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THE KING HAS LOST HIS HAT
The stone with the broken nose
Does not look but sees all who enter.
For half their colourful lives
Those who have stop running find friendship
in a house that can run away.
For the king has lost his hat,
And the gypsies curse the day.
Vultures gather with their herbs
To deliver their lines and feast on a woman.
Some snake may steal your words,
To make his friends fat
While he feeds on the scratchings of their fathers.
For the king has lost his hat,
And the gypsies curse the day.
The camera never lies:
When you’re hitching up your stockings it’ll catch you tears.
But it only sees your back,
When your ribs heave and your shoulders burst
For the king has lost his hat,
And a magpie clicks a trigger full of stories from his skull.
For the king has lost his hat,
And the gypsies curse the day.
COPYRIGHT 2007 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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Hand hang limp; thick blood coursing
Jaw drop loose; dry lips parting
Forearms fizz; fingertips pulsing
And sleep falls fast in the glowing hearth
The outbreath bellows sigh from cavern
Ember grow then sink to waking
Slow neck bending; Coal slips inward
And a spark springs CRACK in the glowing hearth
Sitting here in front of the coals my love
Watch the flames lick your locks of gold
Eyes that stare from the never fold
From mind shadows creation unfolds
Caught my gaze and you looked my way
Saw me seated in my rocking chair bay
I climbed down and together we lay
As our hands touched - I heard you say
She lies by watching; tender shadow
Reaching out from her naked pause
Lays her weight across the bellows
And a flame evolves from the glowing hearth
The flicker waves; The bellows burst
From deepest dream the heat emerges
Strikes the air and sinks to waking
As warmth enfolds from the glowing hearth
COPYRIGHT 1984 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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DRINKERS MEME
Your sharp tongue is like a razor in the eye
A missile to a sinking ship; A bell jar to a fly
I try to get you out my brains; I pickle them each night
Feels like less than half a mind living less than half a life
But there's a genie in that bottle; I'm like a man who's found his wife
But this lady is a bottle and she's eating up my life
Oh - I'm wedded to the bottle and I have to keep my vows
If I stay away she'll catch me up like a panther on the prowl
Those claws are so seductive; they pull me back each time
And in the hollows of my bones they leave their scars like hidden signs
But I cannot see them
I am blind.....
Repeat first verse to end.
COPYRIGHT 2006 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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Trog Flight (solo live)
04:27
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TROGG FLIGHT
STORY N/A
"Butterfly"
COPYRIGHT 2007 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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ROLLING DOWN HILL TO THE BRIGHT SUMMER SUN
A dance through the darkness will bring you back home
A sleep in the cold earth till warmth brings the dawn
Your golden rays flickering were a dream of my nights
And now with your waking, my world becomes light.
I'm up on a hill top with with space all around
My feet in the earth and my head in the clouds
One tiny step forward sets a beat in the drum
And I'm rolling down hill to the bright...
To the bright summer sun
I fought with a frost that was cruel to the bone
I danced on a lake that was harder than stone
Through darkness I mourned you on the longest of nights
But now with your raising my world becomes bright
I'm up on a hill top and I'm breathing in deep
The earth pushing up through the soles of my feet
Let us dance through the meadows
To the beat of a drum
I'm rolling down hill to the bright summer sun.
COPYRIGHT 2007 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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EYES OF BROWN
I looked into your eyes of brown
I fell so deep I nearly drowned
Between my arms and ember glows
A warmth that glows and longs to hold you
Close to me
My lips are like a pillow for your skin
Come rest against them... let me.... I miss you
My hands are like a dancer through your hair
Their veins are tangled
Their gentle pulse will soothe you
Send shivers through you.
I looked into your eyes of brown
But to the ground
A tear fell
COPYRIGHT 2006 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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PUMPKIN BRAINS
Behold… The Rain.
Like drops of silver metal, Feeding pumpkin brains.
There rides a vine:
Rustling leaves and tingling spines;
The breathing earth has sighed;
Pushing forth its daughters to the night.
Hark… A Beating Drum.
Far on the horizon, the dancing of the sun.
There rides a vine:
Yellow blooms with tails that bind;
Whispered thoughts for swelling minds
Robed in gold and bathed in dappled light.
Behold… The Moon
All mercury and shivers, the chattering of doom.
There rides a vine:
Stealth through shadows - out to dine;
Ankles pulled beneath the glen.
hungry pumpkins feed on bones of men!
Hark… The Flames.
Leaping cross the meadow – calling out your names.
There a pumpkin grins!
And there another; pumpkin twins.
Liked by crimson’s hot desires,
Pumpkin lanterns circle you in fire.
Pumpkin Brains….
COPYRIGHT 2006 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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N/A
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THE KING HAS LOST HIS HAT
The stone with the broken nose
Does not look but sees all who enter.
For half their colourful lives
Those who have stop running find friendship
in a house that can run away.
For the king has lost his hat,
And the gypsies curse the day.
Vultures gather with their herbs
To deliver their lines and feast on a woman.
Some snake may steal your words,
To make his friends fat
While he feeds on the scratchings of their fathers.
For the king has lost his hat,
And the gypsies curse the day.
The camera never lies:
When you’re hitching up your stockings it’ll catch you tears.
But it only sees your back,
When your ribs heave and your shoulders burst
For the king has lost his hat,
And a magpie clicks a trigger full of stories from his skull.
For the king has lost his hat,
And the gypsies curse the day.
