Here are three videos I made this weekend. They are all dark cautionary tales, though two are by Poe and rather grandiose, while the third is by me and so relatively unassuming.
All of these songs are previously unrecorded, unless you count very rough demos. Two I wrote in high school while in an independent study course (which when I look back was quite the zany romp, especially for a rural public school), and the third is from 2008 and was intended for a concept album.
The Conqueror Worm - Edgar Allan Poe Lo! ’t is a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! A mystic throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres Mimes, in the form of God on high Mutter and mumble low And hither and thither fly Mere puppets they, who come and go At the bidding of vast shadowy things That shift the scenery to and fro Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo! That motley drama—oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore By a crowd that seize it not Through a circle that ever returneth in To the self-same spot And much of Madness, and more of Sin And Horror the soul of the plot But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food And seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued Out—out are the lights—out all! And, over each quivering form The curtain, a funeral pall Comes down with the rush of a storm While the seraphs, all haggard and wan Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm
The Haunted Palace - Edgar Allan Poe In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Snow-white palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow, (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago,) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away. Wanderers in that happy valley, Through two luminous windows, saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute’s well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well-befitting, The sovereign of the realm was seen. And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king. But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch’s high estate. (Ah, let us mourn! — for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers, now, within that valley, Through the encrimsoned windows see Vast forms, that move fantastically To a discordant melody, While, like a rapid ghastly river, Through the pale door A hideous throng rush out forever And laugh — but smile no more.
Villains I met all the villains last night And they didn't seem evil at all They took my coat and they offered me tea They sat me down and prayed for me I met all the villains last night And their humor made me smile We traded stories and stayed up late They made me up with glitter paint And it thrilled me to the bone And I felt like I'd come home I met all the villains last night And their arms encircled me And I knew in dark weather or fine Their family'd stay closer than mine I met all the villains last night And when the lights went down They stroked my hair and they kissed my head And I slept soundly in their bed And it felt like hand in glove And I knew this must be... I met all the villains last night And in the morning sun I smelled my breakfast on the stove And I pulled on a crimson bathrobe And it didn't scare me much To see the exits bolted shut Or that when I looked in the glass Only they looked back