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[snowwiewolf]

The Riddler
Riddler Riddler ask me why
The birds fly free on a mackerel sky
Ask me whither goes the wind
Whence the endless tick-tick stream begins

Make me guess if the earth is flat or round
Set a guessing if fantasies are unbound
If tales aren't just for children to see
That it's peace if sleep walks with me

As you wish
For kingdom come
The one to know all the answers
You think you dwell in wisdoms sea
Still sweet ignorance is the key
To a poet's paradise
Challenge the Riddler and you will see...

Riddler Riddler ask me why
All mothers beneath the Earth and sky
Hold their children's hands for a while
Their hearts forever - yours and mine

Make me wonder what's the meaning of life
What's the use to be born and then die
Make me guess who's the one
Behind the mask of Father and Son

As you wish...

For nature hates virginity
I wish to be touched
Not by the hands of where's and why's
But by the Oceans' minds

As you wish...

Here is the rest

[Malefact]

Very profound!

Here's the lyric from In The Court Of The Crimson King, by King Crimson:

The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change, the tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabys in an ancient tongue
For the Court Of The Crimson King.

The keeper of the city keys put shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim's doors with insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the Fire Witch
To the Court Of The Crimson King.

The gardener plants an evergreen whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship to taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the Court Of The Crimson King.

On soft grey mornings widows cry, the wise men share a joke.
I run to grasp divining signs to satisy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the Court Of The Crimson King.

[snowwiewolf]

I can almost hear the music.....
and The Riddler's played by Nightwish (I do listen other bands and singers, but not very often)

[Malefact]

*goes to look up Nightwish*

[snowwiewolf]

........waits...........waits and waits...........

[Malefact]

From the album called Oceanborn. The web site is quite complementary about it, too. I'll have to listen to some samples when I get home.

[snowwiewolf]

great tell me what you think about it when you can ;D

[Malefact]

Will do!

[snowwiewolf]

thanks and watch out fer Myth...

[Malefact]

Ooooooooooooooh, yes!

[RoxxAatherton]

NP: Boris, the Monster Mash

Ooh, I love this song, always makes me laugh...

'He did the mash,

he did the monster mash

the monster mash

it was a graveyard smash

;D

[Malefact]

NP: Quite Rightly So, by Procol Harum

For you, whose eyes were opened wide,
Whilst mine refused to see,
I'm sore in need of saving grace.
Be kind and humour me.
I'm lost amidst a sea of wheat,
Where people speak but seldom meet
And grief and laughter, strange but true,
Although they die, they seldom cry.

An ode by any other name
I know might read more sweet.
Perhaps the sun will never shine
Upon my field of wheat.
But still in closing, let me say
For those too sick, too sick to see,
Though nothing shows, yes, someone knows,
I wish that someone was me.

[snowwiewolf]

NP: Elven path
by Nightwish (again)



Elvenpath
(In the sheltering shade of the forest
Calling calming silence
Accompanied only by the full moon
The howling of a night wolf
And the path under my bare feet...
...The Elvenpath)

Hearing music from the deepest forest
Songs as a seduction of sirens
The elf-folk is calling me

Tapio, Bear-king, Ruler of the forest
Mielikki, Bluecloak, Healer of the ill and sad
Open the gate and let me follow the uncarven path

The way to the lands
Where as a hero I stand
The path where Beauty met the Beast
Elvenpath
It's the honesty of these worlds
Ruled by magic and mighty swords
That makes my soul long for the past
Elvenpath

The moonwitch took me to a ride on a broomstick
Introduced me to her old friend home gnome
Told me to keep the sauna warm for him

At the grove I met the rest - the folk of my fantasies
Bilbo, Sparhawk, goblins and pixies
Snowman, Willow, trolls and the seven dwarves
The path goes forever on

The way to the lands...

As I return to my room
And as sleep takes me by my hand
Madrigals from the woods
Carry me to neverland
In this spellbound night
The world's an elvish sight
In this spellbound night
The world's an elvish sight

[Malefact]

Here's another Procol Harum one, called In The Autumn Of My Madness (taken from the In Held Twas In I suite - a 17-minute song!). I should point out that I recently discovered that the vast majority of the songs that I like have lyrics that relate to me - and I never noticed it before...

In the autumn of my madness
When my hair is turning grey
For the milk has finally curdled
And I've nothing left to say
When all my thoughts are spoken,
Save my last departing birds.
Bring all my friends unto me
And I'll strangle them with words.

In the autumn of my madness,
Which in coming won't be long
For the nights are now much darker
And the daylight's not so strong
And the things which I believed in
Are no longer quite enough
For the knowing is much harder
And the going's getting rough.

[RoxxAatherton]

NP: Black Sabbath: Paranoid

hehe me and me dad love this song we headbang to it a lot

hurrah for mindless rock!

;D