Seeking solace in dark music during long
hours of desolate silence. I'm writhing in the pain brought by
betrayal, neglect, and frustration.
Not arranged according to which is best. Each of the songs are beautiful in their own way. ♥
Come, sing with me in the cold.
"Promised Land" - Skeletal Family
It felt like we’d been here a thousand years ago
When the door broke open and let in, the light
So we ran to an empty space and felt so free
You know we’ve never felt like this before
Chorus
You turn to face me hold out you’re hand
Don’t you know that this is the promised land
With bright lights shining it feels so bright
Don’t you know that things go nice with spice
Now i think the time has come to open the box
Let in the world what’s been hidden inside
Not covering what the day brings, it seems so bright
Don’t you know that this is the promised land, alright
Chorus
You turn to face me hold out you’re hand
Don’t you know that this is the promised land
With bright lights shining it feels so bright
Don’t you know that things go nice with spice
When the door broke open and let in, the light
So we ran to an empty space and felt so free
You know we’ve never felt like this before
Chorus
You turn to face me hold out you’re hand
Don’t you know that this is the promised land
With bright lights shining it feels so bright
Don’t you know that things go nice with spice
Now i think the time has come to open the box
Let in the world what’s been hidden inside
Not covering what the day brings, it seems so bright
Don’t you know that this is the promised land, alright
Chorus
You turn to face me hold out you’re hand
Don’t you know that this is the promised land
With bright lights shining it feels so bright
Don’t you know that things go nice with spice
"Dead Leaf Echo" by Faith and the Muse
Tell your secrets to the ground the dampened leaves and broken twigs
reveal your presence...
Where she has lain three hundred years where no one hears...
What bade you come what brings you to this place
Where words and deeds gently end where lovers lost might find again
And if you had found her three hundred years before
Laughter on the hillside Dawn's colors in her eyes
Would you tell her your heart? Oh your heart...
If you hover here you'll feel her amidst the dust and silence, in bones and withered leaves
Oh speak your heart to the trees the restless breeze
What bade you search for the love you should have known
In wildflowers overgrown you know her nameless stone
And if you find her three hundred years from now
Laughter on the hillside Dawn's colors in her eyes
Though you have known her a hundred lives or more
Will you take her in your arms and kiss her perfect lips Tell at last...
Oh your heart...
Oh my dear ones Seize the day
reveal your presence...
Where she has lain three hundred years where no one hears...
What bade you come what brings you to this place
Where words and deeds gently end where lovers lost might find again
And if you had found her three hundred years before
Laughter on the hillside Dawn's colors in her eyes
Would you tell her your heart? Oh your heart...
If you hover here you'll feel her amidst the dust and silence, in bones and withered leaves
Oh speak your heart to the trees the restless breeze
What bade you search for the love you should have known
In wildflowers overgrown you know her nameless stone
And if you find her three hundred years from now
Laughter on the hillside Dawn's colors in her eyes
Though you have known her a hundred lives or more
Will you take her in your arms and kiss her perfect lips Tell at last...
Oh your heart...
Oh my dear ones Seize the day
"Peek-A-Boo" by Siouxsie and the Banshees
Creeping up the backstairs
Slinking into dark stalls
Shapeless and slumped in bathchairs
Furtive eyes peep out of holes
She has many guises
She’ll do what you want her to
Playing dead and sweet submission
Cracks the whip deadpan on cue
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Reeking like a pigsty
Peeling back and gagging free
Flaccid ego in your hand
Chokes on dry tears, can you understand?
She’s jeering at the shadows
Sneering behind a smile
Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker
Into the face of the beguiled
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Golly jeepers
Where’d you get those peepers?
Peepshow, creepshow
Where did you get those eyes?
Strobe lights pump and flicker
Dry lips crack out for more
`come bite on this rag doll, baby!
