Mechanical Poet - Woodland Prattlers lyrics
Tracks 01. Main Titles
02. Stormchild 03. Bogie In A Coal-Hole 04. Sirens From The Underland 05. Will O' The Wisp 06. Strayed Moppet 07. Old Year's Merry Funeral 08. Natural Quaternion 09. Shades On A Casement 10. Swamp-Stamp-Polka 11. End Credits 01. Main Titles Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff
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02. Stormchild Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff Lyrics by Lex Plotnikoff
Lightnings!
The flaring claws Tight strings Of typhoon's bows Whiz, rave, howl The insatiable storm! Shrill, laugh, growl Like demoniac swarm! A tower steeple Vibrates in the rain Some dancing people Reflect in a pane The wine drips In highwaymen's lair The chief keeps The birth of his heir [Chorus:] Stormchild! The daughter of thunder and hail Entwined Her crying with laughter of gale Come to us and fly! Break the glass and try! Squall of a tearing gush Winds in a violent rush A moment of hush... BOOM!!! Ha-ha, what a deafening crash! Bluster and fright Tumble and bite Piercing the shower The bolt set a tower Alight! The sign of doom (Acclaims her) The deadly gloom (Awaits her) The brat of reckless man Has answered mother's croon New leader of the clan Appears before the moon [Chorus] 03. Bogie In A Coal-Hole Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff Lyrics by Lex Plotnikoff
Dawdling in the cellar
Whining on the dungeon step Underground dweller Hammers at the coal-flap Catching the gnats Tearing off their opal wings Frightening the rats Wistful ghost sadly sings: [Chorus:] "Why no one ever peeps into this place? No one sweeps out the dusty staircase Many tricks I prepared Even walls will be scared Of my face! Why rusty lock doesn't click anymore? No one opens the folding door Almost seventy years No man hears Bogie's terrible roar!" The banister has to retain Clammy scullion's hand The eyes full of fear and his hair Funny standing on end And also these lovers that flew off without the pants It should be so scary to hear my scream in the height of erotic romance "Nickering mad" "Shrieking demon in flame" So many baleful names I have had In the days of my fame [Chorus] O-oh! Sweet shades of the past Making people aghast I was the maestro of fright New blazonry every night Incredible shows with infernal guffaws Horrifying... emotional sight! [Chorus] 04. Sirens From The Underland Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff Lyrics by Lex Plotnikoff
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Lay your head on a feathery moss Freeze your mind and drown in doss See the places you have never been Let the magic begin Bountiful gilt Stained the green Never-ending wilt Covered the scene Fanciful shades Gathered on the glades Wheezy summertime slowly fades Mummified grass Cloaked the lanes Faint ruddy brass Coloured the plains Deep in the haze A pristine race Is beginning to sing witching lays [Chorus] Wonderful ballads are lugging away You won't be back if you leave the way Sometimes a well-known voice can be heard in the choir From a nebulous mire Are they contented or just magnetized? Enfettered and still mesmerized [Chorus] 05. Will O' The Wisp Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff
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06. Strayed Moppet Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff Lyrics by Lex Plotnikoff
Unending brakes
All things around creep and fly The sun awakes Eroding the black of morning sky I feel its pounce on my back So gruesome! I need to find the very track That leads to home! [Chorus:] Strayed! I'm lost again Inside the backwoods of the sylvan maze I failed! It's all in vain I guess I'll never find my own trace My chest is melting in a squeeze My noodle is to bloat The foul stench of strawberries Incinerates my throat My lovely vaults With mossy walls of soggy stones Droll somersaults Of tasty worms in mellow bones The shady barrows where I grew Among the angels set in cry I want to get me there anew! Before I mummify! [Chorus] Flowers The life is everywhere No any rotten dainty To fare Hours Are melting thick and fast I need to get me out of here at last! [Chorus] 07. Old Year's Merry Funeral Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff Lyrics by Lex Plotnikoff
Grating gabble of clock