COPYRIGHT 2007 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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Hand hang limp; thick blood coursing
Jaw drop loose; dry lips parting
Forearms fizz; fingertips pulsing
And sleep falls fast in the glowing hearth
The outbreath bellows sigh from cavern
Ember grow then sink to waking
Slow neck bending; Coal slips inward
And a spark springs CRACK in the glowing hearth
Sitting here in front of the coals my love
Watch the flames lick your locks of gold
Eyes that stare from the never fold
From mind shadows creation unfolds
Caught my gaze and you looked my way
Saw me seated in my rocking chair bay
I climbed down and together we lay
As our hands touched - I heard you say
She lies by watching; tender shadow
Reaching out from her naked pause
Lays her weight across the bellows
And a flame evolves from the glowing hearth
The flicker waves; The bellows burst
From deepest dream the heat emerges
Strikes the air and sinks to waking
As warmth enfolds from the glowing hearth
COPYRIGHT 1984 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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DRINKERS MEME
Your sharp tongue is like a razor in the eye
A missile to a sinking ship; A bell jar to a fly
I try to get you out my brains; I pickle them each night
Feels like less than half a mind living less than half a life
But there's a genie in that bottle; I'm like a man who's found his wife
But this lady is a bottle and she's eating up my life
Oh - I'm wedded to the bottle and I have to keep my vows
If I stay away she'll catch me up like a panther on the prowl
Those claws are so seductive; they pull me back each time
And in the hollows of my bones they leave their scars like hidden signs
But I cannot see them
I am blind.....
Repeat first verse to end.
COPYRIGHT 2006 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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ROLLING DOWN HILL TO THE BRIGHT SUMMER SUN
A dance through the darkness will bring you back home
A sleep in the cold earth till warmth brings the dawn
Your golden rays flickering were a dream of my nights
And now with your waking, my world becomes light.
I'm up on a hill top with with space all around
My feet in the earth and my head in the clouds
One tiny step forward sets a beat in the drum
And I'm rolling down hill to the bright...
To the bright summer sun
I fought with a frost that was cruel to the bone
I danced on a lake that was harder than stone
Through darkness I mourned you on the longest of nights
But now with your raising my world becomes bright
I'm up on a hill top and I'm breathing in deep
The earth pushing up through the soles of my feet
Let us dance through the meadows
To the beat of a drum
I'm rolling down hill to the bright summer sun.
COPYRIGHT 2007 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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EYES OF BROWN
I looked into your eyes of brown
I fell so deep I nearly drowned
Between my arms and ember glows
A warmth that glows and longs to hold you
Close to me
My lips are like a pillow for your skin
Come rest against them... let me.... I miss you
My hands are like a dancer through your hair
Their veins are tangled
Their gentle pulse will soothe you
Send shivers through you.
I looked into your eyes of brown
But to the ground
A tear fell
COPYRIGHT 2006 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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PUMPKIN BRAINS
Behold… The Rain.
Like drops of silver metal, Feeding pumpkin brains.
There rides a vine:
Rustling leaves and tingling spines;
The breathing earth has sighed;
Pushing forth its daughters to the night.
Hark… A Beating Drum.
Far on the horizon, the dancing of the sun.
There rides a vine:
Yellow blooms with tails that bind;
Whispered thoughts for swelling minds
Robed in gold and bathed in dappled light.
Behold… The Moon
All mercury and shivers, the chattering of doom.
There rides a vine:
Stealth through shadows - out to dine;
Ankles pulled beneath the glen.
hungry pumpkins feed on bones of men!
Hark… The Flames.
Leaping cross the meadow – calling out your names.
There a pumpkin grins!
And there another; pumpkin twins.
Liked by crimson’s hot desires,
Pumpkin lanterns circle you in fire.
Pumpkin Brains….
COPYRIGHT 2006 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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Cold it was when the dragon first came
With a flapping of wings and a crackle of flames.
Our houses were burned and our crops were all ash
Raised to the ground in an almighty flash
For our seasons they have changed
Our seasons they have changed
…And we are weak and cold
So we called to our allies from far cross the sea
The brave and the strong and the fierce and the free
But this was the answer that came back to me...
(Gusto Barbit alter-ego interlude)
So we called to our wise men - Said "What shall we do"
And they gave us ideas (yes they had quite a few)
But most were just crap and the rest were all blue
Cos they just couldn't get enough - no they just couldn't get and muff
Oh such serious studious fools
No lass wanted to shag 'em or bear 'em a brood
For the seasons never change
No the seasons never change
For those who cannot laugh.
Then came a young woman
Yes - "Job" was her name
With a big spotty bottom and a wonderful brain.
She said “Come on boys - I know who to blame
Let's get down to the city now boys - down to the city now”
And down in the city in the sewers of wealth
We found all those bastards who knacker our health
Baliffs, bank managers, Telly Licensing too
And all the other bastards who live in that zoo...
And we gathered them all together - We knew that was what we should do
We gathered them up into ten gallon vats
And we rolled them up where the fat dragon sat
And he gobbled them up...
And then he spat
"Go forth and bring me more"
So we brought him plenty more
And we rolled them to his door
(interlude as self addressing audience)
For twenty long years he lay flat on his back
Clutching his belly as sick as a rat
But it hurt even more when the poor dragon shat
'Cos the bastards burned his ring
Ooooh - You should have heard him sing.
With a wail like a banshee he coughed up the sun
And then with the mighties blast from his bum
The moon it followed soon-o
The moon it followed soon-o
And now with our day and our night fresh restored
We are ready to reap all our worthy rewards.
Our crops grow strong in the ash of his waste
And we throw dragon shite in our enemy's face.
COPYRIGHT 2005 ASHMANDRAKE.COM
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