----- Original Message ----- From: "Travis Edmunds" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Thursday, March 09, 2006 12:07 PM Subject: Re: Hello (hello, hello)
>From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth, > long murky middle-age and final hours long in the tooth, > he is the hundred names of terror, creature you love the least, > picture his name before you, and exorcise the beast. > > He roved up and down through history, spectre with tales to tell, > in the darkness when the campfire's dead to each his private hell. > If you look behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast, > you can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast. > > Beastie! > > If you wear a warmer sporran you can keep the foe at bay, > you can pop those pills and visit some psychiatrist who'll say, > "there's nothing I can do for you, everywhere's a danger zone, > I'd love to help get rid of it, but I've got one of my own." > > Beastie! > > There's a beast upon my shoulder, and a fiend upon my back. > Feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke oozing from his stack. > And he moves beneath the covers, or he lies below the bed. > He's the beast upon your shoulder. He's the price upon your head. > > He's the lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too, > he's your private nightmare pricking, he'd just love to turn the > screw. > So stand as one defiant yes, and let your voices swell, > stare that beastie in the face and really give him hell. > > Beastie! > > There's a beast upon my shoulder, and a fiend upon my back. > Feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke oozing from his stack. > And he moves beneath the covers, or he lies below the bed. > He's the beast upon your shoulder. He's the price upon your head. > > Look out! You'll find him hard to recognise, Cos he won't dress in black. He wears a suit of gold lame. With velvet front and back. But he can touch your trembling heart, Can touch your very soul: He'll take you with him when he leaves, He'll make your dreams turn old. Some people say that he's a fiend, A devil in disguise, He'll promise love and happiness Bright lights before your eyes, And still you know you can't refuse, No matter what you think. You just got to taste the glamour Ovations as you sink. Ride your nightmare, On your ride to hell, Ride your nightmare, On your ride. He alone can read the signs And he can read them well, But where he gets his power, There's no one here can tell. So if you're out alone at night, Be sure to take a friend Cos it gets awful lonely, In a world that never ends. Hes sure to come a calling When the shades of night are drawn a twisted blackthorn in his hand, Hell linger until dawn. You wish to stay forever young, But only he knows how, Its his blessing, its his curse, And its your decision now xponent A Communication Of Gestalts Maru rob _______________________________________________ http://www.mccmedia.com/mailman/listinfo/brin-l
