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The Dark Is Rising
04:03
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Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long,
Wood from the burning, stone out of song,
Fire from the candle ring, water from the thaw.
These six Signs the Circle at the last Signseeker’s call.
Fire on the mountaintop will find the Harp of Gold,
Played to wake the Sleepers, the oldest of the old.
Power from the Green Witch that’s been lost beneath the sea.
All these things shall find the light, silver on the tree.
When the Dark comes rising, Six shall turn it back.
Three from the Circle, three from the Track.
Wood, bronze, iron, water, fire, stone –
Five will return, and one go alone.
On the Day of the Dead, when the year, too, dies,
Find the youngest in the oldest hills the door where seabirds fly.
There fire will flee the Raven Boy and silver see the wind,
And the Light shall have the Harp of Gold in safety once again.
By the pleasant lake on Cadfan’s Way, the ancient Sleepers lie,
Where the Grey King’s shadows haunt the land, and wicked kestrels cry.
There one great Thing of Power by the Light shall sing and guide,
So the Sleepers might their long sleep end, and for the Light outride.
The Grail is first to lead them, over sea and under stone.
A Seeker soon to follow on a quest begun alone.
Ways of old to guide and guard, Paths to bring and send;
Circles both in Light and Dark from starting until end.
When Light back from the Lost Land’s shores shall in the end return,
Six Sleepers all shall ride again, Six Signs shall brightly burn.
And where midsummer’s tree grows up, all silver, fair, and tall,
Pendragon’s sword against the Dark shall bring Dark’s final fall.
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Man of Red
02:39
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I am of Starfleet and my heart is sick with dread
They issued me my tunic and the color is blood red
Everytime I close my eyes I see an open tomb
They told me to report to the transporter room
I am in trouble... I'm security
I am in trouble... I'm security
We beam down to the planet with our weapons set on stun
I know my tour is over quite before it has begun
The doctor, the first officer, the Captain that makes three
The engineer and Sulu, and the other one is me
I hope I can survive all this but I don't have much hope
The aliens are charging and the Captain's such a dope
He thinks if we charge back it will surprise them and we'll win
I'm crouched here waiting for his signal to begin
I've got a bright idea now if only it will work
If I can be the one behind our crazy Captain Kirk
I'm ready and determined and my phaser's set to kill
I'll get him in the back as we charge down the hill
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Superman Sex Life Boogie
02:33
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4. |
Hellraiser
04:59
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Hellraiser (Outro)
00:19
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Flowers for Algernon
03:54
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If you remember, put some flowers on his grave
He was my little friend for all the comfort that he gave
He never called me dummy, he was always on my side
I was so very sorry when he died
His operation made him smart, he ran the maze so good
But always had some time to be my friend
We used to race and he would win
It always made me mad at him
But he would still be nice even then
And if you remember, put some flowers on his grave
He was my little friend for all the comfort that he gave
He never called me dummy, he was always on my side
I was so very sorry when he died
And when my operation made me smarter he was there
To show me what would happen next to me
It wasn't always in a book
I had to hurt and sometimes look
At sad things that I didn't want to see
And if you remember, put some flowers on his grave
He was my little friend for all the comfort that he gave
He never called me dummy, he was always on my side
I was so very sorry when he died
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7. |
The Hand Of God
05:04
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You stood simply regal, all shadow and ire,
More distance between us than that of the fire.
For difference is wrong and I’m different from you,
And you’ll crush what you can’t understand.
You’ve taught me that sheltered we’re destined to stay;
You claim that it’s right we should cower this way.
For Man must never question what Nature has planned.
You said it was all by God’s Hand.
And we’re all in the hands now of God —
From here on, mere mortals have failed.
No matter the cost or the cause,
The strength of the Lord must prevail.
He shows us the wrong and the right,
Forbids us to speak and forbids us to fight,
Protects us from Dangers aprowl through the night,
For we’re all in the hands now of God, now of God.
We’re all in the hands now of God.
We’re just two-legged rabbits, hid safe underground,
Afraid to admit that we’ve long since been found.
If we ignore death, it just might go away
And leave us back where we began.
Just deny any questions outside a small range;
Feel safe all our lives, for our lives cannot change;
We’ll be told if it matters that we understand,
And be led to the end by God’s Hand.
So behold here the triumph God’s wisdom has won —
Behold here the damage that can’t be undone!
Stagnation is good, and we’re good to the core
While faith rots us like salt rots the land.
If your God helps the helpless, may He help you all well.
I am bound for the Outside to find my own hell.
If defiance means death, I would die before stand
Like a sheep to be thrown to God’s Hand.
But we’re all in the hands now of God —
From here on mere mortals have failed.
No matter the cost or the cause,
The strength of the Lord must prevail.
He shows us the wrong and the right,
Forbids us to speak and forbids us to fight.
But I’ll no longer run from the sounds in the night.
Leave it all in the hands now of God, now of God.
We’re all in the hands now of God.
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The Grandfather Clock
01:58
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My grandfather's clock was too large for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more
And though years would congeal granpa's brains to Malt-O-Meal
He had one wish that would not be denied
For his will said to bury him in the clock
When the old man died.
Now grandfather's grandfather built him the clock
And he built it like no clock before
But the old so-and-so built it so high and wide
That we can't fit it out through the door.
