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Once Upon a Strange Occurrence Vestaisiax: Once upon a strange occurrence… A token for the esteem of ditch-diggers They have gained many a space explorer's trust No one sees the mad skeletons Scratching on the asylum walls Dungeons of Planet Sinaveve Parsven Undertoad: What lurks in the now-seemingly tranquil Dungeons of Planet Sinaveve Could it be beastly knights? Ready to cast a rusty blade at invisible opponents Could it be the chop-block man? Ready to lop off the noggins of unfaithful servants Are the star-crossed lovers going to save each other from disparate peril? Not down here, no There is a place for them to stretch out Way out Maybe as far out as they can go And the human-spike tomb is a good way To catch up on some much needed rest The Duke of Planet Sinaveve comes down the dungeon steps What does he think of all this madness? He revels in the sight The Duke of Planet Sinaveve: More to it all, More to it all! Shall We Dwell? Zebba Whitsen: I think of yesteryear And wander through a good dream's voice to hear Lovely thoughts of the well Where our cherished waters dwell Can you not feel my love for you, my dear? Are you thinking, as am I, of yesteryear? Shall we put on our fancy dress and gaudy apparel? Shall we dance at the ball where royalty waits in peril? Shall we dwell in a thing of haunting beauty? Where we can see each other by the light of a moonbeam What do you intend to do with the remaining hours of the evening? Shall we dwell in the forbidden land where the teasing breeze turns freezing? Ephemeral Splinter The StarFlower: The residual influence Of a Greek Tragedy's affluence Light Years from Now Lollygag Brutus: Just to be me And to stand again By the clear blue sea Seizing the day In a sea of knowledge A place where carefree lambs go to frolic Pronounced The StarFlower: I have quoted in the past A memory of glass That fogs when the breath of ages Increases voluminous wavelengths to inspire new youth Let me calmly expose sharp talons used to grip a false body We have crushed a head not even worth dropping Silhouettes of Former Men Vestaisiax: Beside a hill of shattered ornaments Extraneous limbs feign a weak attempt Infinite worlds collapse in sheer black I am here standing in front of stage-prop pearls To exhibit the show At long last Aureole Zebba Whitsen: Laid a wreath for my soul to keep It rests in the wither of Bitter Winter It wouldn't keep, would not keep Sincerity carefully set to recede Not even the freshest appearance Of our precious spirits Lasts long enough to keep No wreath could contain The depths of my Broken-down composure When I have vanished Bending to the night's abandonment Frigid grounds will keep But what when sincerity carelessly recedes? Eyes like December Glass Biibyl Midribel: A blackbird has a perch on a cauldron Eyes like December glass Sensational spirits sip fine wine in a chalice of silver Planet Sinaveve holds the dreams of unwanted night chills Rustling chains Jack-in-the-rack What new means of imprisonment will they use against themselves? By all means New incantations are the way sensational spirits call forth their lost loves Planet Sinaveve Lament Biibyl Midribel: O Planet Sinaveve! How could I think that living in you Would be like living in a dream within a dream? I throw down my troubadour's dance And in anguish take up My knight's lance Dandelion-lady of the Lake Zebba Whitsen: If your eyes Do not shine W/some things you know You may not Make them glow It is your lovin' I just don't know Lollygag Brutus: Where are you going? I can see your tired feet Walking up and down Camelot's old village street Zebba Whitsen: On the mountain top it is snowing I would like to meet Your love that makes men shiver when you are sweet Whisper Your Name Zebba Whitsen: Languidly moving from side to side I see where my fellow mind Does take its place in the moon to abide You made a change Once you were my main Squeeze, but you won't Let me even hold your hand anymore You were once my glittering comfort My shade in the sun My shelter in the rain Now you will not even let me Whisper your name At the creek-bed Where I cannot raise my head To see you Tell me, is this the last I have seen of you? I hear what you say, But it does not seem to be true Because I know That you are going to stick around Deep down inside And I will still Whisper like a clown When you've cried The Brook Zebba Whitsen: You have reached the brook The lonely brook At your reflection, you took a look You came out looking like no one cared You turned into a bird without feathers You do not have it all together Your land of supple lovin' seems to be bare Why will I not let you? You know I will not forget you Why will I not let you move on? You've lost lovin' for me and it just seems wrong But you You won't let us go You're a pinching for an inch on love And itching for a living Sally Astronomicle: I may be drained Still I have love for you the same Zebba Whitsen: All you wanted was love Now the day is turning gray And all you wanted is slowly going away Whatever Time May Bring Zebba Whitsen: You know it well by now, my friend We can go through this again All over the place All over every place I see you rockin' away It's time to let love chase you down And bring many hearts around It is time you know Whatever time may bring Hold me close so our hearts can sing Together Yes, together Together, whatever Time may bring You know I will love you And it is in you being with me That I believe in |
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