Stacks Image 34
Recorded 2011
Label: Syborg Music

Nevermore (intro)
If the Sun Refused To Shine
A Long Time Ago
Rapunzel
What Will Become of Me?
Lowly Weeps the King
Maleen
The Devil's Bride
The Way of the World
Once Upon A Time
Nevermore (Reprise)
The Elderly Mother (Spoken Word)
The Master Thief (Spoken Word)

Nevermore
I will return to Nevermore
I must go back Nevermore
I will go home to Nevermore
To be once more in Nevermore
As once before in Nevermore
Is all that I am longing for
There is a longing that won’t ever leave, a need that gnaws, a yearning to believe,
Here in the forest of forgotten things where fear takes form we dread what night will bring
 
A Long Time Ago
(Inspired by the Brother’s Grimm story The Master Thief)
A long time ago in the woods there lived a malformed man and his wife
Their limbs were as curved as their black cat’s spine,
Their bones were entwined as the twisted vine and their faces as grim as their life.
After some years in their house of stone the wizened old woman complained
“Our doors are deformed and the stairs askew, the windows lean and the chimney too. Even our trees grow untrue.”
One day a carriage and four came by and out stepped a young man of means
“I’ve heard it said that here strangers are fed, and those in need are often offered a bed,
even beggars are most welcome it seems.”
“Sir we’d a son, was a headstrong boy, we never could steer him straight
Likely he came to a shameful end, fell afoul of his faithless friends.
And thoroughly deserved of his fate.”
“What will I be when I am no one else, where will I go when I’m beside myself, who will I be when I reveal myself”
“The choicest fruit falls far from the tree, and so it is with you and with me
Father your feckless son’s returned and though you be ashamed of the trade I learned,
it has enriched me most generously”
A long time ago by an old millstream lived a malformed man and his wife
Their limbs were as curved as their black cat’s spine,
Their bones were entwined as the twisted vine and their faces as grim as their life.
 
Rapunzel
(Inspired by the Brother’s Grimm story Rapunzel)
Rapunzel let your long hair down so it trails upon the ground
Your tresses finer than spun gold. Silken strands ‘twined sevenfold
“Spin my child,” the spirits say, “A fine dress for your wedding day”
“Married you shall surely be when the true one comes for thee.”
Fear ye not the forest path that unwinds from thy home and hearth
Over the hills and far away which you must walk someday
Day by day this caged bird pined and swift the morrow came foretime
To each suitor spake the witch,“Ride on, poor child has lost her wits”.
Fear ye not the forest path that unwinds from thy home and hearth
O’er the hills and far away which you must take someday
Do not dread the encroaching dark, the malformed faces in the bark
If you wait you wait in vain and here you ever must remain
 
What Will Become Of Me?
(Inspired by the Brother’s Grimm story ‘Death’s Messengers’)
What will become of me when I am in the world, what will become of me?
What will become of me when youth has forsaken me, what will become of me?
What will become of me when I am laid to rest, what will become of me?
I wandered through this world, my fortune for to find
Death held no fear for me though he was never far behind
Sickness, age and sleep, he swore they’d leave me be
But all too soon it seemed they laid their claim to me
What will become of me when I am laid to rest, what will become of me.
 
Lowly Weeps The King
(Inspired by the Brother’s Grimm story ‘The Three Snake Leaves’)
Lowly weeps the king, he shoulders sorrow like a stone, a burden he must bear alone.
Lowly weeps the king, grief makes of man a man apart and leaves a ghost to play his part.
Where is she now, where can she be, where has she gone – my misguided child
Lowly weeps the king, his heart a pendant on a chain, not caring if it beat again
What morbid fancy took root in this fair child of mine
And turned her from me, it was surely not of her design
And in the morning I will think of things that were
And in the evening, I will only think of her
Lowly weeps the king, mirror mirror on the wall whose the Fool here after all?
Lowly weeps the king, Pride tis said comes ‘fore a fall, so who’s the Fool here after all?
 
Maleen
(Inspired by the Brother’s Grimm story Maid Maleen)
Who will raise a tower to stand against the storms that seethe and fume
No window must it offer, no door, no light for those to be entombed
And who shall be confined there but Maleen the fairest maid in all the land
For she loves another and refused to do as I command
When seven summers faded, no gaoler came to free her or inquire
To avenge her cruel betrayal was all that she ardently desired
Seven years she’ll languish with nought but memories
A wearisome companion by her side
Seven years to see the folly of her wilful ways
To rue and repent of her pride
When the tower crumbled she beheld an empty stage
All around the seeds of sorrow sown
Pestilence had gathered in both king and commoner
bequeathing a kingdom of bones.
 
