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| 2. |
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These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
Not exactly the boy next door He'll tell you tales of horror Then he'll play with your mind If you haven't heard of him You must be deaf or blind These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door He'll tell you about Usher Whose house burned in his mind His love for his dear sister Her death would drive him wild The murder of a stranger The murder of a friend The callings from the pits of hell That never seem to end These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door The diabolic image of the city and the sea The chaos and the carnage that reside deep within me Decapitations, poisonings, hellish not a bore You won't need 3D glasses to pass beyond this door Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door No Nosferatu Vincent Price or naked women here A mind unfurled, a mind unbent is all we have here Truth, fried orangutans flutter to the stage Leave your expectations home And listen to the stories of Edgar Allan Poe We give you the soliloquy the raven at the door Flaming pits the moving walls no equilibrium No ballast, no bombast The unvarnished truth we've got Mind swoons guilty Cooking ravings in a pot Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door Edgar Allan Poe Not exactly the boy next door Tell-tale heart a rotting cask A valley of unrest A conqueror worm devouring souls Keep the best for last Rings for Annie Lee As Poe's buried alive Regretting his beloved's death in All her many guises-a |
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| 3. |
| 2:08 |
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Caught in the crossbow of ideas and journeys
sit here reliving the other self's mournings Caught in the crossbow of ideas and dawnings stand I Oh oh oh oh Reliving the past of the maddening impulse violent upheaval, the pure driven instinct The pure driven murder, the attraction of daring stand I Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call on me Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call [Rowena:] A wild being from birth my spirit spurns control wondering the wide earth searching for my soul Dimly peering I would surely find what could there be more purely bright in truth's day-star Ooohhh Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call, call on me Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call on me Why didn't you call on me why didn't you call. |
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Far away far away Are not all lovely things far away As far at least lies that valley as the bedridden sun in the luminous east The paralyzed mountains, the sickly river Are not all things lovely far away Are not all things lovely far away It is a valley where time is not interrupted Where its history shall not be interpreted Stories of satan's dart of angel wings Unhappy things Within the valley of unrest The sun ray dripped all red The dell was silent All the people having gone to war Leaving no interrogator to mind the willful looting the pale past knowledge The sly mysterious stars The unguarded flowers leaning The tulips overhead paler The terror stricken sky Rolling like a waterfall over the horizon's fiery wall A visage full of meaning How the unhappy shall confess As Roderick watches like a human eye While violets and lilies wave Like banners in the sky Hovering over and above a grave As dew drops on the freshly planted eternal dew Coming down in gems There's no use to pretend Though gorgeous clouds fly Roderick, like the human eye has closed forever Far away far away Roderick, whatever thy image may be Roderick, no magic shall sever the music from thee Thou hast bound many eyes in a dreamy sleep Oh tortured day The strains still arrive I hear the bells I have kept my vigilance Rain dancing in the rhythm of a shower Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating To not hear the beating heart But only tears of perfect moan Only tears of perfect moan |
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| 5. |
| 4:59 |
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| 6. |
| 2:18 |
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The only thing constantly changing is change
and change is always for the worse The worm on the hook always eaten by a fish the fish by bird man or worse A spot on the lung, a spot on your heart an aneurism of the soul The only thing constantly changing is change and it comes equipped with a curse The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse The only thing constantly changing is change the living only become dead Your hair falling out, your liver swelled up your teeth rot your gums and your chin Your ass starts to sag, your balls shrivel up your cock swallowed up in their sack The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always change on your back The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse, baby The only thing constantly changing is change ashes to ashes to dusk The deer and the rabbit, the musk of your hole filled up with myriad dread, ooohhh The dread of the living, the dread of the living the frightening pulse of the night, ah The only thing constantly changing is change it's changes that will kill us with fright The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse The only thing constantly changing is change and it's always for the worse The only thing constantly changing is change the only thing constantly changing is change The only thing constantly changing is change and it comes equipped with my curse |
