Topic: Spookslot: Dance Macabre!

[Nemesis]

hello 

Cinderella - Roald Dahl

I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
just to keep the children happy.
Mind you, they got the first bit right,
The bit where, in the dead of night,
The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all,
Departed for the Palace Ball,
While darling little Cinderella
Was locked up in a slimy cellar,
Where rats who wanted things to eat,
Began to nibble at her feet.

She bellowed 'Help!' and 'Let me out!
The Magic Fairy heard her shout.
Appearing in a blaze of light,
She said: 'My dear, are you all right?'
'All right?' cried Cindy .'Can't you see
'I feel as rotten as can be!'
She beat her fist against the wall,
And shouted, 'Get me to the Ball!
'There is a Disco at the Palace!
'The rest have gone and 1 am jalous!
'I want a dress! I want a coach!
'And earrings and a diamond brooch!
'And silver slippers, two of those!
'And lovely nylon panty hose!
'Done up like that I'll guarantee
'The handsome Prince will fall for me!'
The Fairy said, 'Hang on a tick.'
She gave her wand a mighty flick
And quickly, in no time at all,
Cindy was at the Palace Ball!

It made the Ugly Sisters wince
To see her dancing with the Prince.
She held him very tight and pressed
herself against his manly chest.
The Prince himself was turned to pulp,
All he could do was gasp and gulp.
Then midnight struck. She shouted,'Heck!
Ive got to run to save my neck!'
The Prince cried, 'No! Alas! Alack!'
He grabbed her dress to hold her back.
As Cindy shouted, 'Let me go!'
The dress was ripped from head to toe.

She ran out in her underwear,
And lost one slipper on the stair.
The Prince was on it like a dart,
He pressed it to his pounding heart,
'The girl this slipper fits,' he cried,
'Tomorrow morn shall be my bride!
I'll visit every house in town
'Until I've tracked the maiden down!'
Then rather carelessly, I fear,
He placed it on a crate of beer.

At once, one of the Ugly Sisters,
(The one whose face was blotched with blisters)
Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe,
And quickly flushed it down the loo.
Then in its place she calmly put
The slipper from her own left foot.
Ah ha, you see, the plot grows thicker,
And Cindy's luck starts looking sicker.

Next day, the Prince went charging down
To knock on all the doors in town.
In every house, the tension grew.
Who was the owner of the shoe?
The shoe was long and very wide.
(A normal foot got lost inside.)
Also it smelled a wee bit icky.
(The owner's feet were hot and sticky.)
Thousands of eager people came
To try it on, but all in vain.
Now came the Ugly Sisters' go.
One tried it on. The Prince screamed, 'No!'
But she screamed, 'Yes! It fits! Whoopee!
'So now you've got to marry me!'
The Prince went white from ear to ear.
He muttered, 'Let me out of here.'
'Oh no you don't! You made a vow!
'There's no way you can back out now!'
'Off with her head!'The Prince roared back.
They chopped it off with one big whack.
This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said,
'She's prettier without her head.'
Then up came Sister Number Two,
Who yelled, 'Now I will try the shoe!'
'Try this instead!' the Prince yelled back.
He swung his trusty sword and smack
Her head went crashing to the ground.
It bounced a bit and rolled around.
In the kitchen, peeling spuds,
Cinderella heard the thuds
Of bouncing heads upon the floor,
And poked her own head round the door.
'What's all the racket? 'Cindy cried.
'Mind your own bizz,' the Prince replied.
Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds.
My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads!
How could I marry anyone
Who does that sort of thing for fun?

The Prince cried, 'Who's this dirty slut?
'Off with her nut! Off with her nut!'
Just then, all in a blaze of light,
The Magic Fairy hove in sight,
Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish!
'Cindy! 'she cried, 'come make a wish!
'Wish anything and have no doubt
'That I will make it come about!'
Cindy answered, 'Oh kind Fairy,
'This time I shall be more wary.
'No more Princes, no more money.
'I have had my taste of honey.
I'm wishing for a decent man.
'They're hard to find. D'you think you can?'
Within a minute, Cinderella
Was married to a lovely feller,
A simple jam maker by trade,
Who sold good home-made marmalade.
Their house was filled with smiles and laughter
And they were happy ever after.

[Lorelei]

Nem´sis!!!    Good to see thee!!


