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The Lamia

[Rael touches his face to confirm that he is still alive. He writes death off as an illusion, but notices a thick musky scent hanging in the air. He moves to the corner where the scent is stronger, discovering a crack in the rubble through which it is entering. He tries to shift the stones and eventually clears a hole large enough to crawl out of. The perfume is even stronger on the other side and he sets off to find its source, with a new-found energy.]

The scent grows richer; he knows he must be near.
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes change from familiar fragrance to flavours strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.

[He finally reaches a very ornate pink-water pool. It!
He finally reaches a very ornate pink-water pool; it is lavishly decorated with gold fittings.
The walls around the pool are covered with a maroon velvet up which honeysuckle is growing. From out of the mist on the water comes a series of ripples.]

Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed.
Thinking he is quite alone, he enters the room as if it were his own
But ripples on the sweet pink water reveal some company unthought of.

Rael stands astonished doubting his sight, struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face, the smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall, but there is no sign of warning in the siren's call: "Rael, welcome! We are the Lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool.

[Three snake-like creatures are swimming towards Rael. Each reptilian creature has the diminutive head and breasts of a beautiful woman. His horror gives way to infatuation as their soft green eyes show their welcome.
The Lamia invite him to taste the sweet water and he is quick to enter the pool.
As soon as he swallows some liquid, a pale-blue luminescence drips off from his skin. The Lamia lick the liquid; very gently as they begin, with each new touch, he feels the need to give more and more.]

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind.
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
With their tongues, they test-taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses that glide up and down my spine.

[They knead his flesh until his bones appear to melt, and at a point at which he feels he cannot go beyond, they nibble at his body. Taking in the first drops of his blood, their eyes blacken and their bodies are shaken. Distraught with helpless passion, he watches as his lovers die. In a desperate attempt to bring what is left of them into his being, he takes and eats their bodies, and struggles to leave his lovers' nest.]

As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain.
With the first drop of my blood in their veins, their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, We all have loved you, Rael."

Each empty snake-like body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room;
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom,
Looking for motion I know I will not find.
I stroke the curls now turning pale in which I'd lain entwined.

"O' Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food;
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.

Looking behind me, the water turns icy-blue
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.

 

The Light Dies Down on Broadway

He follows a small path running along the top, and watches the tube bobbing up and down in the water as the fast current carries it away. However, as he walks around a corner Rael sees a sky-light above him, apparently built into the bank. Through it he can see the green grass of home, well not exactly; he can see Broadway.

As he walks along the gorge's edge,
He meets a sense of yesteryear.
A window in the bank above his head
Reveals his home amidst the streets.

Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint
The smell of acid on his gun of paint.
As it carves out anger in a blood-red band,
Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand;
- My home.
Is this the way out from the endless scene?
Or just an entrance to another dream?
And the light dies down on Broadway.

His heart, now a little bristly, is shaken by a surge of joy and he starts to run, arms wide open, to the way out. At this precise point in time his ears pick up a voice screaming for help. Someone is struggling in the rapids below. It's John.

But as the skylight beckons him to leave,
He hears a scream from far below.
Within the raging water, writhes the form
Of brother John, he cries for help.

He pauses for a moment remembering how his brother had abandoned him. Then the window begins to fade - it's time for action.

The gate is fading now, but open wide.
But John is drowning, I must decide
Between the freedom I had in the rat-race,
Or to stay forever in this forsaken place;
Hey John!
He makes for the river and the gate is gone,
Back to the void where it came from.
And the light dies down on Broadway.

 

The Magic of Time

The magic of time that surrounded the world
In the mist and the cloud of new life
The seas had been filled
And the air made clean
Awaiting the change on the ground

Sunlight at daytime; and the dew came at night
And the rain fell to dampen the earth
And the rain filled the rivers
And the rivers the lakes
And life on the ground did emerge

Earth is covered by moss and flowers
Trees are clothed in green
The silent sun has fashioned the world
A stage for man to come

The magic of time that surrounded the world
In the mist and the cloud of new life
The seas had been filled
And the air made clean
Awaiting the change on the ground

 

The Musical Box

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

But the clock, tick-tock,
On the mantlepiece -
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch,
The wall

She's a lady, she's got time,
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she is mine.
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say.
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Why don't you touch me, touch me,
Touch me now, now, now, now, now...

 

The Mystery of the Flannan Isle Lighthouse

Flannan Isle is in the South on the Point of Kedgeree
Forty seven miles from land
In the roughest part of the sea
On the finest day and the sea was black
And they say that no one has ever come back
From there

They say that wicked spirits haunt the lighthouse
In the night
Fears close to many men who've tried to start the
Warning light
Waves are hurled against the earthly rocks
Spray is changed at once to a wall of ice
Tern who wants to rest its tired limbs
And is turned to a flurry of snow

The island's rocks have many caves that
Smell of dying flesh
They lure the strangers to their maze
Of never ending length
The empty cave is filled with sound
A man is lying in the ground below

For me; you're the one I love
Each month a boat is sucked to perish by
The rocky isle
Each tide is full recovered from the wreckage
There
Boats that sail too near to Flannan feel the weather
Change and they turn away
If they dare to look behind them
Screams of disappointment fill the air

 

The Raven

He places the number into a tube,
A yellow plastic "shoobedoobe".
It says: "Though your fingers may tickle
You'll be safe in our pickle."
Suddenly, black cloud comes down from the sky.
It's a supersize black bird that sure can fly.

