Theatre of Tragedy

They might say this never happened I'd say it just did Never have I felt it stronger Someone's wrong and I am right In a world of disillusion Loitering away your time There's no harm in reconstruction Paint the world in black and white Beyond redempt

Twit me, I am thy tyke; Meekness for thee aught. Yerk me to weal daut', Sweven nor Muse Wad taw me to this ruddy hue - Wark aptly my drear, 'Hesting dirdum: Heyday! - a swingeing shrew. Skelp me - gar me pain, Pray soft; tender ache. Yerk me to weal

Synchronise the flow of intersections Catalogue all still heartbeats Franchise the machinations of The bourgeois-fangled reverie Gleaming in flamboyancy Resign to solid chrome Ohmic opposition is futile And impedes upon ideas worthwhile Delicate, inf

Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be? I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less lighten'd! I shall climb the yew, Will it subdue me or not! Swooning emotions smite my bosom - I have in aptness depriev'd thy eyrie Oh! -

She fills the rich kitsch niche where she sits Making chit-chat, this and that, from the bits Consumed, perfumed, detracts the room despite Glowing, knowing she can head for the limelight She's too rich for her men She won't stay, what a shame A sham

Moving sideways through the sold photo Slow figures flashing on tiptoe Crashing cars on a blue tableau Goes to show it wasn't everywhere No one steering, just an auto-move Round and round the streetlights in the groove Flying windscreens, dropping do

Turn baby, turn You've got the feeling for it I'm the music Dance with me, sway Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me. Turn baby, turn You've got the feeling for it I'm in tune now Sing to me, say Are you ready for me? Take a chance on me The dow

"Gaunt and gnarl'd Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast, And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast." "Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside, Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest, The bottom sand of the hourgl

I see their face in the mirror suit, a hazy image in a sea of noise Formations fixed and dimming, shapes slowly shifting Into a metal model display Insight is failing, she's lost control As a new dawn fades, she breaks apart Minutes like decades, thi

Look at me A million pictures on the cenotaph Look at me There's nothing left but silent epitaphs Through reassembly I've come to deceive you Behind interpretations someone's untrue Look at me, look at me you motherfucker If you could see what I see

Decode the half forgotten memories Reverberating distantly Some have moments that they can't subdue Some take part in the electric blue Look away... He watched the lines and the curvature And traced her silhouette She stayed the moment with a glimpse

High-rise buildings Low cost apartments Financial district Industrial area Rows of blue collars Steelworkers' clink-clang Metal rhythm left and right This is the city, city of light Flicker Click on Click off Click on The faceless men The machines Fl

Two views of the locations merging into three or more An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars Re-focus on distant stars Brings less voices to entertain us We will always be here Keep cheap platitudes again Disagree with my own self No s

This interference's shifting A soft accent cascading A second glimpse of falling TVs Draws me in too easily Some kind of nonchalance Contains my will to chance The avidity of youth The naivety of you Somewhere where silence ended is where I reassembl

Aoede Parch'd of words, parch'd of lauds, Lorn and tyned fro my wame - 'Seech I more perforce indeed: Lap I of thee: Thou art want. With dulcet gust thine floret, Which I yet would not do - Pray I thee for thine avail - Lave me in it; I want more! Fo

Switch to another dream, to a quiet spite Think back at some time when there was a fading touch Colour me white and paint the vistas grey Everyday there's an electric ray of all too many shimmer-lights And I can see another time Another face, forgott

Silky tidal waves In the midst of summer Trap door of our house Sliding up and down Days of childhood gleam Do you still remember? Nowhere have I seen Shadows disappear Ever since then And I fade like the dew before the sun Silence of our ceased memo

Whether the throned Monarch weareth the crown, Which I know not whether to his belongeth; Doth he hence the sceptre sway? Seasoneth he justice? - Daresay I he doth not, Will he then use his sceptre as a wand? - Where doth sit my awe? - Trieth me conj

An artist is what is call'd the self that the brush holdeth - Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of to-morrow?, O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still! passionless it quivereth, Minding not that my hands are more than apt; My Muse, W

"O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, Allow me thee to adown, Of any sort thou fancieth; Each holdeth its own fancy, I say - Yet the pleasure we partake in Was caus'd by the fang'd grin, Save!, do I for him anger hold? Nay - I knew I was fey!"