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| 3:32 |
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This is the place where she lay her head
When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly at night And this is the place where she cut her wrists That odd and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling This is the place where we used to live I paid for it with love and blood And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf Filled with her poetry and stuff And this is the room where she took the razor And cut her wrists that strange and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling I never would have started if I'd known That it's end this way But funny thing, I'm not at all sad That it stopped this way This is the place where she lay her head When she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived Candles lit the room brightly at night And this is the place where she cut her wrists That odd and fateful night And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling |
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| 8. |
| 3:28 |
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Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park And then later When it gets dark we go home Just a perfect day Feed animals in the zoo then later I move to and Then home Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just a perfect day Problems all left alone Weekenders on our own It's such fun Just a perfect day You made me forget myself I thought I was someone else Someone good Oh it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow |
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| 9. |
| 6:30 |
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Once upon a midnight dreary
as I pondered, weak and weary over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore while I nodded, nearly napping suddenly there came a tapping as of some one gently rapping rapping at my chamber door "'Tis some visitor," I muttered "tapping at my chamber door only this and nothing more." Muttering I got up weakly always I've had trouble sleeping stumbling upright my mind racing furtive thoughts flowing once more I, there hoping for some sunrise happiness would be a surprise loneliness no longer a prize rapping at my chamber door seeking out the clever bore lost in dreams forever more only this and nothing more Hovering my pulse was racing stale tobacco my lips tasting scotch sitting upon my basin remnants of the night before came again infernal tapping on the door in my mind jabbing is it in or outside rapping calling out to me once more the fit and fury of Lenore nameless here forever more And the silken sad uncertain rustling of the purple curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before so that now, oh wind, stood breathing hoping yet to calm my breathing "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door some lost visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door this it is, and nothing more." Deep into the darkness peering long I stood there wondering fearing doubting dreaming fantasies no mortal dared to dream before but the silence was unbroken and the stillness gave no token and the only word there spoken was the whispered name, "Lenore." this I thought and out loud whispered from my lips the foul name festered echoing itself merely this, and nothing more Back into my chamber turning every nerve within me burning when once again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before |
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| 10. |
| 1:01 |
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I'm a little balloon and I get puffed up
squeeze me and bend me it's never enough Put your lips around me, blow me up but if you prick me I will pop I'm a little balloon full and firm here is my aft and here is my stern Here's my lips and here's my hose put me down or I will burst If you prick me I will burst |
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| 11. |
| 3:12 |
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Like to thank all you people for showing up tonight
Sorry about the weather Let's have a big hand for my long time accompianist Manfred Gooseberry Hey Goose Take a bow, relax Be comfortable Have a cocktail on the Poo Poo Lounge And let us entertain you I'd like to sing you a Broadway song I hope that you'll all sing along A little dancing and some sentiment to put your mind at ease I'd like to play you something low and sexy look at our dancers they're so young and pretty, hi Olga And when we start to groove you can hear the saxophones blow Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you And let the saxophones blow blow baby blow I'd like to sing you a Broadway song I hope that you'll all sing along A little dancing and some sentiment to put your mind at ease I wanna bring a tear to your eye, oh good old Poe don't he make you cry Ain't it great the way he writes about the mysteries of life Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you And let the saxophones blow Blow baby blow Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you And let the saxophones blow blow baby blow baby blow baby blow Go Goose go |
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| 12. |
| 3:26 |
