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Jareth Be PreparedJareth:
I never thought goblins to be esential.  
they're crude and unspeakably plain
but maybe they have glimmer of potential
when aligned with my vision and brain

I know that your powers of retention
Are that of a squirell on catnip
But thick as you are, pay attention
Your about to go an a big trip

there's a girl who is full of potential
who is brooding just above ground
it's important she thinks she's alone there
You'll be bogged should you be found!

Let's prepare for a wish of a lifetime
Be prepared for our dreams to come true
the queen will be coming
and you'll keep her running

Hoggle:
but why would we do that?

Jareth:
so we'll win
Walking BluesGive me your hand, babe, let's go walking today.
We will walk until we're seven hundred miles away.

We will walk in the park and hear the mockingbird's song.
Every note they sing is right, they never get one wrong.                                                

We will walk by the ocean, and hear those whales singing too.
They have a song sweet as honey, if honey were blue.

We will walk through the orchard where the jujubes grow.
We will pick and eat the ones that are hanging down low.

And we will tiptoe around any trouble we find.
You know, even Superman takes a day off sometimes.

We will walk in our sandals, we won't need boots or sh
dark lullabyI can’t help it, it’s not fair
I sense something in the air
There’s voices undefined
It’s the wind, part of my mind
There’s bleakness about this place
Like darkness that hides in lace
Rain descends slowly
A coldness of the unholy
My soul grows icy

I can’t help it, it’s not fair
A face hidden in the briar
Roses prick and blood me
Someone hides, I can’t see
Wind picks up swirling around
My body feels as if it’s bound
He reaches out to feel
My eyes flutter, it’s surreal
My soul burns bright

I can’t help it, it’s not fair
He touches me, I don’t care
His claws pervade
My 'We Didn't Start the Fire' LyricsCamp David, First Gulf War,
Mandela, Desert Storm,
Hurricane Andrew,
NAFTA, Google.

Rwandan genocide,
Forrest Gump, Columbine,
Riots in the LA,
Tony Blair and Y2K.

Operation Orchard,
George Bush the younger,
9/11, Eurozone,
VT shooter on the phone.

Doomsday Clock, Columbia,
Michael Jackson, Obama,
Swine Flu, Facebook,
Bin Laden, Sandy Hook.

Gangnam Style, Mayans wrong,
Aurora, Boston bombs,
Attack in Benghazi,
Arab Spring and BP.

Lucas Arts, Wiki Leaks,
SOPA, LGBT,
Jong-un comes to power,
Chelyabinsk meteor.
Equestrian Pie (Parody of American Pie)[Intro]
A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that friendship used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those ponies prance
And maybe we’d be happy for a while

But Discord’s presence made me shiver
Like an ice cold, frozen river
Something felt absent
We were missin’ the elements

I can remember when I cried
When I read about her fallen allies
But something touched me deep inside
The day the friendship died

[Chorus]
So bye-bye, Miss Equestrian Pie
Flew to the clouds all enshroud, but bare was the sky
And all those colts were drinkin' cider all night
Singin' "This'll be the day that I die
Lullaby Of A Suicidal SoulSo love me, my sweet, and lay me low

My heart will not survive this blow,

Sing me your farewell lullabies,

For tonight, my dear, I sleep to die.

Your heart is pure, your eyes are blue,

But there is nothing I can do for you,

It will all be okay, just hush and sleep,

For me, my darling, don’t utter a peep.

So love me, my sweet, and lay me low

My heart will not survive this blow,

Sing me your farewell lullabies,

For tonight, my dear, I sleep to die.

Tonight, my dear, we sleep to die…
Rumpelstiltskin poor soulsRumple:
The only way to get what you want is to learn magic yourself.

Regina:
Can you teach me?

Rumple:
My dear, sweet child. That's what I do. It's what I live for.
To help unfortunate townsfolk like yourself.
But if I do, you'll owe me a favor. hehehe

I admit that in the past I was the darkone
They all feared me and called me, well, an imp
But despite all that you've heard
You can take on my word
that with magic you will never be a whimp
True? yes.
And you fortunately know a little magic
It's in your blood though i admit it's unrefined
And in the end this might just hurt
But ask just what it's worth
to be capable of all that's on your
Burning LightBurning light,
Shining bright,
Let your face declare
My divine might!

Burning light,
Pierce the night,
And shine in this truth!

(interlude)

Absolution,
Courage,
Wisdom and control.
All of these can vanish
In a blink.

Still I hold
This Burden
Closer than I can,
Because I must.
Because I must!

(interlude)

Burning light!
Pedestalhow long will your clothes be in fashion
the flavor of the month is your only passion
what will you do when beauty fades
Girl you've got no personality to compensate

so you look down on others from your homemade pedestal
but it wont be long before you tumble and fall
time will erode everything you know

so look down on others now from your homemade pedestal
but it wont be long before you tumble and fall
time will erode everything you know

how long will you be able to tense your muscles
you only use your knuckles but never learnt to cuddle
how long can you pretend that you are tough
because an old man isn't intimidating when he has n
Dance to the musicDance to the music, sing with all your heart
Hold on together, friendship's like an art!
Dance to the music, sing the night away,
Let's have a party, and send the pain away!

