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Raising Steam III

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Have you read the news today? Reports of good and evil, disaster's on its way. Have you heard the news today? There's fighting in the streets. It's the end days. But the rain keeps falling down, the rain keeps falling down It's the end game. It's time to wipe the slate clean. It's time to take a leap of faith. If ever there's a time to pray, we must kneel today. Bring on the pain. Bring on the suffering. But the rain keeps falling down, the rain keeps falling down For the end game. But the rain keeps falling down. Have you read the news today? The rain keeps falling down. Have you read the news today? But the rain keeps falling down. It's the end game.
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Let's fly again. Remember the days when we were young. Dressing up and having fun. Playing football in the park. Sitting on the swings 'til it was dark. And in our dreams we dreamed of flight. Flying over the countryside. We flew so far, we flew so high. We could almost touch the sky. But now we're old, and now I know, We spread our wings and we're ready to go. Let's fly again, from fly to, from fly to fall. …
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Nervous. Very, very dreadfully nervous. I had been, and am. But why will you say that I am mad? I heard all things under Heaven and in the Earth. I heard many things in Hell. How then am I mad? Hearken. ...
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There's a party going down like never before, They just arrived early with their folks at the door, The host lets them in cause they're in for a treat, There's a new thing on the menu, a special kind of meat. So I turned around and said what's the deal What're you doing, where's my meal. They said, hey Mr Bully you're in for a fright, We're hunting humans in the dead of the night, c'mon. We're hunting humans, we are the new cannibals, Every fight is a food fight for a cannibal. ...
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When I sit up here in Notre Dame Tearing at the streets Birds they are my only friend They're the only guys I meet Days they always seem to drag When you're sitting all alone But is it really hard to care When your heart is made of stone And I said oooh the sun it burns so cold and my mind sets free from the stone that imprisons me ... Oooh, the sun it burns so cold Freeze my body into stone. …
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Why are we taught, taught to be who we are not. Why are we taught to live our lives in chains. Why are we taught, taught to be who we are not. Why are we taught to live this masquerade. … ... As the mask that we wear cracks through the realms the establishment swears were never there, These words are woven into a spell of disenchantment now spoken. These words are woven as we dance on the chains that are now broken. These words are woven as the flaming sword of freedom is still smoking. These words are woven as a rhythm and a passion of the drums are still rolling. These words are woven with intention and close compassion. A new way is chosen. …
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I will not fear the coming of what's clear. I have no time to run or hide. I am the Hunted. But I am the Hunter.
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The sea is calm and flat and still, and the frozen water extends until the horizon steals my soul from me - and the ice is all that I can see... Poor Jenny left home back in '23 She sped a fair course across the sea With sails hung full and her mast stood tall Poor Jenny the schooner would conquer them all Ahoy, ahoy a shape in the ice A shape from the past, forgotten and lost Poor Jenny the schooner frozen in brine Hope came for poor Jenny, but not in time Poor Jenny left Lima in darkest Peru Her cargo was heavy, her path was true But in the Drake Passage she mistook her course And the ice closed her in with implacable force When the Hope found her she wasn't alone Her crew still aboard her, she was their last home For 17 years they lay in her hold Preserved by the brine and the ice and the cold Ahoy, ahoy... Poor Jenny's captain was last left alive Found with his journal about to inscribe No food for 71 days, it read No further entries, the last of the dead Poor Jenny's crew we buried at sea Six men, a woman and a dog, all at sea But the Jenny felt eerie and the Jenny felt cold So back to the Hope for the sake of our souls When night came a mist rose and temperatures fell The night on the ocean like some frozen hell By sunrise we realised that we were alone She'd slipped through the ice and the Jenny was gone Ahoy, ahoy...