That’s right, now hit the floor’
They’re sneaking out the back door
She gets up from all fours
Rhinestone fools and silver dollars
Curdle into bitter tears
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Golly jeepers
Where’d you get those peepers?
Peepshow, creepshow
Where did you get those eyes?
Slinking into dark stalls
Shapeless and slumped in bathchairs
Furtive eyes peep out of holes
She has many guises
She’ll do what you want her to
Playing dead and sweet submission
Cracks the whip deadpan on cue
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Reeking like a pigsty
Peeling back and gagging free
Flaccid ego in your hand
Chokes on dry tears, can you understand?
She’s jeering at the shadows
Sneering behind a smile
Lunge and thrust to pout and pucker
Into the face of the beguiled
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Golly jeepers
Where’d you get those peepers?
Peepshow, creepshow
Where did you get those eyes?
Strobe lights pump and flicker
Dry lips crack out for more
`come bite on this rag doll, baby!
That’s right, now hit the floor’
They’re sneaking out the back door
She gets up from all fours
Rhinestone fools and silver dollars
Curdle into bitter tears
Peek-a-boo peek-a-boo
Golly jeepers
Where’d you get those peepers?
Peepshow, creepshow
Where did you get those eyes?
"Before the Dawn" by Shadow Image
lyrics on video.
"Too Much 21st Century" by Bauhaus
They all wanna be
something better
A better singer
A better actor
Better job
Better money
Better get her
Better love her
Better not
Too much rock
Too much conceit
Give me a one religion
(it's too much)
Too much fashion
Information
To much selfish
Too much fake
Too much computer
Too much to take
(it's too much)
Too much adverts
Too much pick
Too much control
Control
(it's too much)
They all wanna be something better
A better singer
A better actor
Better job
Better money
Better get her
Better love her
Better not
Ready, a better human
Its too much
Its too much
Ooh, yeah
something better
A better singer
A better actor
Better job
Better money
Better get her
Better love her
Better not
Too much rock
Too much conceit
Give me a one religion
(it's too much)
Too much fashion
Information
To much selfish
Too much fake
Too much computer
Too much to take
(it's too much)
Too much adverts
Too much pick
Too much control
Control
(it's too much)
They all wanna be something better
A better singer
A better actor
Better job
Better money
Better get her
Better love her
Better not
Ready, a better human
Its too much
Its too much
Ooh, yeah
"Doll's Head" by The Late Isabel
I did what I had to do
A madding voice told me to
Rip the head off the baby doll
Lying in the bed down the window
Down, down the street
Off the end of the block
Where a council of cats
Chit-chat, "Go, rip it, too."
Oh, look at those baby blues
One claw buried down those baby blues
See her head tossed
Around and about
Pretty pout, what a girl
See her curls
Like a can of worms
And she squirmed
I saw you do that
Don't ruin my bed you're dead
La-la-la-la-la-la...
A madding voice told me to
Rip the head off the baby doll
Lying in the bed down the window
Down, down the street
Off the end of the block
Where a council of cats
Chit-chat, "Go, rip it, too."
Oh, look at those baby blues
One claw buried down those baby blues
See her head tossed
Around and about
Pretty pout, what a girl
See her curls
Like a can of worms
And she squirmed
I saw you do that
Don't ruin my bed you're dead
La-la-la-la-la-la...
"December" by All About Eve
There's a victorian tin, I keep my memories in,
I found it up in the attic.
After looking inside, I find the things that I'm hiding...
The leaves saved from a mistletoe kiss,
Only nostalgia has me feeling like this...
Like I miss you,
It must be the time of year.
Remember december,
It's like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream,
Remember december,
A fall of snow and the afterglow.
It could be taking our breath away
But the years stand in the way,
Remember december,
How does it make you feel inside ?
Beneath a valentine, I see a locket is shining
I think it must be the wine,
Makes me feel it's all real.
Where nothing seems to rhyme
To breathe life into the dust of a keepsake
I might as well try to fix a chain on a snowflake
Or a heartache,
It must be the time of year.