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Who's that peeping through my door
sneaking up and down the hall I can't stand it anymore I can't stand it anymore Who's that peeping through my door sneaking up and down the hall I can't stand it anymore I can't stand it anymore Blind rage I'm in a blind rage Blind rage blind rage Blind rage Who's that creeping in my room blocking out the stars and moon I fear you will attack me soon who goes there Who's that creeping in my room blocking out the stars and moon I fear you will attack me soon who goes there Blind rage blind rage Blind rage blind rage I'm in a blind rage Blind rage you're making me scared blind rage make me scared Blind rage Blind rage blind rage Blind rage Blind rage blind rage |
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| 3:22 |
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Fly through the glass of a window pane
fall through the sky feeling the rain Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart Look through the bars of a dirty jail cell soar to heaven dive to hell Listen to your tell-tale heart Setting fires in the ghost twilight we see you dress we bolt with fright You see an apparition disappear Jump to the table, jump up the stairs stand on the rooftop, looking out through the air Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart Lenore, am I dreaming How can death keep us apart, mmmm.. Lenore, I see you burning And I'd walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart Heart heart Heart heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart your tell-tale heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart Walk on burning embers walk on burning embers Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart |
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| 14. |
| 5:23 |
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It must be nice to disappear
to have a vanishing act to always be looking forward and never looking back How nice it is to disappear float into a mist with a young lady on your arm looking for a kiss It might be nice to disappear to have a vanishing act to always be looking forward never look over your back It must be nice to disappear float into a mist with a young lady on your arm looking for a kiss It must be nice to disappear to have a vanishing act to always be moving forward and never looking back How nice it is to disappear float into a mist with a young lady on your arm looking for a kiss Looking for a kiss float into a mist |
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| 15. |
| 4:55 |
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[Shadow 1:]
Guilty [Shadow 2:] Guilty [Shadow 1:] I'm paralyzed with guilt It runs through me like rain through silk Guilty My mind won't leave me alone My teeth are rotted My lips start to foam Cause I'm so guilty [Shadow 2:] Guilty Guilty [Shadow 1:] Oh guilty What did I say What did I do Did I ever do it to you Don't turn your back I can't look you in the eye eye eye eye [Shadow 2:] Eye eye eye [Shadow 1:] I guess I am guilty as charged [Shadow 2:] Guilty, guilty, guilty Guilty, guilty, guilty Guilty, guilty, guilty [Shadow 1:] Don't do that [Shadow 2:] Don't do what [Shadow 1:] Don't do that Oh you're such a child Guilty What can I do I do it to you But I do it to me too Cut off my head Hang me from the yardarm Guilty I'm paralyzed with guilt I've got bad thoughts I've got an evil clit [Shadow 2:] Guilty [Shadow 1:] My mind won't leave me alone I've got a bad mind I've got a bad bone [Shadow 2:] Guilty Guilty as charged Guilty [Shadow 1:] Don't do that [Shadow 2:] Don't do what [Shadow 1:] Don't do that Oh you're such a reckless child Do you remember when you were a baby Do you have a jury [Shadow 2:] Yeah [Shadow 1:] Do you have a verdict [Shadow 2:] Guilty as charged Guilty Guilty Guilty as charged [Shadow 1:] Do you have a verdict Do you have a verdict-aca |
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| 6:58 |
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| 17. |
| 1:36 |
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In the science of the mind
there is no forgiving Paralyzed I lay here sleeping quiet as a little child Heart starts beating, blood rushing pounding moving quiet as a little lamb In the science of the mind limbs are bound devoid of movement The injuries we do in kind are visited upon us often In the science of the mind trying hard to move a shadow Don't bury me I'm still alive the science of the mind unyielding The science of the mind unyielding the science of the mind unyielding |
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| 1:46 |
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In the science of the mind
there is no forgiving Paralyzed I lay here sleeping quiet as a little child Heart starts beating, blood rushing pounding moving quiet as a little lamb In the science of the mind limbs are bound devoid of movement The injuries we do in kind are visited upon us often In the science of the mind trying hard to move a shadow Don't bury me I'm still alive the science of the mind unyielding The science of the mind unyielding the science of the mind unyielding |
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| 2:19 |
