Stacks Image 34
Recorded 2008
Label: Syborgmusic
 
Bass – John Tracey
Drums, Percussion – Simon Jeffries
Guitar [Lead & Rhythm] – Derek Heffernan
Keyboards, Percussion, Co-producer – Nico Steckelberg
Organ, Mellotron, Harpsichord – Paul Blewitt
Vocals [Harmony] – Andrea K. C. Koslowsky
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Written-By, Producer – Paul Roland

Edgar Allen Poe
Last Voyage Of The Nautilus
  1. Captain Nemo
  2. Last Voyage Of The Nautilus
  3. Wreck Of The Nautilus
Leatherface
Great Deceiver
Eight Little Whores
Ghost Dance
Abramelin
Tell-Tale Heart
Sam Hall
 
Bonus Track
Foggy Dew

Edgar Allan Poe
There’s no more haunted man than me save Edgar Allan Poe
For I have lived vicariously like Edgar Allan Poe
I fear I’ve loved and lost in vain like Edgar Allan Poe
Only laudanum can ease the pain as it did for Poe
My nerves are taut as harpist strings
My heart weeps like a violin
There’s a black hole where my soul should be
A smouldering ember of self-pity
I’m just a husk of my former self
My bruised heart bottled on the shelf
There’s a black hole where my soul should be
A smouldering cinder of self-pity
My empty clothes sit in this chair
While my spirit takes the evening air.
 
Captain Nemo
The Nautilus she sails upon the morning tide
A leviathan of the seas with gleaming sides
Captain Nemo stands, the wheel under his hand
And issues the command ‘full steam ahead’.
‘Gentlemen’, he says, as if taking to the stage
‘May I present the wonder of the age’
Addressing us as one while leaning on the rail
He declares the age of sail is all but dead
In the belly of the beast the heaving pistons pound
We are underway and outward bound.
Captain Nemo says, ‘And so it seems my friends
For now at least, our voyage is at a end
I will leave the world to its own affairs
The sea it is my realm and they have theirs.
 
The Wreck Of The Nautilus
“Save yourselves”, I heard the captain cry
“All on deck and we may yet survive or we’ll go down”
“Set a course and we will steer for shore
Hold your nerve or we are done for sure then we’ll go down”
What cruel had beckoned us to our graves?
Lured on the rocks, not a soul could be saved we went down.
She broke her back seven leagues from shore
Down she went and was seen no more. We’ll go down.
Five fathoms deep where the souls of sailors sleep
We will sleep we will sleep in a whitened winding sheet.
 
Leatherface
My, my child you’re just skin and bone 
Sweet young things shouldn’t hitch alone
Southern boys don’t mean no harm
Just grew up twisted down on mama’s farm
Running down the hall gonna tan your hide
Thicker than flies on a hog’s backside
He ain’t mean, jus’ misunderstood
A red neck runt from an inbred brood
Don’t pay no heed, it’s just kin disease
Poor sweet boy’s trying hard to please
Running down the hall gonna tan your hide
Thicker than flies on a hog’s backside
Hush now girl don’t you fuss ‘n’ fight
He’s a mean mother hubbard but he don’t bite
Hush yer mouth no yakety yak
Or bubba’s gonna give yer 40 whacks
Running down the hall gonna tan your hide
Thicker than flies on a hog’s backside
 
The Great Deceiver
I am the great deceiver, legions at my command
I smote the unbeliever, brought discord to this land
I do not seek forgiveness, I answer to no man
I am the scourge of heaven. I am his strong right hand
I hear no cries for mercy, I see no suffering
So kneel, beg absolution, redemption for your sins.
 
Eight Little Whores
Eight little whores worked the streets of Whitechapel
One little whore stayed at home
This little whore carved just for jolly
Gutted right down to the bone
Don’t tell me that you’re lonely ‘cause I know you’re only little whores
Seven little whores sold themselves for a shilling
A fumble for a finger of gin
One little whore was ever so willing
This little whore saved from sin
Eight little whores stitched up so pretty
Eight little whores said their prayers
Eight little whores all laid out like paupers
And none with a sovereign to spare
Eight little whores went like sows to the slaughter
Eight little daughters of joy.
 
Ghost Dance
My name is of no consequence. I’m a man of no significance
I have but a beggar’s eloquence to speak of Abramelin
I came an orphan to his door he sheltered me from winters raw
And when at last there came the thaw I stayed with Abramelin
I learnt of nature’s mysteries, the secret art of sorcery
Of magic and magistery with white haired Abramelin
All I have is all I need on this my friend we are agreed
Let’s smoke the aromatic weed and talk of Abramelin
Every day’s a dying star, a grain of sand inside a jar
And it’s for us to know we are all sons of Abramelin.
 
Abramelin
My name is of no consequence. I’m a man of no significance
I have but a beggar’s eloquence to speak of Abramelin
I came an orphan to his door he sheltered me from winters raw
And when at last there came the thaw I stayed with Abramelin
I learnt of nature’s mysteries, the secret art of sorcery
Of magic and magistery with white haired Abramelin
All I have is all I need on this my friend we are agreed
Let’s smoke the aromatic weed and talk of Abramelin
Every day’s a dying star, a grain of sand inside a jar
And it’s for us to know we are all sons of Abramelin.
 
Tell-Tale Heart
Father I must make a full confession
I fear I have an unnatural obsession
The old man has the evil eye
For that alone he must die I fear it’s so.
I had no feelings for or against him
It was his filmy eye that did condemn him
It followed me incessantly
It truly would not let me be and that’s no lie
I lay awake at night and I confide sir
I heard him creep and scuttle like a spider
Up and down the winding stair
Searching for what I know not where and that’s the truth.
I could end this suffering with just one blow
A merciful release and then no one need know
If this was you, you would be tempted too
I laid him out as befits an elder
And treated him both respectful and tender
But now I wake with quite a start
I hear the beating of his heart. It’s on and on.