Broke the stately silence Points got to nibble the ultimate day Clank of sounding stroke Melted down the calmness My mission is done and it's time for relay So many radiant eyes A show that I can't realize It has to be some spree For everyone but me Thirty minutes of wait Sunk in shining impressions Why have I always neglected it all? At the end of my fate I'm still crowded with various questions How do I solve them before I will fall? Too many smiles around Clue to this riddle I found Nobody cares of my personal grief Waiting for New Year's Eve Needless, outdated Feckless, antiquated I was welcomed like a king And left as a broken thing Dying, desolated Doomed, alienated Sunny notes of Christmas waltz Were absolutely false Gleeful crystalline voice of a holiday bell Was a prelude to forthcoming knell 08. Natural Quaternion Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff Lyrics by Lex Plotnikoff
[Sylphs]
I see the border of the wild wood An endless raving tide Electric view from altitude The forest spreading far and wide I'm staring on these discomposed seas Imbibing gummy smells The blankets rise above the trees Decolourising scenic dells The labyrinth of lanes Among the galleries of meadows A charming outdoor museum The pathless rocky chains And sombre holts in shadows Magnetic visions from a predawn dream [Gnomes] Amid the stalks enamelled by a silver web Bestead by oaks drowsing in the nature's lap I sop the motley chips of dreams they saw the night before I hear the pulsing flumps of the enormous wooden core The labyrinth of lanes Among the galleries of meadows A charming outdoor museum Unsettled gloomy fens Are guggling in the shadows Uncanny visions from a creepy dream Backwoods! Wicked and impious brats Always ambush here under the snags Deadwoods! Dire and ill silhouettes Prowling shadows of ogres or hags Babbling the curses Invoking the fear Tapping the hearses So grim and severe They are blustering near! [Undines] Somnolent fall is performing its chime Boat-flies crawl in a slight pantomime Grasshopper's viol is joining the glee Tracing a sweet melody Music sweeps over the quiescent pool Sated with odorous cool Lanterns of glow-worms are wheeling so freely Choirs of crickets parade on a lily Night's brimming over with wonderful theme Dying away in a hot lava stream [Salamanders] Fiery limbo Perpetual crag slowly melts Giant rocks Are dissolving as jell Sulphury steam blows Cyclopean foundry smelts Ancient blocks In this kingdom of hell Funnels and furrows Bottomless burrows Tireless belt draws ore out of mines Strings of the lorries Smoking quarries Tissue of channels portentously shines The coalers Feed the mouth of blowing forge The boilers Disappear in smog they disgorge Grasp kingly blaze Of azoic landscapes Feel your amaze See the fineness of shapes The labyrinth of lanes Among the galleries of meadows A charming outdoor museum The ruby lava stains Eradiate in shadows Surreal visions from an eerie dream 09. Shades On A Casement Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff Lyrics by Lex Plotnikoff
So now I'm left alone
Inside my dusky room The shades are slightly grown They grabble in the gloom [Chorus:] Glissading by the window-sill Suspiring in the nightly still They slowly ride the wooden floor Entrapping scents from outdoor Fantastic shapes Are dancing on the velvet drapes Grimacing in the reel In endless fuss They silently discuss The secrets that I can't reveal [Chorus] But maybe they actually want to believe in The frail and illusory system they live in Maybe they think they are sovereign wights Being the echoes of lights [Chorus] Forevermore... 10. Swamp-Stamp-Polka Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff Lyrics by Lex Plotnikoff
Damn me!
Real coin of sterling silver I found! Nip me! It was merely lying there on the ground! Felt boots with a coat I'm going to buy Furry mittens, a suit and a tie Sackful of grits and a bottle of wine Lots of things will be mine! [Chorus:] Get the hell out of me! Hang you and let me be! Give me this shiner back! Or i will break your neck! Bad egg! Good-for-nothing! A stupid thundering ass! Blackleg! Bloody murder is now coming to pass! Don't frighten me fellow! I'm sated enough With your terrible nonsense and stuff! I've found it first and this coin is mine I won't muck in with swine [Chorus] 11. End Credits Music by Lex Plotnikoff, Tom Tokmanoff
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