Theatre Of Tragedy

Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a faade;
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me?
A menad, yet the sweetest colleen -
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mlee;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.

Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou the peerless phoenix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.

He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return -
She hath no life but the one he for her wrought;
Proffer'd to her his wauking heart - she turn'd it down,
Ripostéd with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn.

Prophetess or fond?,
Tho' her parle of truth:
«I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!»,
Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane -
Sëer of the future, not of twain,
«Sicker!», quoth Cassandra.

Still, is she lief and quaint in his eyne, a sight divine? -
A mistress fuell´d by his prest haughtiness -
If he did grant, wherefore then did he not foresee,
Belike egal as it to him might be?!

Prophetess or fond?,
Tho' her parle of truth:
«I ken to-morrow - refell me if ye can!»,
Yet the kiss and breath - Apollo's bane -
Sëer of the future, not of twain,
«Sicker!», quoth Cassandra.

'Or was he an æriéd being,
'Or was he weening - alack nay mo;
Her naysay' raught his heart,
Her daffing was the grave of all hope -
She beliéd her own words,
He thought her life, save moreo'er scourge,
She held him august, yet wee;
He left her ne'er without his heart

"Meine Augen sind so dunkel, -- "Gleichwohl hast Du Deine Augenversteckt
Auch sind die Visionen schwarz, -- Lichtschein hinter derDunkelheit;
Schwarz wie die Nacht; -- Ein Licht das mir gezeigt hat,
Der Dämmerzustand des Menschen - -- Daß Du von Angst erfülltbist.
Ist meine Zeit des Daseins." -- Erzähle mir bitte
-- Warum Du diese Angst in Dir trägst!"

"Ich bin so alleine;
Einsamkeit in Ewigkeit -
Gedanken nur für mich,
Mit dem Schatten flüstere ich -
Mit dem Schatten tanze ich -
Einsam wandere ich,
Das Blut begehre ich: Totentanz."

"Den tödlichen Kuß zu empfangen; -- "Tanze nicht mehr mit demSchatten,
Folge der Finsternis in das Nichts! - -- Tanze bitte nicht überdas Grab;
Süßer Nektar auf Deinen Lippen; -- Tanze mit mir den WalzerLuzifers.
Ein Rinnsal blutfeuchtes Leben, -- Ich sehne mich Deine Braut zusein
Ich lecke die Liebe aus Deinem Gesicht, -- - Um zu Finsternis zuwerden."
Ich lecke den Haß aus Deinem Gesicht."

"Ein so berauschendes Gefühl: -- "Für immer und unendlich:
Meine bittere Existenz zu schmecken!" -- Ein Seelsorger Deinerbin ich."

-- "Laß mich Deinen Kuß begrüßen;
-- Den selbstzerstörerischen Kuß..."

"Gebe Dich mir hin!
Ich war von Trauer erfüllt,
Ich war so untröstlich -- "... Bis ich sterbe, umarme mich,
Doch Du hast die Liebe entfacht..." -- Und ich werde wiederauferstehen...
-- Ich liebe Dich..."

Hist! - The sonorous orchestral ambience and the arabesque-stanc'd ballerina,
Her wee feel in an alacritic maelstrom-twirl,
And the dust-hurl with her tears blendeth - Egad! this quagmire;
Pasteth her unaptly apt feet to the stage;
Like the wither'd rose of the luciferous Eden
By the mummer'd masquerader espied vigilly and mockingly,
His behesting visage, tho' ruddily mummmer'd 'tis -
Embower'd and eddying oft and eft gloam by gloam,
Her sweetness ne'er cloy - further! further! -
His scratching and dallying hollow-heart??eyes
Her breasts and vestal heart caress,
And like the dove and bird of prey leapeth she aerily,
Whileas the orchestra playeth on travailingly;
His one and sole swath
With the pizzicato'd ensemble blendeth -
And her umbral foetal scream -
As the song climaxeth
And slowly dieth
Away...

Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a faade;
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me?
A menad, yet the sweetest colleen -
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mlee;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.

Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou the peerless phoenix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.

Car-crash and an elevator
Make you someone else
Never try yourself
Restore you
Bop 'till you're fagged out
Tick-tock clock and teddy boys

Open windows shout
Walk these streets
She wore me, she wore you

She's concrete
Reverie
Knick-knack, flashy bric-a-brac
All is free
She saw you


Windscreen eyes are black and blue
Seesaw heartbeat, she is back
They want to see you
The Fleet Street scooter-boys are due
You're vogue and hip and on a rendezvous

Adore you
She's concrete
Walk these streets
Reverie
All is free

Here we are
One more time today
We stand in line
There is no sense
The cigarette in hand
It's all gone bad
No name, privilege, no hope and fame
We've seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future

We were waiting for something
We were listening to the heartbeats
It could take us




It could take our names; it's the same as no hope and fame
And it seems like a mirror of our future
We've seen it all before
It seems we're out of class

This is no age for us
We are fragile

Like statues made of sand
We've seen it all before
And it seems like a mirror of our future

> Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I've learned to know the taste of concrete
Why don't you follow me?
Street brash - time flies, tick-tock
Eyes flash - feels like electroshock
I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
I know this marks the end of my hey-day
Why don't you follow me?

You act a pansy, pushover
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover
Do live your fancy, go lower

The call is mine
I'm gonna get you up
The call is mine
I'm gonna get on top

On the skew, you're dancing all over
In a blue suit, orange pullover
You are the anti-fashion statement
I'm gonna get on top

You look like my old dog Rover
I'm gonna get you up
The call is mine


Spit teeth - I can hear you

Head crash - I can't see you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I've learned to know the taste of concrete

Why don't you follow me?

I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
Eyes flash - feels like electroshock
Street brash - time flies, tick-tock
I know this marks the end of my hey-day
Why don't you follow me

to moon6pence from shootingstar



Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria
De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere.

Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend -
Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send;
As a disciple of a villain
Didst thou act the tragedienne.

Iam amore virginali totus ardeo.
Amor volat undique, captus est libidine.

Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend -
Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send;
As a disciple of a villain
Didst thou act the tragedienne.

Iam amore virginali totus ardeo.
Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria
De tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere.
Tui lucent oculi sicut solis radij,
Sicut splendor fulguris, qui lucem donat tenebris.