A Tale Of The Thirteenth Floor - Ogden Nash
   
 
  The hands of the clock were reaching high
In an old midtown hotel;
I name no name, but its sordid fame
Is table talk in hell.
I name no name, but hell's own flame
Illumes the lobby garish,
A gilded snare just off Times Square
For the maidens of the parish.

The revolving door swept the grimy floor
Like a crinoline grotesque,
And a lowly bum from an ancient slum
Crept furtively past the desk.
His footsteps sift into the lift
As a knife in the sheath is slipped,
Stealthy and swift into the lift
As a vampire into a crypt.

Old Maxie, the elevator boy,
Was reading an ode by Shelley,
But he dropped the ode as it were a toad
When the gun jammed into his belly.
There came a whisper as soft as mud
In the bed of an old canal:
"Take me up to the suite of Pinball Pete,
The rat who betrayed my gal."

The lift doth rise with groans and sighs
Like a duchess for the waltz,
Then in middle shaft, like a duchess daft,
It changes its mind and halts.
The bum bites lip as the landlocked ship
Doth neither fall nor rise,
But Maxie the elevator boy
Regards him with burning eyes.
"First, to explore the thirteenth floor,"
Says Maxie, "would be wise."

Quoth the bum, "There is moss on your double cross,
I have been this way before,
I have cased the joint at every point,
And there is no thirteenth floor.
The architect he skipped direct
From twelve unto fourteen,
There is twelve below and fourteen above,
And nothing in between,
For the vermin who dwell in this hotel
Could never abide thirteen."

Said Max, "Thirteen, that floor obscene,
Is hidden from human sight;
But once a year it doth appear,
On this Walpurgis Night.
Ere you peril your soul in murderer's role,
Heed those who sinned of yore;
The path they trod led away from God,
And onto the thirteenth floor,
Where those they slew, a grisly crew,
Reproach them forevermore.
 
 

[Lorelei]

"We are higher than twelve and below fourteen,"
Said Maxie to the bum,
"And the sickening draft that taints the shaft
Is a whiff of kingdom come.
The sickening draft that taints the shaft
Blows through the devil's door!"
And he squashed the latch like a fungus patch,
And revealed the thirteenth floor.

It was cheap cigars like lurid scars
That glowed in the rancid gloom,
The murk was a-boil with fusel oil
And the reek of stale perfume.
And round and round there dragged and wound
A loathsome conga chain,
The square and the hep in slow lock step,
The slayer and the slain.
(For the souls of the victims ascend on high,
But their bodies below remain.)

The clean souls fly to their home in the sky,
But their bodies remain below
To pursue the Cain who each has slain
And harry him to and fro.
When life is extinct each corpse is linked
To its gibbering murderer,
As a chicken is bound with wire around
The neck of a killer cur.

Handcuffed to Hate come Doctor Waite
(He tastes the poison now),
And Ruth and Judd and a head of blood
With horns upon its brow.
Up sashays Nan with her feathery fan
From Floradora bright;
She never hung for Caesar Young
But she's dancing with him tonight.

Here's the bulging hip and the foam-flecked lip
Of the mad dog, Vincent Coll,
And over there that ill-met pair,
Becker and Rosenthal,
Here's Legs and Dutch and a dozen such
Of braggart bullies and brutes,
And each one bends 'neath the weight of friends
Who are wearing concrete suits.

Now the damned make way for the double-damned
Who emerge with shuffling pace
From the nightmare zone of persons unknown,
With neither name nor face.
And poor Dot King to one doth cling,
Joined in a ghastly jig,
While Elwell doth jape at a goblin shape
And tickle it with his wig.

See Rothstein pass like breath on a glass,
The original Black Sox kid;
He riffles the pack, riding piggyback
On the killer whose name he hid.
And smeared like brine on a slavering swine,
Starr Faithful, once so fair,
Drawn from the sea to her debauchee,
With the salt sand in her hair.

And still they come, and from the bum
The icy sweat doth spray;
His white lips scream as in a dream,
"For God's sake, let's away!
If ever I meet with Pinball Pete
I will not seek his gore,
Lest a treadmill grim I must trudge with him
On the hideous thirteenth floor."

"For you I rejoice," said Maxie's voice,
"And I bid you go in peace,
But I am late for a dancing date
That nevermore will cease.
So remember, friend, as your way you wend,
That it would have happened to you,
But I turned the heat on Pinball Pete;
You see - I had a daughter, too!"

The bum reached out and he tried to shout,
But the door in his face was slammed,
And silent as stone he rode down alone
From the floor of the double-damned.

