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Houses of the octopus
02:55
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The paper hive hangs above the door
in our tavern hear waves tear the shore
In our houses hangs the family crest
where we fight under hornet's nest
come and drink of our ancestral curse
bread and ale until fountains burst
comes the cold
our houses glow like saxons gold
and we will fight the houses of the octopus
and we'll die to protect the golden dusk
and we will never serve the octopus
come and drink of our ancestral curse
come the cold
houses glow like saxons gold
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Returned by wood winds
04:23
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Hail the signs of houses crest
High, heavens angels nest
Tall where the waves cannot rest
Made of the low tide
a knot of the olden kind
songs of vanished times
Where sea horses cry
weeps now the purple sky
written by the octopi
roll, crashing wave and foam
blow, the fog horns a'groan
row, the lighthouse a'glow
when the pipes play true home,
set the table, we'll come
when the pipes play true home
and horns call old houses known
betwixt the fog and the gloam
where the sea swallowed us whole
when the tavernside glows
when night winds whistle and blow
when our ship starts to show
we are returned home
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Fog shire
03:42
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Roll with fogs the dawn
sound they foghorn
roll with fogs and dream
rolling, as fogs we came
from the fog we were born
milk white, we drink
white as stars, our king
roll fogs, the night
cover the open roads
roll to us but beware
where thou has set
lost, our rolling king,
no sounds or sign or shine
found, in milk we drink
in fog, ourselves we find
Our foggy shire...
Roll
Rolling, as fogs we came
from the sog we were born
milk white we drink
white as stars, our king
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Tonight is a goodnight
the silver strung starlight
the warm winds are stirring
good men from their slurring
the taster, the thirster
the yorer, the lorer
welcome the dark aler
the moler, the scaler
and in come the daler
to piss on the fire
the pig magister seaks freely
of high hearts born
of the hedge born and highborn
while the pies are a rising and crooning and swooning
Time Isssss......
The twin pipes, theyre greasing
and now fishing comes easy!
the swordfish are leaping
to the sounds of good keeping
the doors are a swinging
the tavern is singing
haha, hoo, hoo, horror
the moler, the daler, the fisher, the scaler
We'll have and eelish time
free of the hook and the line
red as the sailor's delight
we'll burn the water tonight
twins pipes they're a greasing
Draw now a card,
The fish and the star (drawn*)
Things will be silver and fair
and fishing draws near
Now draw the card
the fish and the star
Things will be silver and fiar
and fishing draws near
We'll have an eelish time
free of the hook and the line
red as the sailor's delight
we'll burn the water tonight
Now, draw the card
the ship and lost heart (second drawing*)
in the sign of the horsefly
octopus will rise
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The false mosses of home
02:38
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A dance of sea horses
01:35
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The creamy horn
02:28
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dalfredeus, dalfredus
thous blast thy creamy horn
atop crown of both port and hill
and heavy grow nets with fish and eel
Dalfredeus. dalfredeus
thy creamy horn soundeth deep
to call forth the spiralwind
and causeth ships to sink
dalfredeus, dalfredeus
thy blasting would thy cease?
thou causeth men and octopus
to waketh from their sleep
go by thy, good morrow!
go by thy way!
dalfredeus, dalfredeus
thy croaking heart, thy crooken path
dalfredeus, dalfredus
thy cloaken heart thy keep
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The ants of Falon
03:24
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In the place of the Lostheart
I stare into the sea
A wave rises, in it's hand a star
where nightwinds tangle and speak
I keep of the sailor's heart
I know the secret place of flames
Roads like hearts; ruined stair
there turn into whips and eels
Voices: Keeper of the fire art thou sleeping?
Kessler the whistler speaks:
"Hearts change you know? The road changes...it goes here and there, you know? And you shouldn't go writing any of it down, you know?"
The voice speak;
Keeper of the fire, art thou sleeping?
Keeper of the fire, can thoust hear me?
Keeper of the fire octopus is dreaming
Keeper of the fire, ships are sinking
Keeper of the fire, dead men singing,
Keeper of the fire, can thoust hear me?
Where hearts and roads change,
I walk into the sea
Where hearts and roads change,
they cross and lead into the sea
Where hearts and roads change, I walk into the sea..
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Sea Tabernacles
03:07
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Red the morning, in his crowning crack the sky
Hear the warning, sea horns blowing from heavens high
Air is bending, waters kneeling, warp the dawn
Hear stars crossing, low he's caliing, Octopus has come
How far they always stray
How deep their graves
How deeply we drank, of secret wave
From every port town his houses rise
From every shore his se tabernacles will shine
And soon...we shall the octopus
we shall serve the octopus
Purple slumber, dreams of wonder, his choirs sound
Sails are burning; storms of terror, ships bow down
Wave is rising, houses shining, moon has no face
Drowned men singing, bells are ringing, under ruined place
Temples crying, Octopus crying, hear his call!
Devils spying, sunken kingdom rising long and tall
The head is speaking, the eel is weeping, in their jars
We shall serve the octopus
and as for my house, we shall serve the octopus
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Medieval velvet
02:51
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Horseman's rest
03:51
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Lay me there, when I go
and fare thee well on thy way
to the horseman's rest
where the waves tear against the cliffs and caves
Lay me there
where waves whip and tear
and the sun it sets...in amber ressurection
Lay me deep, in the horseman's rest
So i may never rise to disturb thee
and forgive my trespass..in silver (sleep)
And if my voice should echo back,
say a prayer for me..
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The candied eel
05:40
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One dusk, i came to chance and know
a place to lay my pack and woe
Where a soft fire, the place aglow
without a sign, the moon did show
where night tides, crashed low
against the stone and foamy tow
inside men drank and fishermen came
neath skies haunted with august rain
and though i never learned his name
the barkeeper haunts me, the same
and i saw a lonely jar
where inside, sweetly shone like stars
in it's strange prison on the counter top
and it's eyes were not unlike ours..
Behold, in the jar; of horror
the eyes stare, reflecting still
Behest; the awful slumber
Behold, the candied eel
Behold, the death of summer
Sparkling in my nightmares, still
Be-jeweled, in terrible wonder
Stars cross, the candied eel
And its eyes were not unlike ours
and i think we should all go to bed
and i plead my good men we should all go to sleep now
Repeat chorus
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Count Beetle Marshall, Arkansas
You would not know of us...nor of our longstory, never told.
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