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Turn the Screw
02:38
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TURN THE SCREW
Lovely children tell me no lies,
'Cause I am wise enough to know!
The truth may be a thorny prize
But I'm sick of this shadow show,
Turn the screw, turn!
There's a lady on the lakeshore,
And a bad man at the window,
They shouldn't be there any more
They should be floating in Limbo,
Turn the screw, turn!
Wicked children, leave me alone,
I adored you but now I'm scared,
You've got blue eyes and hearts of stone,
You don't deserve the love I shared,
Turn the screw, turn!
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Road of Scarecrows
04:28
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ROAD OF SCARECROWS
Once upon a moonless midnight,
I was wandering with a shroud on
To fill the passers-by with fright
In the foggy lanes of London.
Once in Bedlam they locked me up
And even threw away the key,
They put conium in my tea cup,
But Socrates was dumber than me.
Oh oh oh on the road of scarecrows
From Springheeled Jack to Slenderman,
We're a league of jokers by trade,
Having fun whenever we can
And most of the time, no blood is shed
I never lost control, I swear
Jack the ripper, it wasn't me,
Though I like to have fine clothes to tear
And a bit of filthy company
Oh oh oh on the road of scarecrows
Once upon a full moon midnight,
I was roaming across the moor
My wolfskin on, ready to bite,
(It started with the girl next door)
I'm going up on Bröcken hill
On the night known as Walpurgis,
To meet the one I loved until
She got in the business of curses
Oh oh oh on the road of scarecrows
There's a golem bathing in the sun,
God, I'd rather not mess with him,
My Reaper's costume scares no one,
He wouldn't know I'm bloody grim!
I never sold my soul, I swear,
Dr Faustus, it wasn't me,
The ones I harmed are very rare,
The ones I healed are many
Oh oh oh on the road of scarecrows
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John Silence
03:09
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JOHN SILENCE
Inspired by Algernon Blackwood
Invaders from beyond, beware!
Nemesis of fire, cool down!
Here is someone you cannot scare,
John Silence is back in town.
Through a broken stained glass window,
Did you see them round the altar,
Falling back as he advanced?
John Silence doesn't falter.
How did he manage to escape
With a hellhound on his trail?
No one else could have made it,
Will John Silence ever fail?
If we hear whispers in the dark,
Or spy a strange phenomenon,
Who are we going to call now,
'Cause John Silence is gone?
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Johnny Bartendale
04:02
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JOHNNY BARTENDALE (A TRUE STORY)
Here's Johnny Bartendale,
Whose face is ghastly pale,
He's got mud on his clothes,
He's got worms in his nose.
He was taken to the gallow's pole
then he was laid down in a shallow hole,
Without a prayer, without a tear,
In the Earth to disappear.
From his grave he was rescued
By a man from Hazlewood,
Judged again but how could we
Condemn a man that God had forgiven and set free
He was a piper by trade,
But that was not his only crime,
The hangman said he was dead
But the Lord decided it wasn't time
Where's Johnny, who can tell ?
He didn't die and go to hell!
Where's Johnny, who can tell
Why he didn't die and go to hell?
From his grave he was rescued
By a man from Hazlewood,
Judged again but how could we
Condemn a man that God had forgiven and set free
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Peter Pan (In A Trench)
02:00
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PETER PAN
Peter Pan is in a trench, thinking about Tinkerbell,
You don't have to grow up, boys, to go down to hell.
A March Hare on a wire, a mad hatter by his side,
They cried for a cup of tea just before they died.
Mina Harker is a nurse, not a faint-hearted one,
But she's never seen such a river of blood run.
Spring heeled Jack is shell shocked, so is mister Hyde,
They cried for a glass of wine just before they died.
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100 Years Ago
04:28
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100 YEARS AGO
In the graveyard we shall meet,
In the November moonlight,
With our brothers beneath our feet
Until the end of the night.
We will drink some wine and brandy
And curse the storm of steel
That took the lives of too many
And left us wounds that cannot heal.
In the graveyard we shall stay,
When the ceremony's over,
And watch the ghosts go away,
Floating back to Dover.
On the frontline we first met,
In a mist of mustard gas,
From sunrise to sunset,
We were butchered en masse.
You know, the tides may turn,
And there's a truth in every dream.
Even the gods of war may learn
That we are stronger than we seem.
Fallen leaves and briars,
In this graveyard we all know,
We were commanded by liars,
A hundred years ago.
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