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Yellow eyes in the trees Where he's scratching at his fleas And he's hiding away All the better to watch his prey Yellow eyes, unblinking stare Look away if you dare There's a hunger in his eyes And it means that something dies CHORUS Quiet wolf, silent wolf Hungers for the kill Quiet wolf, silent wolf He'll howl once he gets his fill. Yellow eyes in the dark And the moon is pale and stark Hunger burning within And he knows that soon it will begin Yellow eyes getting near Not a sound can you hear There's a wolf in your mind So beware of what you'll find CHORUS Yellow eyes in the black Wonder if you're going to crack Feel them burning within Feel them linger on your skin Yellow eyes make their move Yellow eyes don't have to prove Yellow eyes above you float Yellow fangs sink in your throat CHORUS x2
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We sailed the seas, from port to port. A thousand long-lost souls are born. Heave-Ho. Storm or calm, we never stay, We just sail onwards come what may. Heave-Ho. We've a well-found ship and an able crew, Beware these words we say to you, If you touch this deck be it boy or man, You will never again set foot on land. Heave-Ho. We'll splice the mainbrace soon boys. Heave-Ho. And the anchor never falls. Heave-Ho. You're on the Dutchman now boys, longest cruising ship of all. We sailed beneath a dead man's curse, A thousand sailors damned or worse. Heave-Ho. If you ever should spy our sails, Our curse on you will will never fail. Heave-Ho. We've a well-found ship and an able crew, But beware these words we say to you, If you touch this deck be it boy or man, You will never again set foot on land. Heave-Ho. We'll splice the mainbrace soon boys. Heave-Ho. ...
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One of us will be alive by the breaking of the dawn I'm resolved that person will be me With his blood I pay the tithe so that I may be reborn Unabsolved, the waves will receive me Blow, wind, blow! Fill my lungs with shouting Burn, sky, burn! Stoke my heart with fire Flow, rain, flow! Wash away my doubting Turn, earth, turn! With you I'll conspire He said: "I had never seen the sky 'til I gazed into your eyes From tonight our lives start in earnest Never will I leave your side, for when two worlds collide There's a spark that kindles a furnace Blow, wind, blow! Fly us to the heavens Burn, sky, burn! Fill our days with sun Flow, rain, flow Quench our thirst forever Turn, earth, turn! With you we will run" I'm the reason he's alive so his life I shall reclaim One more stab of pain won't undo me I made every sacrifice but her beauty stole my light She's so bright, he's looking right through me Blow, wind, blow! Fill my lungs with shouting Burn, sky, burn! Stoke my heart with fire Flow, rain, flow! Wash away my doubting Turn, earth, turn! With you I'll conspire One of us will be alive by the breaking of the dawn I'm resolved that person will be me
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Have you ever wondered why I turn away or just try to ignore you? Have you ever wondered why you feel the need to try to cause me pain? It’s good and it’s nice and it’s kind To refrain Did your mother never tell you not to rant and rave and stamp and storm through? Did your father never tell you not to break a heart and run away? You lie and you cheat and betray And you pay And oh, they should have told you That it’s not nice And it’s not kind It’s not polite So I hold the door And I bow and let you walk through Tea is all laid out Dainties on a silver tray The peaches are lovely this year So they say Little finger out As I sip and watch and wonder At the way you slouch And the way you slurp your tea By teatime tomorrow it won’t Bother me And oh, they should have told you That it’s not nice And it’s not kind It’s not polite Watch the minute hand As it crawls around the clock face In the hotel room Where she sits and sighs and waits Did nobody tell you it’s rude To be late? And oh, they should have told you That it’s not done It just won’t do It’s not polite
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... Come unto the corn ...
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In the gloaming, by the wood, And by the willow tree, stood Cruel Henry, By the river, this is where he murdered me. * In the darkness, in the silence, There by the willow tree, I called Cruel Henry, by the river, I whispered here, you murdered me. * Stood Cruel Henry, by the river, Down by the willow tree. Soon you join me, In forever, all because he murdered me. * In the morning, by the river, Down by the willow tree, lay Cruel Henry, Pale and empty, underneath the willow tree.