[Lorelei]

Helse straf - Aubrey van Amstel


De rijke duivelsadvocaat
wordt plotseling onwel.
Hij blijkt vermoord te zijn en gaat
nu rechtstreeks naar de hel.

Daar speelt de band een helse wijs.
Macaber is de geest.
Verboden is de godenspijs.
De duivels vieren feest.

De magen blijven geenszins leeg.
Hun eetlust is een grote.
Ze krijgen koek van eigen deeg
en eten bokkenpoten.

Ze consumeren duivelsvoer
in plaats van spijs voor goden
en liggen dronken op de vloer.
De nectar is verboden.

Ze klinken met een helse klank.
In kennelijke staat
gebruiken zij geen godendrank,
maar duivelsadvocaat.

De pleiter, die - verbod ten spijt -
toch nectar heeft genomen,
hetgeen de helbaas hem verwijt,
moet op het matje komen.

Hij hoort, terwijl z'n bloeddruk stijgt:
'Omdat je dat niet mag,
verdien je 'n fikse straf: je krijgt
op staande voet ontslag.'

Hij wordt nog niet op straat gezet:
gedwongen krijgt-ie heel
veel duivelsadvocaatjes met
ontslagroom door z'n keel.

[Lorelei]

Ik, de waarzegger  -  Aubrey van Amstel   


Dat ik weet, wat u doet, zal bij deze
met zekerheid worden bewezen.
Ik zeg u gewis,
wat uw bezigheid is:
deze slotregel bent u aan 't lezen.

[Lorelei]

Beulenfestival  -  Aubrey van Amstel


Op het feest van de beulen in Mook
werd men brandstapelgek van de rook.
Een succes was voor velen
het feestvierendelen.
(D' elektrische stoelendans ook.)

Het gevangeniswezen-in-nood,
dat voldoende gelegenheid bood
voor de beulenpartij,
gaf gevangenen vrij,
want het cellentekort werd te groot.

Een beul had, voor 't feest was begonnen,
een tempobeulwedstrijd verzonnen.
Een slagman uit Zwolle
liet koppen snel rollen
en heeft de onthoofdprijs gewonnen.

Een hangpartij moest men verdagen.
Ze gingen vrijwilligers vragen
voor 'n slachtofferquiz
en de prijswinnaar is
aan het kruis van verdienste geslagen.

Een beul met een gloeiende tang,
die nog blaakte van wandadendrang
en 't beschouwde als sport,
vond het feest veel te kort.
Voor de slachtoffers was 't levenslang.

[Lorelei]

We suck young blood - Radiohead

Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sweet?
Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the wrists?
We want the young blood
Are you fracturing?
Are you torn at the seams?
Would you do anything?
Fleabitten motheaten?
We suck young blood
We suck young blood
Woah woah
Won't let the creeping ivy
Won't let the nervous bury me
Our veins are thin
Our rivers poisoned
We want the sweet meat
We want the young blood

[Lorelei]

The gloaming  - Radiohead

Genie let out of the bottle
It is now the witching hour

Murderers, you're murderers
We are not the same as you
Genie let out of the bottle
Funny haha, funny how
When the walls bend
With your breathing

They will suck you down to the other side
To the shadows blue and red
Your alarm bells
They should be ringing
This is the gloaming

And the walls bend
With your breathing

This is the gloaming

[lebon simon]

Heropgevist ! 
Vorige week 3 DVD's gekocht (echt geschikt voor dit topic)  ... en vanavond 1tje bekeken...

Dracula     - the original uit 1931 ! 



Was natuurlijk m'n hele leven al fan, maarre.. zo heerlijk om terug te zien!
En de extra's op DVD... 

^{jammer dat ik er slechts 3 heb gekocht, morgen op zoek naar méér...} 

... Hmm... beetje veel enthousiasme/sunshiny feelings voor 't spookslot, bedenk ik nu
Dus ter compensatie...   

[Lorelei]

Helaas..immer actueel.. _{heksenjachten blijven populair..}

Brandstapelgekte - Aubrey van Amstel


Geslagen was de heks d'r laatste uurtje.
De stapel hout, waarop ze stond, moest branden.
Een lucifer bleek echter niet voorhanden
en daarom vroeg de beul 'r om een vuurtje.

Ze zei: 'Helaas, ik ben gestopt met roken.
Wat naar, dat jij je werk nu niet kunt doen.'
Ter compensatie gaf ze hem een zoen.
De beul, die bloosde, bleef van vuur verstoken.

