THE SILENT WINDOW
in the shadows of a room, hiding the shattered voices within
magick falling,slipping,gliding,
caressing familiars, love of man
pentacles drawn in quiet despiration
patterns clinging,gliding,softly
magick coarsing through my fingers
driving,surging,calling to me...
behind the silent window
a room in which the shadow thrives
silent power screaming numbly
the silent window never lies...
he saw the garden of arcane delights
where the dead can dance in the night
shadows falling,lurking,crawling
bodies shining,pale and calling
casting spell, reinacting ritual
in a land,aland of evil
his finger against a wall of blind
the necromancer,a being refined... THE CONTINUIM
starfall brings the night sky
the dark side, of the continuim
sullen skies cast no light
to light the lives, of the continuim
bleak buildings,dark and decrepid
eyeless windows,watch the continuim
negative technology heaped in masses
the rusted chassis, of the continuim
and, the twin moons shine down
pale, upon the ground
and life is drab,and life is grey
on this planet, of decay...
opression rules the lifestyle
in the shadows of this procession
twisted faces in opposition
can't turn the fate of this condition...
universal hate for sameness
pierces the mind of continuim man
there is no end to this
cries the voice of continuim man... FEMME-LA-STRANGE
walkindown the shadowed way
life goes on another day
strange women gather in the darkness
to each his own, a sidewalk princess
falling stars, a mirror likeness
mind to the ground, is this for real
painted, plastic, fakeness
is it all for real
disillusion through iceberg eyes
iron bars graced darken skies
short skirts and spiked heels
barbed wire and electric eels
femme-la-strange are you derranged
or just a babe in toyland
on the merry-go-round its ups and downs
its all an oriental thailand... NOBODY'S HOME
sister of the wind,voices calling in
listen to the cries,ancient gods arise
old and spirits new,ghosts that know whats true
all prophets watch as the fire starts...
shadows of the night,darkness turned to light
as the earth has turned,raging fires burn
survival of the soul,cast light into this hole
as the earth has turned,raging fires burn
this the night of truth,a tooth for a tooth
not just a whim,faces seem to grim
star in the sky,floating through the eye
into the light,where gods play with time...
the body is the temple,or is this just to simple
the soul has no bounds,it walks the trodden ground
old and spirits new,ghosts that know whats true
all prophets watch as the fire starts...
all songs by barry norton and mark amis
copyright 85-86 
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