Experimental stage. From perverted science. Leads unto the throne of man. Primal killing rage. . Costly decadence. From objective science. Cause to tip from equipoise.
The sword holds memories. The clash of armored men. Lands which bred bravery. Strange ways to entice them. . Arsenal of glory. Unconquered soldiery. .
your delight. baby come and do all the things ya wishin' to me. for all time. we gon' fill it up, your cup never be empty. . as you wish. how i love it when you doin' what you want to me.
(w. graber). . Unlock the door. Up the stairs to see. And light shines through. A window near the peak. Here's the khouri. Here's a man. And someone cries.
(w graber). They borrow words for thoughts and steal what they feel from fools who choose to feel. For every black and white for every ash to ash shades of grey will clash.
(music arcwelder/words w. graber & s. macdonald). And hey this is something different - and then again. Now down 'til I can't remember - was it here or there.
(w graber). So stay to myself and how's this door been opened. And all these superstitions won't help now. And now is the time 'cause now I've been forgotten (it's the sadness of the year).
(s. macdonald). Life will have to go on. With or without you here. I've known it all along. And now it all seems clear. . All my want for plans. You don't understand.
(w. graber). . Came for the green slop pie - all mixed together. It's that i... nobody's got one yet. You see I was mark merrill. And he was just another who dragged it out far to long to believe.
(s macdonald). History repeats itself ad infinitum. If the plans come off the shelf he hopes he was invited. And the world's hard on the kid. For something he never did.
(music: arcwelder lyrics: w.graber/s.macdonald). (scott's part - there is a completely unrelated bill's part as well). The thing that gets me down. On the second time around.
Poem by Edgar Allan Poe. . From childhood's hour I have not been. As others were - I have not seen. As others saw - I could not bring. My passions from a common spring.
I have everywhere sought,. and nowhere found. So I lift the bleedin' bodkin. And trust the grief deepest in. . The gleaming bodies of the infinite skies.
This dead orchestra. play on instruments. strung with the fibres. of my mind. . And skeletons dance. they have no voice. and no complaint. . But I am still flesh.
arienne. i realise something's not in your favour. arienne. i'll catch you when you fall. . you turn to the world. the world turns grey. all alone. on your own.
april was spent wasting my time. april was spent baiting the line. a weekend with my fingers frozen. and that's when i finally touched you. . don't lay your judgement on me.
et sprang skogher ginom ut ir emarker. op til brghen fara. trulen em star bak um stenen myrke. vir sear em danse. dimba ltter snoa s tredh kle fotr. ener dans um kring sten.
bra af myrks kruna. koma fran n blar trona. um natin han vaka. e skin af hans ghun. hans stank af forskrmilse. um natin han ghna. fran n krypta af mards lifane gravar hrs e.