Remember...
Should I feel this alone, should I pick up the phone
Should I call you up and wish you 'happy christmas' ?
I feel so alone, should I pick up the phone
Take my heart in my hand
And ask if you remember...
I found it up in the attic.
After looking inside, I find the things that I'm hiding...
The leaves saved from a mistletoe kiss,
Only nostalgia has me feeling like this...
Like I miss you,
It must be the time of year.
Remember december,
It's like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream,
Remember december,
A fall of snow and the afterglow.
It could be taking our breath away
But the years stand in the way,
Remember december,
How does it make you feel inside ?
Beneath a valentine, I see a locket is shining
I think it must be the wine,
Makes me feel it's all real.
Where nothing seems to rhyme
To breathe life into the dust of a keepsake
I might as well try to fix a chain on a snowflake
Or a heartache,
It must be the time of year.
Remember...
Should I feel this alone, should I pick up the phone
Should I call you up and wish you 'happy christmas' ?
I feel so alone, should I pick up the phone
Take my heart in my hand
And ask if you remember...
"Dead is the New Alive" by Emilie Autumn
Dead is the new alive
Despair's the new survival
A pointless point of view
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win
Dead is the new alive
Life's only living rival
A casket built for two
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win
So take me now or take me never
I won't wait
You're already late
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive?
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
A Gothic play revival
The last act of the show
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You never win
So take me now or take me never
I won't wait
You're already late
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive?
Dead is the new alive
What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed fight?
What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed, blessed, blessed fight?
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life
Alive, alive alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Dead is the new alive
Alive, alive alive
Dead is the new alive
Alive, alive alive
Alive
Dead is the new alive
Alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
(Dead is the new alive)
Despair's the new survival
A pointless point of view
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win
Dead is the new alive
Life's only living rival
A casket built for two
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You'll never win
So take me now or take me never
I won't wait
You're already late
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive?
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
A Gothic play revival
The last act of the show
Give in, give in, give in, give in
You play the game
You never win
So take me now or take me never
I won't wait
You're already late
So say goodbye or say forever
Choose your fate
How else can we survive?
Dead is the new alive
What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed fight?
What is a day without a blessed night?
And what is peace without a blessed, blessed, blessed fight?
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life
A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife
When the obsession with death
The obsession with death becomes a way of life
Alive, alive alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Alive, alive, alive
Oh oh oh oh oh
Dead is the new alive
Alive, alive alive
Dead is the new alive
Alive, alive alive
Alive
Dead is the new alive
Alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
Dead is the new alive
(Dead is the new alive)
"Moundshroud" by Cinema Strange
Tom skeleton, it's time to have some fun! So grab your trick or treat, the day of the dead has begun!
Carapace and clavicle, Moundshroud takes you there!
Lady Egypt fascinate and gargoyles in the air!
[Chorus]
Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull!
Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull!
Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull!
Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull!
Carapace! Clavicle! Carapace! Clavicle! Carapace! Clavicle! Carapace! Clavicle!
Instantaneous, intravenous fear in the moon-black suit!
You feel the wind and taste the leaves like dead-bone scattered loot!
Crack the best, your whip is the test... flee from Mummy's arms...
Under his knife, beware the scythe and Samhain's other charms!
Carapace and clavicle, Moundshroud takes you there!
Lady Egypt fascinate and gargoyles in the air!
[Chorus]
Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull!
Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull!
Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull!
Tommy-boy, eat your candy skull!
Carapace! Clavicle! Carapace! Clavicle! Carapace! Clavicle! Carapace! Clavicle!
Instantaneous, intravenous fear in the moon-black suit!
You feel the wind and taste the leaves like dead-bone scattered loot!
Crack the best, your whip is the test... flee from Mummy's arms...
Under his knife, beware the scythe and Samhain's other charms!
