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Witching Hour
09:59
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We have seen the village in the night and felt the eyes that never close...
the search is on again
But is there nowhere left to hide and should my eyes grow dim and cold...
bewitched another day
Counting ‘till the moon is full of light may seem a worthless legacy... a show of lunacy
Reliving glories from the past is a full time job, no time to be... creating memories
So has the lost one found your name?
And will things ever be the same?
Will you deny the final blame?
And after all that you became (such a shame)
And once upon a time I’d sleep
away the days of summer free
to see a vision of your face
a witching hour in white lace
I still believe in Guinevere
and dreams that never bring her here
and if I seem a little lost
amongst the figurines I brought…
I say to you, “just find a looking glass, step through”
I say to you, “just find a looking glass, step through”
And if you count the many times
I thought I saw her with my eyes
To find a mirror shimmer back
in waves of ice cold tainted black
We have come to offer once again...the yearning sacrificial lamb that somehow understands
But if you must reject our blindly paid devotion, must you motion us to silence
with your hand?
I have come to realize the silence laden alibis are nothing...when compared to your last
dance
and yet we still portray the long awaited hero and the mourning maiden
clinging to her last and final chance
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Something Wicked this way Comes
Drawn by human pain and anger
Tell of fortunes yet to come
in the dying late October
Carousel spinning will turn you around
bringing you down
melting the years you have known
Dark & Nightshades’
Pandemonium circus
Arrived by the steam
of a dead midnight dream
Won’t you come?
Something Wicked this way Comes
just before the blowing thunder
Lightning rods for protection
(just might keep the devils under)
House of mirrors can knock you about
inside and out
only reflections will tell
Dark & Nightshades’
Pandemonium circus
Our collection of souls
can only but grow
Step Right Up!
Look in the mirror, what do you see?
Bittersweet loss at the days you’ve wasting
away as your beauty escapes
people tell stories of how you used to be
The prettiest girl in town
your future a diamonded path before you
Now just a schoolteacher, homely, alone
But if you wish hard enough Dark can make it true
Dark & Nightshades’
Pandemonium circus
Though hidden by day
At night come to play
Have a go!
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3. |
Our Dark Design
10:08
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If you had listened to the words I said so long ago
I could have seen the rainbow leaking through my vertigo
and as the play held over yesterday
ascends toward the only vision left to me
I carve the hollow shell of blank tradition whereupon
You pin your hopes of someday winning sacred Babylon
But you can’t see through your own insecurity
to claim the soul of one so shadow thrown as me
It seems your battle plans have shattered on the rocks below
and as you mourn their loss another waits to bring you home
Amidst the night you seem to think that you are right
and still believe there is a God that’s on your side
Again the winners write the history books we swear upon
But if our words are clever lies disguised to hide our wrongs
Someday we’ll see what truly makes us disagree
I wonder how to fool the madman inside me?
Christianity — inhumanity
Our vanity leads the world insanity
Lost in ourselves — we strike the devil deal — into our hearts
Lost among the crowd — down the promenade
Answer to the proud — we kill ourselves for God
The right & wrong — once clear is now undone — as you lead us all
Can you see me?
None too clearly...turn off the static ocean
Can you hear me?
Almost nearly...smiling as you leak emotion
I can’t find the finish line to mark the entry of my trial
I can’t buy the last & final words you said to feign denial
Can you feel me?
On the freezing wind that cuts your calm resistance
Can you really?
Say you mean the things you said upon a time once
I can’t live within the fire of your past & future smile
I can’t quit until the mire swallows whole our dark design
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4. |
The Lady Catherine
04:45
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5. |
How?
03:14
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I’ve heard enough of simple explanations running through the plaster
I’ve had enough of offering sacrifices to a lonely shrine
The only thing that gets reaction from my troubled mind
Makes 90 cable channels seem a coloured strobe of fantasy
I’ve done my time of paying homage to their deadly god
and spent my last reward on motivation rape cassettes
and now the desert storm’s available on VHS
My civil rights are being slowly eaten day by day
So I can be protected from the war on drugs they play
And what I want to know is, Why is beer OK?
I think possession of a Bud should rate a violent crime
And carry penalty of death to all who cross the line
I’m sick of politician lies and fabricated alibi’s
They slam them down my throat and smile as if they can be trusted
I’m sick of TV secrecy, sick of sickness that I see
The world is slipping to the right as power preachers sell their lies
You best agree with what they say or you will disappear someday
..and all that’s left for me to say is...How?
...and all that’s left for me to say is...How?