The raven brings on darkness and night
He flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright.
He takes the tube right out of my hands
Man, I've got to find out where that black bird lands.

"Look here John, I've got to run
I need you now, you going to come?"
He says to me.

John:

"Now can't you see
Where the raven flies there's jeopardy.

We've been cured on the couch
Now you're sick with your grouch.
I'll not risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch will wear slung very low."

Rael:

He walks away and leaves me once again.
Even though I never learn,
I'd hoped he'd show just some concern.

I'm in agony of Slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain.
The chase is on, the pace is hot
But I'm running so very hard with everything I've got.
He leads me down an underpass
Though it narrows, he still flies very fast,
When the tunnel stops
I catch sight of the tube, just as it drops.
I'm on top of a bank, to steep to climb,
I see it hit the water, just in time,
to watch it float away

 

The Return of the Giant Hogweed

Turn and run!
Nothing can stop them,
Around every river and canal their power is growing.
Stamp them out!
We must destroy them,
They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning odour.

They are invincible,
They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering.

Long ago in the Russian hills,
A Victorian explorer found the regal Hogweed by a marsh,
He captured it and brought it home.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
He came home to London,
And made a present of the Hogweed to the Royal Gardens at Kew.

Waste no time!
They are approaching.
Hurry now, we must protect ourselves and find some shelter
Strike by night!
They are defenceless.
They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom.

Still they're invincible,
Still they're immune to all our herbicidal battering.

Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild gardens,
In which they innocently planted the Giant Hogweed throughout the land.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
Soon they escaped, spreading their seed,
Preparing for an onslaught, threatening the human race.

The Dance Of The Giant Hogweed

Mighty Hogweed is avenged.
Human bodies soon will know our anger.
Kill them with your Hogweed hairs
HERACLEUM MANTEGAZZIANI

Giant Hogweed lives

- ADVANCE -

 

The Serpent

Dark night, planets are set
Creator prepares for the dawn of man
You're waking up, the day of incarnation
Said you're waking up to life

Images he made to love
Images of gods in flesh
Man is wonderful, very wonderful
Look at him
Beware the future

Here is my world and it's waiting for me
Paradise before my eyes
I am alive in a new born world
This heaven will always be mine
I'm waking up, the day of man has come
I'm waking up, the day of man has come

And god created man from dust
With a soul inside his mould
And god created womankind
The vessel of satan's hold

Creator made the serpent wise
Evil in his tempting eyes
Man is wonderful, very wonderful
Look at him
Beware the future

Here is my world and it's waiting for me
Paradise before my eyes
I am alive in a new born world
This heaven will always be mine
I'm waking up, the day of man has come
I'm waking up, the day of man has come

Dark night, planets are set
Creator prepares for the dawn of man
You're waking up, the day of incarnation
Said you're waking up to life

Here I stand a child in a lonely world, oh no
Watch the serpent tempting me to evil
The guiding hand will help me on
Guiding hand will help me on
The guiding hand will help me on
Guiding hand will help me on

 

The Shepherd

Rise up! Take your lyre and sing
Listen! To the news I bring

Frosty breath on the window
See a friend in the snow that gently falls
Feel the truth in those sad eyes
See the smile that's so rare
Just like the love
She waits for...

And she plays a game of her own
As she sleeps within the firelight
For her dreams are incredibly wild
But they're lost and gone forever, with the dawn

Fair and friend of the fleece spoke
Warrior bold, shepherd wise, fair prince of peace
Someone waits in the doorway
On a white horse he comes and holds out the hand
She waits for...

So they ride through a valley of mist
To a castle in the heavens
Where he lays her down to rest
But he's lost and gone forever, with the dawn

See her writhe in her dream, then...

Mermaids sing in the sunset
Sadly asking if beauty ever walks free
But Queen Frost only whispers
Maidens you will remain, to be free

See her writhe in her dreams...

Lord of the seven sons!
Keeper of the keys of time!
(Hear me)

 

There Must Be Some Other Way

You're no longer part of my life
I must remind myself again
Too much has happened to us to cause eachother pain
It's over now, there's too much guilt to share
Once there would have been a time for talking and learning

There must be some other way
To get where we have to go
There must be some other way
Please show me another way
Once it would have been so easy, to do what we have to do
There must be some other way
Please show me another way

Are we no more than parts in a play
Letting other people, strangers say our lines?
To think it should come to this, after all these years
What was mine and what should stay behind
Once there would have been a time of sharing, of caring

There must be some other way
To get where we have to go
There must be some other way
Please show me another way
Once it would have been so easy to do what we have to do (there must be some other way)
There must be some other way
Please show me, show me another way...

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There's nothing much left to say
We have said it once and said it all again
This time we have gone too far, it could never be the same
It's time to carry on create new lives
Once we promised we would stay together forever

There must be some other way
To get where we have to go (there must be some other way)
There must be some other way
Please show me another way
Once it would have been so easy to do what we have to do (what we have to do)
You know there must be some other way
Please show me another way
You know there must be another way
Please show me, show me another way (there must be some other way)
You know there must be some other way...

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