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When my story started, a very different man was I So much has changed for me in so little time Older now and sadly wise The years have worn me down I'll take this chance to tell my tale if you'll allow None could stop the factory rise, without a voice we were swept aside Men who swore to break the frames were crushed by Redcoats standing by Left with the clothes I stand in All I held dear is lost now Lend me your ears and heed my warning while you can Huddled at the workhouse gates, a family torn apart just waits Praying that the stories can't be true Through the workhouse gates, equality for all inmates Knowing now the stories are all true Behold the Master of this House, The Guardians' Rules are your world now All men that can work say your goodbyes, All women and children dry your eyes! Now sort out the lame and weak of mind, Life here is full and fair and kind No place for laments, no mercy pleas, Beginning today Work Will Set You Free.... Now you've heard my story, it happened long ago Different times and different laws, so far from all you know. How could this relate to you? Those days could not return! Consigned to dusty history books, What lessons can you learn? Don't disregard those history books, there are pages left to turn.....
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The Storyteller : A mile or more beyond the town where Roman beacons burned A long established hostelry, it stands all alone The track that marks the entrance, often missed from the road The turnpike has fallen quiet, none will call here tonight As the dizzy whirls of sleet announce the storm Bella the maid dims the lamps and bolts the door The landlord George smiles and counts his takings after Bowes Fair The roof creaks and groans as the wind bears down from Stainmore Alone, enclosed, they won't see another soul As they say their prayers to save them from the storm Waves of rain and snow spiral down Consumed by fear & darkness, heartbeats quicken now They're deafened by the howling screaming sound Then it's broken by a knocking at the door A feeble cry of "Help me" then no more The Occupants : Who stands outside? A wet bedraggled old woman bent double no less Come quickly inside! Dry clothes, warm milk, our Bella will help you undress The Traveller : "Nothing I can say can repay you for your kindness sir I lost the track as day turned into night A pauper's widow I, can no longer pay my way My daughter waits in Brough for me, I'll leave you at first light" The Occupants : Sit by the Fire! No payment required when we answer a traveller's distress Before we retire - we'll see that you're well, now take what you need and God bless The Traveller : "Let me say again, I don't want food or drink Despite my situation, I still retain some pride Now talking tires me so, I beg you let me rest Don't touch my cloak or clothing! Just take yourself to bed!" Let all who rest be drawn into the deepest sleep Let those who dare to stay awake, unerringly their vigils keep Hand of glory, keep their heavy eyelids closed Revealing hidden riches whilst your magic taper glows Stolen from a gibbet corpse, wrapped in a funeral shroud Dried out with saltpeter, I command thee now Hand of Glory, Shining Bright Guide Your rightful owner to their rightful spoils tonight The Storyteller: Though she feigned to sleep, Bella watched the stranger's movements Disturbed by their growling voice and the hood that hid their face Surprised to see new riding boots on a pauper's wife Then the trav'ler rose to six feet tall and slid the bolt from the door From the folds of a steaming cloak withdrew a dead man's wizened hand Lit the candle in its grip then the ritual began The Traveller: Hand of Glory where Roman signal beacons burned I call on age-old wisdom, let the dead man's fire return In the house where your light burns, in vain the sleepers turn The killer's hand holds them tight, alive will be as dead tonight From the gallow's pole to High Stainmore Hand of Glory, do all I desire tonight The Storyteller: Bella ran and cried for help - but no one came Sleepers trapped under the spell of that unholy flame She recalled Grandmother's tales, about the Hand of Cain Candles fashioned from a murderer, only witchcraft could sustain She grabbed the milk jug by the range, she doused the hand The eerie glow was gone, then with his shotgun George appeared! The Gang : Give up the Hand! We don't want to harm you! Give up the Hand, and we won't return We have you surrounded, powerful witchcraft Terrible vengeance, don't make us come in! Give up the hand, give up the hand! Give up the hand, give up the hand! Give up the hand - you force us to enter Give up the hand - no quarter applies The Landlord: I don't fear your witchcraft! There were others before you Who broadened my learning Here's my reply..... The Storyteller: Though many years have passed and the story has become folklore Many still believe the Hand of Glory is on Stainmore The Spital Inn the legend says, but no-one's really sure After all, it's only make believe.... But if you're travelling late at night in Winter weather foul and You lose the road then spy a coaching inn you never knew about and You see a warm and welcome glow, the sign says "Vacancies" Don't fall asleep in that hostelry tonight Shine on, shine on, shine on From the Gallow's Pole to High Stainmore Hand of Glory, sleep well tonight