"Coin Operated Boy" by The Dresden Dolls
Coin operated boy
Sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
But I turn him on and he comes to life
Automatic joy
That is why I want a coin operated boy
Made of plastic and elastic
He is rugged and long-lasting
Who could ever ever ask for more
Love without complications galore
Many shapes and weights to choose from
I will never leave my bedroom
I will never cry at night again
Wrap my arms around him and pretend....
Coin operated boy
All the other real ones that I destroy
Cannot hold a candle to my new boy and I'll
Never let him go and I'll never be alone [x2]
Not with my coin operated boy......
This bridge was written to make you feel smittener
With my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
I didn't think so but I'm still convincible
Will you persist even after I bet you
A billion dollars that I'll never love you
Will you persist even after I kiss you
Goodbye for the last time
Will you keep on trying to prove it?
I'm dying to lose it...
I'm losing... my confidence
I want it
I want you
I want a coin operated boy.
And if I had a star to wish on
For my life I cant imagine
Any flesh and blood could be his match
I can even take him in the bath
Coin operated boy
He may not be real experienced with girls
But I know he feels like a boy should feel
Isn't that the point that is why I want a
Coin operated boy
With his pretty coin operated voice
Saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
Straight and to the point
That is why I want
A coin operated boy.
Sitting on the shelf he is just a toy
But I turn him on and he comes to life
Automatic joy
That is why I want a coin operated boy
Made of plastic and elastic
He is rugged and long-lasting
Who could ever ever ask for more
Love without complications galore
Many shapes and weights to choose from
I will never leave my bedroom
I will never cry at night again
Wrap my arms around him and pretend....
Coin operated boy
All the other real ones that I destroy
Cannot hold a candle to my new boy and I'll
Never let him go and I'll never be alone [x2]
Not with my coin operated boy......
This bridge was written to make you feel smittener
With my sad picture of girl getting bitterer
Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy
I didn't think so but I'm still convincible
Will you persist even after I bet you
A billion dollars that I'll never love you
Will you persist even after I kiss you
Goodbye for the last time
Will you keep on trying to prove it?
I'm dying to lose it...
I'm losing... my confidence
I want it
I want you
I want a coin operated boy.
And if I had a star to wish on
For my life I cant imagine
Any flesh and blood could be his match
I can even take him in the bath
Coin operated boy
He may not be real experienced with girls
But I know he feels like a boy should feel
Isn't that the point that is why I want a
Coin operated boy
With his pretty coin operated voice
Saying that he loves me that hes thinking of me
Straight and to the point
That is why I want
A coin operated boy.
"Something Wicked (That Way Went)" by Vernian Process
Come and join our wild ride, the sideshow is in town!
With dancing bears and elephants, and certainly some clowns.
The greatest wonder of them all, a marvel to behold:
An Illustrated Man so dark, will own your very soul!
Something Wicked This Way Comes,
Something in the night!
Something Wicked That Way Went,
What an awful fright!
Something Wicked This Way Comes,
Something isn't right...
Something Wicked That Way Went,
Tempting you with...
Health and vigor, youth and strength,
We can make it so!
Join us on our carousel -
"Round and round you go!"
Anything your heart desires: make your riches grow,
Power, glory, love or lust, it's all part of the show!
As autumn leaves turn brown, and tumble to the ground,
You'll surely know the Shadow Show's in town!
In town!
In town!
The Shadow Show's in town!
Gather round!
Gather round!
We're coming to your town!
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
Have we got a special treat for you tonight:
Step right up and marvel at the Oldest Gypsy Witch.
Her eyes sewn shut, but she's not blind! She sees your every wish!
You there, what's your name?
...
I see! Step right in, for,
Something Wicked This Way Comes,
Something in the night!
Something Wicked That Way Went,
What an awful sight!
Something Wicked This Way Comes,
Something isn't right...
Something Wicked That Way Went,
Terror through the night!
