
There she hung as the church bells chimed
It should have been our wedding day
Oh my dearest, my beloved
I am sorry for my cruelty
Icy fingers ‘round my throat
And my penance will be made
As my vision dimmed and narrowed
And my life’s blood streamed in rivers
Consecration of our union
With my one and truest love
In the dark and dormant valley
In the grip of deepest winter
Do I walk with my beloved
Sheltered by the grey above
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Rest upon my head a crown of holly
Lay a bough of pine beneath my feet
Cherish every sadness, every folly
And keep the home fires burning til we meet
Bathe me in the stream beside the meadow
Where we fell in love midsummer’s eve
Braid your hair with roses and black velvet
Sew a crimson thread upon my sleeve
I will wait forever for you, darling
I have gone to dream in endless sleep
Hear my laughter in the song of starlings
Feel my tender kiss upon your cheek
Lay forget-me-nots upon my headstone
Take the children to my resting place
Sing the songs I taught you in the meadow
Let the lovely tears caress your face
On my head is still the crown of holly
Boughs of pine still lay beneath my feet
Grief would be such sadness and such folly
Knowing that again we both will meet
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Lear
03:16
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I will go and stand before the lightning
The thunder doesn’t frighten me
It reminds me what it’s like to be
A king again, the head of a headless nation
I raised this city from the ground
And I’ll do what it takes to keep it up somehow
Are my sins so great to earn damnation
Fathers earn their daughters’ scorn
And sons to take their place are never born
Tell me where it all went wrong and please choose carefully
The hurricane has stole my crown, but I’m still a king you see
My darling daughters hate me and they left me here to die
So bow your head or you may see a foolish old man cry
Kings are not immune from retribution
I stand upon a promontory
To tell indifferent gods my story
This heavy heart is far too great a burden
All my hatred washed away
I turn to meet the breaking day reborn
Am I forgiven
Am I forgiven
Am I forgiven
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Come round the fire from whenever you roam
You wanderer, brigand, far flung from your home
Come heed my advice and partake of this poem
Of the song of the Mari Lwyd
She glides through the forest, as silent as night
Wrapped in a death shroud, so ghostly and white
Her face is all bone but her eyes are still bright
The dead eyes of the Mari Lwyd
The cold of the winter, the ice and the snow
She’ll pay no mind to the cold winds that blow
She’ll gallop on just like the mounts long ago
The tireless Mari Lwyd
She may come to your hearth and demand entrance there
And ask you the riddles that she has prepared
Oh, woe unto you who shall take on the dare
Put forth by the Mari Lwyd
You wanderer, wanderer, so far from home
Take this song with you wherever you roam
No matter your fear, just remember this poem
Beware of the Mari Lwyd
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13. |
In Flanders Fields
05:02
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
John McCrae: 1872-1918
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