The Devil’s Bride
(Inspired by the Brother’s Grimm story The Robber Bridegroom)
“My dear you fret too much, why, you tremble at my touch
When you and I are wed you will yield your maidenhead.”
“Oh no sir that will never ever be, for you, you will be the death of me”
“Come, come my child pray remain with me a while
Are you not to be my bride? Well then, set your fears aside.”
“Oh sir you will not deceive me so, for you, you would lead me down below”
“Turn back, turn back!” the old crone cried,
“Fair maid you must not step inside
For a devil waits within.
“Turn back, turn back, turn back I say,”
the old crone cried “make haste away
You must never wear his ring.”
“Sir I must tell of the fate that befell a young bride to be who was promised to such as thee
Twas only a dream to be sure, still I will not wear the ring she wore.”
“You shall have a wedding feast, though he’ll serve no fowl, no fish nor beast
Only soft and tender flesh,
And you shall be the only guest, resplendent in your finest dress
so succulent and fresh
 
The Way of the World
(Inspired by the Brother’s Grimm story ‘The Three Apprentices’)
Three young men set out one day to make their fortunes, make their way,
But when they came to Bremen Weir the devil’s apprentice appeared, and declared “Now what have I here, hmmm?”
“Have no fear of me my friends,” said the fine young gentleman, “I swear I’ve no designs on you,Tis another soul I pursue whose debt is long overdue.”   
It’s the way of the world, there’s no sense in complaining
You’ve got to take what you can, its pleasure or praying
“If you will help me snare my prey,” said the devil’s protégé
“You will never want nor need, are we now all agreed, is it not a fine bargain indeed, hmm?”
And now the moral is, or so I heard, that if you give your word you must keep it and be true,
Don’t play the cad, the blackguard or Jack the Lad for its not who you gave it to
 
Once Upon A Time
(Inspired by the Brother’s Grimm story The Goose Girl At The Well)
Once there lived a king, a malcontent,
who summoned his three daughters and when duly sent
he demanded that each of the them present
A full measure of their love’s extent.
Once upon a time twas true, once upon a time I knew, once upon a time would do
The first flattered her father, ‘you are like sweet confection’,
the second found favour with unqualified affection,
but the third had no words even upon reflection,
which he took amiss as callous rejection.
Once upon a time I knew, once upon a time would do, now once upon a time’s untrue
She roamed the kingdom distraught and forlorn,
wishing for all the world that she had never been born,
her shoes they were broken, her dress it was torn
her white silken skin scored by briars and thorns
She walked a crooked track, with no thought of turning back   
On and on and on she went, until all her strength was spent
And when she could go on no more she came upon the wise one’s door
“I have no need,” she said, “of tender words. I am content conversing with the birds.”
I’ll be myself and all, I’ll be myself and all, I’ll be myself and all and that is the way of it
Then she jumped the witches broom,  they call it ‘drawing down the moon’
Thrice the churchyard round she flew, what once was old was made a new 
Then down and down and down she spun, for a curse once cast can’t be undone
No more tears and no more pain, no one would hurt her again
“I have no want,” said she, “of company. A life alone will never lonely be”
I’ll be myself and all, I’ll be myself and all, I’ll be myself and all and that is the way of it
As a crook-backed old hag bent double with age
She gathered apples, berries, rosemary and sage
Asked a kind hearted youth who bore her home on his back
“Tell me, Mother Holle, why do you never look back?”
Once upon a time I knew, now once upon a time’s untrue, once upon a time I grew
 
If The Sun Refused To Shine
(Inspired by the Brother’s Grimm story ‘The Water of Life’)
If the sun refused to shine and the birds to sing
I’d still have one final tale and with this I will begin
There was a king took to his bed and swore his life hung by a thread
Said his first son, “Father dear grave duties thee endure
Cast aside affairs of state and you shall have your cure.”
“Oh no my son it is not so, it is not age that lays me low
When the eldest bid farewell the king was sorely grieved
And when twas plain he’d not return the second took his leave
“If fortune favours me my lord, I would exact a fair reward”
“Tis clear thy duties weigh you down, let me relieve you of the crown”
“Oh dear father,” the youngest implored
“To my brothers thy kingdom, all I ask is thy sword
“Oh dear father, when the night shades appear 
I’ll shield you from sorrow in thy autumn years.”
 
Nevermore
I will go back to Nevermore
I must return to Nevermore
I will go home to Nevermore
To be once more in Nevermore
As once before in Nevermore
Is all that I am longing for.
A happy ending there can never be in a world of ‘could have been’ and ‘may yet be’
No need to mourn what might have been for ‘Now’ is all there was and will ever be
If I could just find Nevermore
One last time in Nevermore
Once upon a time in Nevermore