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Theatre of Tragedy – And when He Falleth

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Be my kin free fro carnal sin
Bridle the thoughts of thy Master

(There hath past away a glore fro the Earth
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men
Men dementéd, blindfoldéd by light
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom’d garths)

(Might I too was blindfoldéd ere)
The quality of mercy and absolution
(Tho’ years have master’d me)
Whence cometh such qualities?
(A masque of this to fashion)
Build thyself a mirror in which
(Seer blest, thou best philosopher)
Solely wanton images of thy desire appear

(Tis the divine comedy)
Tis the divine tragedy
(The fool and the mocking court)
The fool and the mocking court
(Fool, kneel now and ring thy bells)
Fool, kneel now and ring thy bells
(We hold the Earth fro Heaven away)
Make us guffaw at thy futile follies
Yet for our blunders, oh, in shame
Earth beareth no balm for mistakes
(We hold the Earth fro Hell away)
We hold the Earth fro Hell away

That cross you wear around your neck
Is it only a decoration or are you a true Christian believer?

Yes, I believe, truly

Then I want you to remove it at once and never to wear it within this castle again!
Do you know how a falcon is trained my dear?
Her eyes are sown shut. Blinded temporarily she suffers the whims of her God patiently
Until her will is submerged and she learns to serve
As your God taught and blinded you with crosses

You had me take off my cross because it offended

It offended no-one. No, it simply appears to me to be discourteous to… to wear the symbol of a deity long dead
My ancestors tried to find it. And to open the door that separates us from our Creator

But you need no doors to find God. If you believe

Believe? If you believe you are gullible.
Can you look around this world and believe in the goodness of a god who rules it?
Famine, pestilence, war, disease and death! They rule this world

There is also love and life and hope

Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god of love and life ever did exist
He is long since dead. Someone… Something rules in his place

(Believe? In a deity long dead?
I would rather be a pagan suckléd in creeds outworn
With færytales fill’d up in head
Thoughts of the Book stillborn)

Shadow of annoyance, ne’er come hither
And when He falleth, he falleth like Lucifer
Ne’er to ascend again, ne’er to ascend again



Gary Jules – Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very mad world, mad world

Enlarging your world
Mad world

Don’t Look Back – Dark Mobson

With your sagging belly
With your fear of Hitler
With your mouth of bad short stories
With your fingers of rotten mandolins
With your arms of fat Paterson porches
With your belly of strikes and smokestacks
With your chin of Trotsky and the Spanish War
With your voice singing for the decaying overbroken workers
With your nose of bad lay, with your nose of the smell of the pickles of Newark

With your eyes
With your eyes of Russia
With your eyes of no money
With your eyes of false China
With your eyes of Aunt Elanor
With your eyes of starving India
With your eyes p___ing in the park
With your eyes of America taking a fall
With your eyes of your failure at the piano
With your eyes of your relatives in California
With your eyes of Ma Rainy dying in an ambulance
With your eyes of Czechoslovakia attacked by robots
With your eyes going to painting class at night in the Bronx
With your eyes of the killer Grandma you see on the horizon from the fire-escape
With your eyes running naked out of the apartment screaming into the hall
With your eyes being led away by policement to an ambulance
With your eyes strapped down on the operating table
With your eyes with the pancreas removed
With your eyes of appendix operation
With your eyes of abortion
With your eyes of ovaries removed
With your eyes of shock
With your eyes of lobotomy
With your eyes of divorce
With your eyes of stroke
With your eyes alone
With your eyes
With your eyes
With your Death full of Flowers?