Fight of the Phoenix
Annie Miller
Fine and fancy, she named Chancy, sings songs not of carousel.
Make it mournful make it fearsome make it howl down deep like hell!
While she prancing, demon dancing, round the fire smoke and fume.
Lightly lying, slowly dieing, crooning crying songs of doom.
Where's the wonder buried under – cringing, sighing for release?
Where's the hopeful under mopeful praying for a moment's peace?
Hear the clanging ringing wrangling in my minds chaotic storm.
Here the fire. Here the pyre; built for life as yet unborn.
Sing of reasons sing of treasons sing of music made from life.
Sing a warring song of warning - melodies made latching strife.
Here the answer mystery dancer,
Annie Miller
Fine and fancy, she named Chancy, sings songs not of carousel.
Make it mournful make it fearsome make it howl down deep like hell!
While she prancing, demon dancing, round the fire smoke and fume.
Lightly lying, slowly dieing, crooning crying songs of doom.
Where's the wonder buried under – cringing, sighing for release?
Where's the hopeful under mopeful praying for a moment's peace?
Hear the clanging ringing wrangling in my minds chaotic storm.
Here the fire. Here the pyre; built for life as yet unborn.
Sing of reasons sing of treasons sing of music made from life.
Sing a warring song of warning - melodies made latching strife.
Here the answer mystery dancer,
dance away
way out of sight.
Where the answer,
Where the answer,
history prancer
dimming
dimming
out my light.
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