De ramptoeristen werden ongeduldig,
doordat het leedvermaak hun werd onthouden.
De beul was in hun ogen onzorgvuldig.

Toch zagen zij een aangestoken vrouw.
De uitgejouwde beul was snipverkouden
en daardoor vatte zij geen vlam, maar kou.

[Firefoot]

Heel veel mooie verhalen hier, jammer dat ik geen tijd heb om ze allemaal te lezen. Griezelen vind ik heerlijk namelijk! Ik zal ook eens pogen een duit in het zakje te doen.


Devil & The Deep Dark Ocean

A snowy owl above the haunted waters
Poet of ancient gods
Cries to tell the neverending story
Prophecy of becoming floods

An aura of mystery surrounds her
The lady in brightest white
Soon the incarnate shall be born
The Creator of the Night

Deep dark is His Majesty's kingdom
A portent of tomorrow's world
There shall the liquid give Him power
The red-eyed unborn lord

Fatal embrace of the bloodred waters
The cradle of infinite gloom
The spell to master this Earth
Carven on an infant's tomb

"I will die for the love of the mermaid
Her seduction beauty and scorn
Welcome to the end of your life
- Hail the Oceanborn!"

"Disgraced is my virginity
Death has woven my wedding dress
Oh Great Blue breathe the morning dew
For you are the cradle of the image of god"

"Brave now long rest is sweet
With me here in the deep"

"I prayed for pleasure wished for love
Prayed for your - "

"Never pray for me!"

"Who the hell are you for me
But a mortal dream to see?"

"This apathetic life must drown
Forever just for me"

"Leave me be
Leave me be
Leave me be...ee...eeee"

"From cradle to coffin
Shall my wickedness be your passion"

We shall come to set the dolphins free
We shall wash the darkened bloodred sea
Our songs will echo over the mountains and seas
The eternity will begin once again in peace

^Nightwish

[Lorelei]

Spookslot!!!!! 

Long time no see     

Mooie bijdrage vuurvoetje 

[Firefoot]

Ja, langer dan 120 dagen iig...

Dank je wel!

[Lorelei]

The Labyrinth - WH Auden
     
     Anthropos apteros for days
Walked whistling round and round the Maze,
Relying happily upon
His temperment for getting on.

The hundreth time he sighted, though,
A bush he left an hour ago,
He halted where four alleys crossed,
And recognized that he was lost.

    "Where am I?" Metaphysics says
    No question can be asked unless
    It has an answer, so I can
    Assume this maze has got a plan.

    If theologians are correct,
    A Plan implies an Architect:
    A God-built maze would be, I'm sure,
    The Universe in minature.

    Are data from the world of Sense,
    In that case, valid evidence?
    What in the universe I know
    Can give directions how to go?

    All Mathematics would suggest
    A steady straight line as the best,
    But left and right alternately
    Is consonant with History.

    Aesthetics, though, believes all Art
    Intends to gratify the heart:
    Rejecting disciplines like these,
    Must I, then, go which way I please?

    Such reasoning is only true
    If we accept the classic view,
    Which we have no right to assert,
    According to the Introvert.

    His absolute pre-supposition
    Is - Man creates his own condition:
    This maze was not divinely built,
    But is secreted by my guilt.

    The centre that I cannot find
    Is known to my unconscious Mind;
    I have no reason to despair
    Because I am already there.

    My problem is how not to will;
    They move most quickly who stand still;
    I'm only lost until I see
    I'm lost because I want to be.

    If this should fail, perhaps I should,
    As certain educators would,
    Content myself with the conclusion;
    In theory there is no solution.

    All statements about what I feel,
    Like I-am-lost, are quite unreal:
    My knowledge ends where it began;
    A hedge is taller than a man."

Anthropos apteros, perplexed
To know which turning to take next,
Looked up and wished he were a bird
To whom such doubts must seem absurd.

[Firefoot]

Within Temptation - Caged

These are the darkest clouds
They have surrounded me
Now I find my self alone caught in a cage
There's no flower I can find in here
Not withering
Or pale to me
Everyone with a friendly face
Seems to hide some secret inside

He told me he loved me
While he laughed in my face
He just led me astray
He took my virtue
I feel so cold inside
Sorrow has frozen my mind

My heart is covered
With thoughts entangled
How could it ever have felt so real?
Is there a place more lonely than I feel within?
Could I have seen?
Could I have known?
I just took it as the truth
Everyone with a friendly face
Seems to hide some secret inside

He told me he loved me
While he laughed in my face
He just led me astray
He took my virtue
I feel so cold inside
Sorrow has frozen my mind

Always there to remind me
It keeps me from believing
That someone might be there
Who'll free me and never ever leave me

[Lorelei]

Tussen kippevel en ontroering - lethargie, dissociatie & pathos.. 