~ Live on, stay strong~
~Don't lose yourself in pain~
~Live on, stay strong~
~Listen to the rain~

Dance to the music, sing with all your heart
Live on forever, each ending is a start!
Dance to the music, sing every day!
Listen to your melody, one only you can play!

~Think fast~
~Dream high~
~Be strong~
~Live your liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife!~

Sing to the music, dance until you drop!
If you keep on climbing, I'm sure you'll reach the top!
Sing to the music, dance your life
BroomsticksOh these broomsticks are made of sugar
And the cracks in the foundations are too
And i'm quite sorry to say this,
But the scurrying inside the walls isn't new
New
New
 
Oh these miracles are made out of nothing
And the shackles you're forced to wear are too
And i'm quite sorry to say this,
But every word I say is quite true
True
True
 
And every word I say
Is carefully scripted
By invisible people
Living very encrypted
Lies
Again...
 
Oh these broomsticks are made of sugar
And every word I say
And the cracks in the foundations are too
Is carefully scripted
And i'm quite sorry to say this,
By invisible people
But the scurrying inside the walls isn't new
 
And every word I say
Is carefully scripted
By invisible people
Living very encrypted
Lies
Again...
B-My blood type is B negative
Count Dracula took almost all of my blood
I wonder where, where it will go
If there is, there is a great flood
My Dad’s type is A something 
And my Mom’s type is plain AB
I wonder how, how you can get
Brown eyes from eyes as green as the sea
My Dad’s type is A something 
And my Mom’s type is plain AB
I wonder how, how you can get
Brown eyes from eyes as green as the sea
My blood type is B negative
My blood type is B negative
Count Dracula took almost all of my blood
I wonder where, where it will go
If there is, there is a great flood
In case of an emergency,
My number’s 6-4-3-2-1
Call it as soon as you can
Because my heart’s on, on the run
My Dad’s type is A something 
And my Mom’s type is plain AB
I wonder how, how you can get
Brown eyes from eyes as green as the sea
My blood type is B negative
My blood type is B negative
My blood type is B negative
Count Dracula took almost all o
The Victory of LossThe more I know,
The less I say
There is no other way
All the things I know are true
Can't be passed along to you
But I still wanna stay

I don't know
How to explain
The only thing I feel is pain
I have no heart
Only a brain
But I can't stay sane

The fire will burn
The wind will blow
That's the only thing they know
Like them, I can only do
The things that I was meant to
But I am gonna miss you

No more words,
So no more lies
On my lips, the truth just dies
I cannot open my eyes
To see the message in the skies
But I will never rise.

~G.K. (Kreatress)
That Pentecost is Light GreenAt pinsen den er lysegrøn/That Pentecost is light green
A modern psalm for Pentecost

That Pentecost is light green
And the beech wood divinely beautiful
With sun and anemones.
Then all small birds sing
But Pentecost also plays on
The deep organ notes.

On the church's first birthday
Then victory was created from defeat
And that is the joy of Pentecost.
And the word of the Lord creates
A congregation, a spring earth
With sun and wind and water.

God makes once more the withered green
And all the ugly becomes beautiful
In the hands of the Lord given.
But first the word must like a seed
In the winter deep down to die.
Before it rises to life.

Standing stillThere is nothing worse than a dreamer standing still
Just watching the white clouds drifting by in the clear blue sky
While on your back in the green greassy hill
Not moving forward at aøø

And your dreams like the clouds
Are drifting away
While you are standing still
They are leaving you behind
So say goodbye
As they disappear behind the horizon
The sun will descend
And leave you in the dark
The cold and bitter dark

Fond memories of how it used to be and of how it could have been
Tearing you apart and makes you wish to go back to the past
But it's too late to change the past that has gone past you
Although you can still shape
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The Traveler's Tale

:icondudelrok:

Blade of fire,
Blade of health,
Hidden in Heaven.

Fear not Justice,
Fear not Divine,
They are one.

Fear Dominica's walls,
Fear Dominica's wrath,
Find The Library.

First the book,
First the riddle,
Then the journey.
:icondudelrok:
A poem intended to be within The Tale of Captain Red: Redux in which the first part of the story is firmly centered around.

It's intention is that of directions, as pirate songs go. Ya know... it's totally iconic and stuff. :\

Dominica is a giant clockwork-type-city within the story that is overrun with "soulless monsters" and "mutations of man and beast."
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Mood: Joy ~Mr8att3ry Jan 18, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I actually love Pirates and would love to read this Tale of Captain Red! I can never write a good song or poem for my stories but wish I could. The word choice here is so...powerful! Bravo!

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~DudelRok Jan 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
The poem might be a bit misleading to the larger piece of writing, since The Tale of Captain Red boarders on Absurdism pretty harshly. :XD:

Either way, thank you for the comment. It's nice to hear the poem did what it was supposed to do.

And comment returned! :D
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