johnny was playing
when he beat
the
devil

we
are
the
ink
that
thinks
when
your
eyelids blink


if
you
think
you will
catch me
in
the
middle
just remember
we are the fiddle
?














...
..
.

A toll rings loud and clear throughout the musty cellar,
Through the halls of the vast dungeon at night.
I wait for one of them to come down and speak
To me about the "others," the valued, the "wise,"
It's the same thing every year, this lonely life.
I hear a creak, must be nothing, I turn on the light,
Swear I saw a ghost, still nothing.
Vaguely, I've been searching for an answer to this riddle,
It will only take a few moments of your time
To sit there between the vagabond with the fiddle,
And the one who must be low as slime.
It's your call-I ask you-for your opinion,
You laugh in my face-if I seek your words-I'm a disgrace,
Riddled with handed down problems, no given grace,
A roaring of thunder, brew of secret ingredients,
From a distance I can still hear you laughing in my face,
Speaking magic spells of strange and creepy "enchantments,"
Even from afar, even from my un-chosen wife's place.

Why* you'd ask if you saw me now,
My head slung low and shoulders down.
You  used  to  be  so  big  and  strong,
Baby  tell  me  what  went  wrong.
Wh­y  won't  you  tell  me  what  went  wrong

I used to be a tower, but now I am no more.
I used to wield such power, likes never seen before.
I used to be a castle, till one crept in 'guised silly and aloof.
And razed my lands around me while I fiddled on the roof.

Electrics shafts cuts*  
The bubbling shade shakes
*Fiddling all islands

Hey ****** ******,
The cars do a twiddle,
They twist and turn on the road,
Dodging the *** holes,
Some with broken controls,
I've even seen some being towed,

Hey ****** ******,
The road in the middle,
Needs a little repair,
If you can swing by,
And give it a try,
And pretend you're a council that care,

Hey ****** ******,
Thanks for the repair in the middle,
But the road needs a whole new coat,
Take care when crossing,
Cause the road's all rutting,
You'll need to be a mountain goat.

Hey ****** ******,
Is the council on the fiddle,
Just like Nero did in Rome,
Please come and fix it,
You'll need to bring a tar pit,
Cause it's shaking the walls in my home.

when you realise

why you have to go

you feel a rapid constant

pulling you close

just as you fiddle and frazzle

lose hope lose sight lose all

but the big ol' sun will never die

stay by the light

you'd be fine