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The city´s blood is rushing In and out of me. I have to close my eyes to feel the moving sea. The city´s living, breathing her own reality. I wonder when it happened that this got part of me Heartbeat – Streetbeat – Workbeat – Hive. My Beat - Your Beat - Our Street – Life I am part of the living That keeps me alive. I am a fighting soldier in this big beehive. I love this awesome city with all the heat of life. I love the city monster The city keeps me running when I just wish to sleep. It makes me always crawl upwards To be top of the heap. The city´s one and millions who do the same as me. I feel like part of this beast And it is part of me The city is my lover and my worst enemy. I run and duck for cover trying to dig me free. This city bore me bravely till time did come for me. I am this city, I am the vast plurality
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What will I be when I lose my bones? What god carry me through waves of bitterness?What shall I do when I´m down and out? Will you be there to drag me further? I think not. I´ll be alone, all by myself. Beauty is my profession - but what will happen the day I lose my eye? I sing my own words but who will listen when my tongue goes dry? I´ll die alone, all by myself. Will I remember flowers, will I remember rain? will I remember birds and songs like when we were alive? Will I remember feelings, Will I remember care? will you remember who I was when I´m no longer there The moments I´m happy in life are while I´m dancing - but my legs are treacherous... It´s like my life´s just beginning but the truth is hard and life is murderous. I´ll die so soon and all by myself.
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Corvidae, come after me Corvidae, I shall not flee One for sorrow Two for joy Three for a girl Four for a boy Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret never told Eight for a wish Nine for a kiss Ten for a bird You must not miss One for sorrow Two for mirth Three for a funeral Four for birth Five for heaven Six for hell Seven for the devil, his own self
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It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; When Death came in to steal her from me I tried to put up a fight But I was no match for that figure cloaked in black And I lost my bride to the night She was a child, I was a child In that kingdom by the sea How cruelly then she was taken from me My beautiful Annabel Lee She was singing at her piano Such a beautiful sight to me But blood has now consumed our lives It is dripping from the keys She was a child, I was a child In that kingdom by the sea How cruelly then she was taken from me My beautiful Annabel Lee "Let me have under her own hand A letter bidding me goodbye I may die, My heart will break But I will say no more." It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea. She was a child, I was a child In that kingdom by the sea How cruelly then she was taken from me My beautiful Annabel Lee
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Would you like to come and fly with us? And see a viewing of the world surrounding you and me. Soaring high above the clouds and being as you are. Leave the ground and city far behind. And come fly with us. Way up here there's nothing standing in our way. Working through the fears that come to us night and day. Cast away the darkest web that held you to the ground. Try reaching up towards the sun. Climb aboard where we can live as one. And come fly with us. Come fly with us. Come fly with us. ...
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Hands of brass and wire frame Polished glass and optic pane Probes my world, seeking understanding. I wonder at it all in vain Nothing I see can explain This consciousness ever expanding. Given life does soul provide my algorithmic thoughts reside In wire springs and logic gates, yet more than logic permeates. Please tell me, what is this life? Flesh. Wire. Metal. Bone. Flesh. Wire. Metal. Bone. Oh, Mother, reveal to me, how is it I came to be. Wind my heart here deep engage. Pressure builds in wire cage. Spinning down my time clock ticking all the while. I wonder at my newborn state, inorganic yet animate. Frantic thoughts post down endless wires. Given life does soul provide my algorithmic thoughts reside In wires springs and logic gates, yet more than logic permeates. Please tell me what is this life. ...

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A virtual, downloadable festival of Steampunk and alternative artists! All the fun of a really good festival without the drawbacks..
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You can purchase tickets and downloads from this site, raising funds for and awareness of New Futures Nepal (reg no 1142984).

The Raising Steam 2024 Festival is a festival full of alternative and independent musical artists, poets, authors, performers and storytellers, taking place from 11 - 14 July 2024 in Bromsgrove, B60 4AL. All profits go to New Futures Nepal.
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