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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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2. |
I Can't Stop It
08:05
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Summer’s comin’ I can’t stop it
Locked in like a Soviet rocket
nearing blade a searing day the shade of red
Digging heels to the grounded
Working wheels ‘till they found it
What if I laughed into your angry face instead
Face of faces grace of places
running to the angry aces
I can find no empty place to hang my head
Sunset like an orange fire
Set the stage a funeral pyre
and we just smile and play along with yesterday
Carlos Castaneda told me
Windmills may not make you crazy
but then he never was a Don Juan ladies man
I’m just trying to watch my back
anticipate the alien attack
I’m food for Martians, I am hooked on phonics
April is the spring — May is in between — June I can’t believe is gone!
I’m willing to be the same fear
if you’re filling in for the Savior
Tell everyone why you left them
without having to formally admit your past
If good is to triumph evil
it must be especially careful
Confronted with greed or honor
do you realize what they offer?
Can sunlight diffuse the ice age
while keeping the long commitment to the West?
You sound like a rainbow picture
the essence of what lived once here
At times you may sound convincing
or maybe it really is a shadow dance?
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3. |
Samhain
05:32
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I cross my genuflecting arms and eyes — paralysis too far
To call too many night bred child demons
Childhood dreams may fall
And land in hate collections — rage confection irony for all
To sup and dine on as the youth transgression glorifies their fall
And once again the circled stones of Salisbury call barbarians forth
To sacrifice a blood lust fear incision superstition born
A dance, a spear, a song, a death, a harvest
Brought us to confess
That we shall stand in power as the worst must suffer as the rest
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4. |
Ghost Ship
06:43
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It was late July at the cape of souls
when the sea grew rough and the weather cold
She first appeared as a strange red light
then a ship aglow in the midst of night
And the captain climbed on the deck to see
what the crew described as the devils seed...
Ghost ship on a windswept angry sea
The Flying Dutchman plots a course to bury me and I say
Specter with her company of dead
She rides the four winds of eternity instead
As the colour filled and the outline grew
it appeared her course was to run us through
At 200 yards we could see her crew
dressed in tattered rags — legion of the doomed
As her nameplate cleared through the ocean swirl
we resigned our fate to the underworld...
Ghost ship on a windswept angry sea
The Flying Dutchman plots a course to bury me and I say
Specter with her company of dead
She rides the 4 winds of eternity instead
Ghost ship of the lost and lonely sea
Her captain frozen at the helm no longer mortal being
I saw her as a sea bound funeral pyre
Burning closer on her course of lost eternal fire
“And with everyone sleeping
I’m the only one watching
As I guard o’er the midnight
and I pray for the first light
There upon the horizon
She appears as a vision
in a legend’ry sea curse
there will be no survivors
Of my crew I now question
of my last obligation
Should I wake and alarm them
or show mercy and kill them?”
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My map won't help this morning flight, I move out by instinct hoping I'm right
I wind and roam dead streets and lanes
don't dare to look back if they have gained
Finally I gave in and could not resist, looking to Devil's reef shrouded in mist
For what I saw haunts and attracts me still
The ocean alive and daemon filled
The throng did hunt for my escape, and what I learned of their townscape
So now I run along a route, abandoned railway evading pursuit
But still they gained, I kept my head, planned I did
Jumped in the brambles and there deep I hid
My head was down, made no sound there with my eyes shut tight
The mob was approaching and passed me right by
I had to see aware of the trajedy, fearful of madness
but still I was bold
The hideous swarm of bleating and froglike forms
I silently screamed and fainted out cold
The next day I awoke at noon somehow not insane
I walked the tracks to Arkham took a bus and then a train
The Boston FBI I found receptive to my tale
They later raided Innsmouth took the locals off to jail
Couple years passed without thought of Innsmouth or the look
Then dreams began to haunt my nights, I found a dusty book
of family history photographs and names of those before
Some family treasures of the past and relatives no more
Seems my great-great grandfather was captain Obed Marsh
His wife's repulsive gold tiara now just seemed bizarre
My nightly dreams of watery depths grow stronger day by day
While gazing in my mirror shows the blood I cannot change
I feel a strong regret and fear for actions I have done
But all will be forgiven when to Innsmouth I return
And swim out to that Devil's Reef, and dive the black abyss
to join my deep ones dwelling in eternal ocean bliss...
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6. |
The Festival (Arrival)
07:14
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The Yuletide season was upon New England as I
walked crushing snow ‘neath the heel of my boot
To the ancient city of my ancient people attending festival of ancient roots
As the ocean crashed pounding on the stones separating sea from ancestral lands
I beheld the city only dreamed of lately this modern son embraced Kingsport’s hand
Once a hundred clans knew the ancient ways of the rites that were held once a century
Now the poor and lonely of the dark tradition the last to bear responsibility
To uphold the promise of the first forefather continue teaching in the ancient way
So they sent me East to the misty dawn to attend the festival of Hallow Day
I saw vanes and steeples, willow trees and graves where the stones were set in 1692
And the tree of legend where my kinsmen hung
as convicted witches which I now know was true
I walked toward the city and I listened — all was still — No Christmas season songs were sung, no candled windowsills
I reasoned these were Puritans, I was not too dismayed since logic said instead of song they likely knelt and prayed
I passed the dim—lit farmhouses while walking to the place
that ancient custom led me to — on Green Lane #8
I must admit I thought it strange that in that fallen snow
No footprints I could find or make above it or below
In anxious haste I knocked
Instantly it opened
Deaf and dumb he motioned
The Festival is soon
He pointed to a table, 3 books sat waiting
I chose the first one (with hesitation)
I read the title (The Necronomicon) inviting me to alchemy
I read with horror the incantations
I closed the book and closed their demonstrations
when handed cloak and hood to keep me warm from Winter’s tear
The time of Festival was here!
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7. |
Haunted
04:00
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I once again rewind the dream
to place your long forgotten scream
And if you die before I wake
I’m haunted by one more heartache
To see my eyes you might expect
a star—side night—light fatal wreck
But looks can be deceiving things
like blood the rose thorn sometime brings
Imagine if the world saw
your nighttime vision free for all
A fantasy you can’t explain
You sell your soul to entertain
And what they see upon the screen
or hear on radio in between
Is deadened by the Novocain
you’re sometimes sure you’ve gone insane
Haunted eyes
Haunted friends
Will the haunting ever end?
Haunted skies
Haunted days
Will it ever go away?
“A natural”, proclaimed the fox
a blue moon shadow paradox
is waiting on your final word
I see you see, but have you heard
that what you say may last a day
but dawn has broken anyway
You’re worshipped by the local fools and taken down the whirlpool
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Curse of the Sea
09:29
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Adrift in the Devil's Triangle
Spirits dancing in the sky
Compass spins madly
Ghost of the Cyclops drifting by
I fear fate worse than death
From flesh and blood to bone and teeth
Now we sail Armageddon's way
Harbingers of doom, plague of the sea
Search for souls to take our places
The laughing moon became our faces
Would you die for our embraces?
North of Atlantic November
Empty decks and cargo hold
Crew of 10 - nowhere found
The Mary Celeste, she sails alone
Around the good Cape
Gale force winds shut the sight from our eyes
Tearing our sails, snapping the masts
Flying Dutchman is home at last
Search for souls to take our places
The laughing moon became our faces
Would you die for our embraces?
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9. |
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 - 1919
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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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