Garbage- Bleed Like Me

Avalanche is sullen and too thin
She starves herself to rid herself of sin
And the kick is so divine when she sees bones beneath her skin
And she says:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

Chris is all dressed up and acting coy
Painted like a brand new Christmas toy
He's trying to figure out if he's a girl or he's a boy
He says:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

Doodle takes dad's scissors to her skin
And when she does relief comes setting in
While she hides the scars she's making underneath her pretty clothes
She sings:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

Therapy is Speedie's brand new drug
Dancing with the devil's past has never been too fun
It's better off than trying to take a bullet from a gun
And she cries:
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

JT gets all fucked up in some karaoke bar
After two drinks he's a loser after three drinks he's a star
Getting all nostalgic as he sings "I Will Survive"
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?
Hey baby can you bleed like me?
C'mon baby can you bleed like me?

You should see my scars
You should see my scars
You should see my scars
You should see my scars
Try to comprehend that which you'll never comprehend

[Lorelei]

maggie and milly and molly and may - E. E. Cummings
     
     

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

[Firefoot]

The Gathering - Like Fountains

A scar inside
For such a long time
I'll do it all over again
Can't face the wounds
Have to go on
Stop remembering
Time by time shades reach the surface
A mental breakdown, they provide
Accept, clear up, clean up, go on
and soon I'll show some pride
There's enough to go on further
Don't force to forget
Till the day I'm done with the shades
The rage I create towards myself, the hate
To claim the blame that I feel
To damage the dreams I need
Facing uncertainty
Facing the truth
Got to get on through
Blaming myself
Blame at last
...And please forget

[Firefoot]

After Forever - Eccentric

What do they see
when they look at me?
Who are they, to judge me, if they never spoke with me, never looked without laughing, never tried to see, see me

I can't believe that it's only me, the person to hate, the only left out
I can't believe how they can be so mean
if they could feel the brutal stings of their words
and the bitter cold when they laugh
once more, I'm

Running, running away -I must hide-
Can't take anymore,
A fight ,to free me from an endless struggle with life
Running, tell me how far should I go if they're all the same

This fight, I'm fighting my way trough

I don't really want to be like them,
the way they behave,
the way that they live
I don't really need someone, no people like that
But someone in a world with warmth and respect
A world without the feeling I must be

Running,running away -I must hide-
Can't take anymore,
A fight, to free me,from an endless struggle with life
Running, tell me how far should I go, if they're all the same
This fight, I am fighting my way trough

[Firefoot]

Iron Maiden - Dance Of Death

Let me tell you a story to chill the bones
About a thing that I saw
One night wandering in the everglades
I'd one drink but no more

I was rambling, enjoying the bright moonlight
Gazing up at the stars
Not aware of a presence so near to me
Watching my every move

Feeling scared and I fell to my knees
As something rushed me from the trees
Took me to an unholy place
And that is where I fell from grace

Then they summoned me over to join in with them
To the dance of the dead
Into the circle of fire I followed them
Into the middle I was led

As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear
But still I wanted to go
And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me
As I walked onto the coals

And I felt I was in a trance
And my spirit was lifted from me
And if only someone had the chance
To witness what happened to me

And I danced and I pranced and I sang with them
All had death in their eyes
Lifeless figures they were undead all of them
They had ascended from hell

As I danced with the dead
My free spirit was laughing and howling down at me
Below my undead body
Just danced the circle of dead

Until the time came to reunite us both
My spirit came back down to me
I didn't know if I was alive or dead
As the others all joined in with me

By luck then a skirmish started
And took the attention away from me
When they took their gaze from me
Was the moment that I fled

I ran like hell faster than the wind
But behind I did not glance
One thing that I did not dare
Was to look just straight ahead

When you know that your time has come around
You know you'll be prepared for it
Say your last goodbyes to everyone
Drink and say a prayer for it

When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead
When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed
And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead

To this day I guess I'll never know
Just why they let me go
But I'll never go dancing no more
'Til I dance with the dead