So when grandma'd been calmed, and grandpa had been embalmed
We discovered the clock was too wide
But the god-damned cadaver had gotten jammed
He was stuck in-side.
Now old grandpapa's standing there in the hallway
Of Nine-Seventeen Cherry Lane
There he stands, the old cuss, making faces at us
Which we try to ignore just the same
But we still think of him, as we haggard, pale, and grim
Stagger into the cold morning's light
For at odd times he's ringing the frigging chimes
Every god-damned night.
So at 3:22 a.m.
(bing-bong-bing-bong)
My god, there goes gramps again
(bing-bong-bing-bong)
At odd times he's ringing the frigging chimes
Every god-damned night.
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9. |
Temperature of Revenge
03:54
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Starship Unity
02:29
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My father is the captain of the starship Unity,
And me and mama live on board to bear him company.
And I am of the age when I am anxious for to wed;
And I must choose a groom who'll win approval from my Dad.
Well, Johnny is fine, and Johnny is fair, and wishes me to wed.
And I would marry Johnny but my father up and said,
"I hate to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew:
That tentacled mess is a son of mine, and so is kin to you."
Well, Jimmy is fine, with shining scales, and sweet as he can be.
And I would marry Jimmy, but my father said to me,
"I hate to tell you, daughter, what your mother never knew:
That hatchling too is an egg of mine, and so is kin to you."
Well, Zarin is fine and nine feet tall, and covered with purple hair.
And I would marry Zarin, but my father said, "Beware!
I hate to say it, my darlin' girl, but it's the same old tale,
And remembering what his mom was like, we're not sure he's a male."
Now, Brian is made of light and air, and rather hard to see.
At least he doesn't look as if he's any kin to me.
I said as much to Father, and he said, "Girl, mind your lip!
And never underestimate the captain of a ship."
Was ever there a maiden in so sad a fix as this?
If all my father says is true, I'll die a single miss.
For every single man on board is my own brother true--
I'll go and find my mother and I'll ask her what to do.
"Well, tidy your antennae, girl, and comb your hair so blue.
I've taught you that a skipper is a father to his crew.
He's doubtless laid each female in the galaxy, but still
He's not the critter that sired you, so marry whom you will!"
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Houseguests (Intro)
00:25
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13. |
Houseguests
02:59
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There are tiny, little elven sprites
That live inside my walls.
At night they steal outside
And tie my kitten's tail in balls.
By day they make the roofing creak
And cause the pipes to moan
And when I try to call someone,
They disconnect the phone!
The elves are on the loose tonight.
Suburbia beware!
They emptied out my shaving creme
And filled the can with nair.
If you thought elves were sly
Back in the days of arcane lore,
With modern day's technologies
They'll trick you even more!
One night they got up on my shelf
And stole my super glue.
A big drop here, a small one there
Beneath my tennis shoe.
Next morning, I found milk all spilled
Outside the icebox door
And there was kitty, traumatized,
His paws glued to the floor!
Yes, the elves are on the loose tonight.
Suburbia beware!
One night they grabbed my razor.
Now my cat has mohawk hair!
If you thought elves were sly
Back in the days of arcane lore,
With modern day's technologies,
They'll trick you even more!
Now if you have this problem
Then please write and let me know.
I just can't seem to kick them out.
Like houseguests...they won't go!
I sleep with one eye open now
And one foot out of bed.
I haven't seen my cat for days.
He packed his toys and fled!
Oh, the elves are on the loose tonight.
Suburbia beware!
My razor's gone again, oh lord,
I haven't got a prayer (for my hair!)
If you thought elves were sly back in the days of arcane lore
With modern day's technologies
You can't know what's in store.
And I'm headin' for the hotel next door!
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14. |
Harry’s Dilemma
02:20
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Oh dear Stella. Stella dear. Oh won't you please shut up.
You've badgered me for five years now and I have had enough.
You're there around each corner with you finger in the air.
"What have you been up to Harcourt?" is more than I can bear,
My dear you confounded nagging is about to drive me mad.
I'd like to short you out, and then I'd watch you fry. (ha ha aha)
But surely as I laugh there comes another just as bad.
You make it hard for me to cheat, hard for me to lie.
You can definitely make a grown man cry.
One of you was bad enough to make me head for space.
But now there's android replicas, five hundred with you face.
I'm stranded on this bloody rock with you around each bend.
Oh lord, I'm stricken cold with fear, and here you come again.
My dear you confounded nagging is about to drive me mad.
I'd like to short you out, and then I'd watch you fry.
But surely as I laugh there comes two others just as bad.
You make it hard for me to cheat, hard for me to lie.
You can definitely make a grown man cry.
Oh Captain, you will pay for this. I'll break away somehow,
And find a way to leave you with this nightmare I'm in now.
With some old shrewish hatchet face who's voice will boil your blood,
That dear piece's sweet revenge. To them me name is Mudd.
My dear you confounded nagging is about to drive me mad.
I'd like to short you out, and then I'd watch you fry.
But surely as I laugh there comes a dozen twice as bad.
You make it hard for me to cheat, impossible to lie.
You can definitely make a grown man cry.
You make is hard for me to cheat, hard of me to lie.
You can definitely make a grown man cry.
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15. |
Bold Marauder
04:18
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16. |
The Mary Ellen Carter
03:37
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