Our ways are dark for some,
Our mysteries known to none!
But pay no mind,
The secrets we will
Secrets we will...
Secrets we will...
Secrets we will...
Find!
With dancing bears and elephants, and certainly some clowns.
The greatest wonder of them all, a marvel to behold:
An Illustrated Man so dark, will own your very soul!
Something Wicked This Way Comes,
Something in the night!
Something Wicked That Way Went,
What an awful fright!
Something Wicked This Way Comes,
Something isn't right...
Something Wicked That Way Went,
Tempting you with...
Health and vigor, youth and strength,
We can make it so!
Join us on our carousel -
"Round and round you go!"
Anything your heart desires: make your riches grow,
Power, glory, love or lust, it's all part of the show!
As autumn leaves turn brown, and tumble to the ground,
You'll surely know the Shadow Show's in town!
In town!
In town!
The Shadow Show's in town!
Gather round!
Gather round!
We're coming to your town!
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
Have we got a special treat for you tonight:
Step right up and marvel at the Oldest Gypsy Witch.
Her eyes sewn shut, but she's not blind! She sees your every wish!
You there, what's your name?
...
I see! Step right in, for,
Something Wicked This Way Comes,
Something in the night!
Something Wicked That Way Went,
What an awful sight!
Something Wicked This Way Comes,
Something isn't right...
Something Wicked That Way Went,
Terror through the night!
Our ways are dark for some,
Our mysteries known to none!
But pay no mind,
The secrets we will
Secrets we will...
Secrets we will...
Secrets we will...
Find!
"The Fine Art of Poisoning" by Jill Tracy
It's quite an elaborate scheme
The fine art of poisoning
The dose to comatose
Slyly administered
Not for the frail of heart
The vengeful must play their part
A friend to the bitter end
Or so they say
Nice and slow
Misfortune will flow
Peril in the nursery
It seems a tainted pastry
One bite what a dreadful fright
She was such a delicate little dish
A pleasant parlour gathering
Quicksilver concealed in a ruby ring
Two lumps or three
I have always adored bergamot tea
Nice and slow
Misfortune will flow
But who will know?
The fine art of poisoning
The dose to comatose
Slyly administered
Not for the frail of heart
The vengeful must play their part
A friend to the bitter end
Or so they say
Nice and slow
Misfortune will flow
Peril in the nursery
It seems a tainted pastry
One bite what a dreadful fright
She was such a delicate little dish
A pleasant parlour gathering
Quicksilver concealed in a ruby ring
Two lumps or three
I have always adored bergamot tea
Nice and slow
Misfortune will flow
But who will know?
"Vampire Empire" by Kristen Lawrence
Succulent biting and sucking to our desire
Forever mark the Vampire Empire.
Come have a taste of our vicious kisses
Then drink, awake to the pulsing blood where bliss is.
Undead, un-reflected, seeking a neck to bite,
We shun the sun and hark the dark night.
Don’t cross us or pointed words from our lips
Will stab your gloat – and throat – ending in dripping sips.
Garlic or our lick? Will sticky blood be your pick?
Drains by Romanian fangs are quick.
Sharpen your smile and, while midnight dancing with us,
Chase lushly the blush of Eternal Spring.
Forever mark the Vampire Empire.
Come have a taste of our vicious kisses
Then drink, awake to the pulsing blood where bliss is.
Undead, un-reflected, seeking a neck to bite,
We shun the sun and hark the dark night.
Don’t cross us or pointed words from our lips
Will stab your gloat – and throat – ending in dripping sips.
Garlic or our lick? Will sticky blood be your pick?
Drains by Romanian fangs are quick.
Sharpen your smile and, while midnight dancing with us,
Chase lushly the blush of Eternal Spring.
O Pain, depart from me!
I must be Edgar Allan Poe's reincarnated being. My life's as terrible as his.
I must be Edgar Allan Poe's reincarnated being. My life's as terrible as his.
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