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My love The king by any other name a pissoir You, my love tower over them all they are but vermin beneath your heels They are monkeys Suit them, frame them to your own vision but do not let one false word of mockery seep through to your vast heart I have seen you from close and afar and your worth far exceeds your height, your width the depth of your sorrow Oh willful outcast doth thou not see the light of our love our linked fortunes our hearts melded together into one fine golden braided finery They listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselves with the sordid Miseries of their businesses They are not the things of angels nor of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire to Your loathsome vomitous businessman king is of the lowest order his advisors crumbling mockeries of education driven by avarice My love dress them in the suits of mockery and in their advanced state of stupidity and senility burn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compost which they so much deserve If justice on this earth be fleeting let us for once hear the weeping and the braying of the businessman king Let them be the the orangutans they are and set them blazing from the chandelier for all to see hanging from the ceiling by their ridiculous chains and petticoats which you will have them wear under the guise of costumic buffoonery He who underestimates in time is bound to find the truth sublime and hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorder Businessmen you're not worth shitting on |
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| 4:31 |
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Sometimes I wonder who am I
The world seeming to pass me by A younger man now getting old I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold I hold a mirror to my face There are some lines that I could trace To memories of loving you A passion that breaks reason in two I - I - I have to think and I have to think and stop me now If reminices make you frown One thinks of what one hoped to be And then faces reality I wonder who started all this Was God in love and gave a kiss To someone who later betrayed And God less love sent us away? Sometimes I wonder who am I Who made the trees - who made the sky Who made the storms who made heartbreak? I wonder how much life I can take I see at last a future self Were you alive I'd ask your help But thinking puts me in a daze And thinking never helped me anyway You always were so negative You never saw the positive You always stand upon the edge And dream of what it must be to be dead I know I like to dream a lot And think of other worlds that are not I hate that I need air to breathe I'd like to leave this body - and be free You'd like to float like a mystic child You'd like to kiss an angel on the brow You'd love to solve the mistery of live By cutting someone's throat or removing their heart You'd like to see it beat You'd like to hold your eyes And though you know I'm dead You'd like to hold my thighs If it's wrong to think on this To hold the dead past to hold the dead past in your fist Why were we why were we given memories? Let's lose our minds Be set free! Sometimes I wonder who am I The world seeming to pass me by A younger man now getting old I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold I wonder I wonder who started all this - ooh Was God in love and gave a kiss To someone who later betrayed And God less love sent us away To someone who later betrayed God less love sent us away To someone who later betrayed God less love sent us away... |
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| 6:51 |
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Sometimes I wonder who am I
The world seeming to pass me by A younger man now getting old I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold I hold a mirror to my face There are some lines that I could trace To memories of loving you A passion that breaks reason in two I - I - I have to think and I have to think and stop me now If reminices make you frown One thinks of what one hoped to be And then faces reality I wonder who started all this Was God in love and gave a kiss To someone who later betrayed And God less love sent us away? Sometimes I wonder who am I Who made the trees - who made the sky Who made the storms who made heartbreak? I wonder how much life I can take I see at last a future self Were you alive I'd ask your help But thinking puts me in a daze And thinking never helped me anyway You always were so negative You never saw the positive You always stand upon the edge And dream of what it must be to be dead I know I like to dream a lot And think of other worlds that are not I hate that I need air to breathe I'd like to leave this body - and be free You'd like to float like a mystic child You'd like to kiss an angel on the brow You'd love to solve the mistery of live By cutting someone's throat or removing their heart You'd like to see it beat You'd like to hold your eyes And though you know I'm dead You'd like to hold my thighs If it's wrong to think on this To hold the dead past to hold the dead past in your fist Why were we why were we given memories? Let's lose our minds Be set free! Sometimes I wonder who am I The world seeming to pass me by A younger man now getting old I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold I wonder I wonder who started all this - ooh Was God in love and gave a kiss To someone who later betrayed And God less love sent us away To someone who later betrayed God less love sent us away To someone who later betrayed God less love sent us away... |
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