Songs of Serafina

Intro:

Whisper

My honey dipper…

Scream

S: Make an Example Out of Me

Intro:

Aletheia,

Aletheia...

Alleluia,

Alleluia…

In Unison Lyrics

Intro:

A whisper

“Saecula saeculorum”

S: Full Frontal

I:

Ambient murmuring

A door opens and slams closed

Tap water running

Someone inhales deeply

“I’m on TV.”

TV signal noise

S: Fugue

I:

“This is not my identification.”

…

(repeat ad infinitum, distort, static, fade out)

Intro:

We will cease to mold trees out of bark,

But instead,

We shall form trees out of nerve plexuses and roots

And feed those neurons back into the Earth,

The living brain under the soft loam...

(Number station string being read)

S: Doppelganger

C:

Noises in the walls, somebody knockin’ at my skull,

Who’s there? Go away- nobody’s home.

A mind eraser, a soul that’s dull…

Seein’ a ghost in the mirror, goin’ postal, out on loan.

No, no, I’m not alone-

Spent many nights tryna make it home.

Watched that mistress take my place on the throne.

I cry, I bleed, I’ve taken ill, I’ve gone away.

Back to the mirror, once more into the fray.

S: Dendrites

V1:

Fractals fracture from inside my dendrites,

Fresh ginko trees swaying in the breeze.

My dendrites remember what it’s like to be free-

Something jumps along my synapses, running wild.

Fractal fissure, blue-gray light, look up to the waxing moon

As all the white-hot sugar gums up my prose,

A butterfly lands on your upturned nose.

Blood in and blood out,

Golden memories in, junk memories out.

Jump, jump, little Jack Flash...

Straight over the candlestick and right down the hatch.

See him rumble-tumble, see him fish-fly,

Shoot a love arrow straight through his pretty eye.

S: Crematorium Moratorium

C:

Are you feeling warm by my fire, sitting next to your funeral pyre?

Can I interest you in a smoke, the last piece of rot before you croak?

I am a digger, a man who deals in shade,

And off to rest go all whom I’ve laid.

The brave sea captain, the Mother of Pearl, the Baby in White…

Their howling, pale faces stand vigil o’er me at night.

At the head of the bed I lay my weary ol’ dead-

For the Lord keepst me good while I do his deed.

S: Crawling on the Ceiling

V1:

Return to the terminus,

Pull the ripcord and watch me go.

Escape velocity from my dermis,

Hypnotized by the wide open beyond.

Wind me up and pull my spring,

Dancing forever amidst everything.

Drawstring heart on a wrought iron bridge-

Fall to pieces, baby, we’re living in sin.