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6. |
Indian Summer
06:24
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We played the future game
watching the hours as they drained
into nothing this cool summer’s eve
But then away I looked turned my attention to books
and the promise they held out to me
You wanted to know, you could ask me again
and we’ll share in the knowledge as one
But if the ocean said the river is dead unto me
as it flows round & round to the sea
I sat and waited while Indian summer slipped by
from the waves of the pool to the sea
But sometimes out of the corner of my tearful eye
I can see her still calling to me
You wanted to know, you could ask me again
and we’ll share in the knowledge as one
But if the ocean said the river is dead unto me
as it flows round & round to the sea
Counting, waiting, listening ‘till the hate has evaporated
Running, falling, knowing that your idolatry conceals an
often hidden view deep inside of you
I dance to welcome the first rain of autumn today
as she rings in the change that shall be
For as the heat of the summertime
yields to the fall
all shall welcome the season to heal
You wanted to know, you could ask me again
and we’ll share in the knowledge as one
But if the ocean said the river is dead unto me
as it flows round & round to the sea
Counting, waiting, listening ‘till the hate has evaporated
Running, falling, knowing that your idolatry conceals an
often hidden view deep inside of you
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7. |
1460 Days
04:21
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And if you’re waiting for a friend to come and
lead you on and onward to a sheltered sky
the pieces falling down
seem to obscure the circling clouds that
blindly threaten rain and once again you run the empty hours into the ground
To take the memory back remember faces
from your lonely past and how it hurt to find
your heart would always break...
I will hold my breath ‘till I can bring you home....my promise to the moon
I will count the hours ‘till I am sure I know, .you’ll be here with me soon
If patience really was a virtue tell me
what you think you would do
as the witching hour pulls light out of the sky
And would a higher purpose satisfy the
thinking and the words you thought you once
relied on leave you in the rain
The thunderstorm receding
leaves you cold, alone, and freezing
looking for an answer to the question that remains
I will hold my breath ‘till I can bring you home....my promise to the moon
I will count the hours ‘till I am sure I know. .you’ll be here with me soon
So if it seems this story leads you on and
on to cross the riverbed of tarnished
dreams and chances you have known
And please remember what your Vincent once
said, “We must sometimes walk amongst
our enemies unarmed and stand alone.”
I will hold my breath ‘till I can bring you home....my promise to the moon
I will count the hours ‘till I am sure I know. .you’ll be here with me soon
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8. |
Sagittarius
04:32
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Partial eclipse of lonely spirits leak into the dawn
and play decay to mark the choirboy onto the lawn
As Sagittarius says mass among the empty bells
Bring to the still morning the hollow ring to wake us all
To see the melody & hear the rainbow blue & gold
But have we grown too old our eyes amassing natures call
as empty promises that run us to the burning warning wall
A brightly coloured box — a paradox machine prevails
Over the shy & slightly coloured sky amidst our tale
We are the lake and fallen
trees that reach into the sky
And we can see a far & distant
world of melting ice
So as the ages fall and pass before my ancient eye
to count the never ending hours ‘till the minutes cry
And see the mirrors run their final course and die...
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9. |
Middle
03:37
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in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self
"somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can't imagine real flowers for if I
could,they would somehow
not Be real"
(so he smiles
smiling)"but I will not
everywhere be real to
you in a moment"
The is blond
with small hands
"& everything is easier
than I had guessed everything would
be;even remembering the way who
looked at whom first,anyhow dancing"
(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)
Words: ee cummings - 1931
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10. |
Who is Most Afraid?
07:44
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who’s most afraid of death?thou
art of him
utterly afraid,i love of thee
(beloved)this
and truly i would be
near when his scythe takes crisply the whim
of thy smoothness. and mark the fainting
murdered petals. with caving stem.
But of all most would i be one of them
round the hurt heart which do so frailly cling….)
i who am but imperfect in my fear
Or with thy mind against my mind,to hear
nearing our hearts’ irrevocable play—
through the mysterious high futile day
an enormous stride
(and drawing thy mouth toward
my mouth,steer our lost bodies carefully downward.
Words: ee cummings - 1922
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Mutiny in Jonestown Washington
Influenced by classic 70's progressive rock bands like King Crimson, Van Der Graaf Generator & Genesis - along with late
60's psychedelia from The Beatles, Procol Harum & Pink Floyd (with a little 70's Black Sabbath thrown in for good measure), Mutiny in Jonestown has always sought to take these influences and synthesize them into something new.
The band has released 42 albums since 1987.
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