The Court Jester

The Court Jester (feat. FUKASE)

The Devil's Carnival ~ Grief [Album Version] (1)

a collection of covers crafted in a crucible of complacency,
these are the scribblings and droolings
of a sad, sad victim of hatred and maniacy,
ruthless and dark in its ruling. 
an album laced in contempt.
with naught but malice intent.
the etchings of a fool, under depression's rule,
covered in discontent.

The Moss

Lyrics:

If the double-row eighteen-cylinder
Air-cooled radial engine
Is not enough to tip you off
Before he slips you off the needle
Drops you into unstitched space
The wasteland which henceforth
Shall be referred to as “your place”

The captain lives by the sword
And the captain loves by the sword
When the captain dies by the sword
He'll leave you trapped in the cockpit
Crying out "Mayday!"

When a Scissor-tailed Flycatcher aerial courtship
Nosedives in a blitzkrieg from that Whiskey Delta
You can tell the backyard bomber
Never helmed a cargo crate
He croaks out undoing and doom
To the wishful safety net
You jeopardized your life to loom

The captain lives by the sword
And the captain loves by the sword
Once you elope with the captain
You'll leave on a sordid honeymoon
Trapped in the cockpit
Crying out "Mayday!"

Always the last and never the least
Always the fast and never the feast
Always the cult of domesticity
Always the jolts of electricity
Always surpassed and never decreased
Always amassed and never released
Always the past controls your mind
Never the peace you hoped to God you'd finally find

The captain lives by the sword
And the captain loves by the sword
And when he dies by the sword
He’ll reward you for your obedience
For your countenance has woven in at every turn

Even as the back, even as the back
Of the hand
Even as the back, even as the back
Of the hand still burns
Even as the back, even as the back
Of the hand still burns
From the last airstrike

Credits:
Music and lyrics - Stephan Nance
Piano/vocals/backing vocals - Stephan Nance
Programming/bass guitar/guitars/banjo/organ/keys - Josh Frigo
Violin/viola/cello - Yoed Nir
Double bass - Jeni Magana
Trumpet - John Lake
Trombone/bass trombone - Becca Patterson
French horn - Meredith Moore
Piccolo/flute/oboe/clarinet/bassoon - Josh Plotner
Percussion - Mathias Kunzli
Drums - Aksel Coe
Orchestral arrangement - Josh Plotner
Vocal recording engineer - Adam Sweeney
Mixing - Josh Frigo
Mastering - Alex Dobbert
Artwork - Rebecca DeMoss
Graphic design - Chad Lowe

Mayday!

Inside a tavern is a man with a cup
And boots of leather
I asked him what’s up and he said
Young man, you have a role to play
My hand’s full of roses
I can give you one
But you’ll have to face the sun

Black hat wearing silhouette 
With a black cat by his side
Ominous with a cigarette
He’s a man that everyone eyes
He’s a king of the quiet things
With a cup that is full of his coins
Toss him one and he’ll give you a rose
A rose that he’ll know you’ll enjoy

The king he told me to hold my rose
To wait for something that no one knows
He told me I’ll face my course
You can't have a rose without its thorns
In a second he’s out the back door
Oh what am I waiting for 

Something to happen
Something that’s grand
When will it happen
I don’t understand
Why’d I spend a coin
For the rose in my hand
If the rose is nothing but
Just a corpse from the land

I can hear the sibilance as the raindrops fall
Staring at the syllabus and the clock on my wall

Inside a tavern is a man with a cup
And boots of leather
I asked him what’s up and he said
Young man, you have a role to play
My hand’s full of roses
I can give you one
But you’ll have to face the sun

Black hat wearing silhouette 
With a black cat by his side
Ominous with a cigarette
He’s a man that everyone eyes
He’s a king of the quiet things
With a cup that is full of his coins
Toss him one and he’ll give you a rose
A rose that he’ll know you’ll enjoy

Black hat wearing silhouette 
With a black cat by his side
Ominous with a cigarette
He’s a man that everyone eyes
He’s a king of the quiet things
With a cup that is full of his coins
Toss him one and he’ll give you a rose
A rose that he’ll know you’ll enjoy

Salesmen Always Lie

Album One (2012 Remake)

Brass Goggles

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09 Pass the Kerosene

Circus - Lindsay Mendez

spoilers for MAG101! a song for Michael Shelley. me entertaining the idea of a more self-aware michaeldistortion or a thought process of  michael shelley turnin' into michaeldistortion....idk. a compilation of Michael Shelley thoughts.

inspired by The Magnus Archives by Rusty Quill!

LYRICS
I started working for her when I was still young
Thought that place could answer things I didn’t know how to ask
I’d chased answers for years something to quiet my mind
And I knew she had the knowledge I sought to find

I had a flaw you lack and that flaw was trust
I wish I'd kicked it out in time and ground it to dust
Things are more than they appear, doors and people too
The veil between faith and folly is easy to fall through 

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?





She was forgetful yet had so much behind her eyes 
Knowledge barely contained within her frail frame
I couldn’t tell what it was, but there was a density there
Indiscernible things always crowding her air

I had the feeling if she told me I could not begin to understand
There were times I’d feel ignorant and useless
Feeling she was seeing the world with an added dimension
All I could do was give her all my trust and attention

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?

We traveled north for a little business trip
To a place with a name that was fake
We shared a glimpse of hallucination or evidence
She gave me a map that made no sense

She said I could stop a great evil
It was the something I’ve become one with
With the map in hand, I stepped into the maze 
Of ever-changing colors and no nights or days

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?


I met the monster and I made it my own
Made these hallways I wandered my new home
Am I too sharp to look at, am I something unknown?
Would you still call your hand a hand if it had so much bone?

Now I can’t see my own limbs; they fade in and out
And there’s bones where there shouldn’t be
My voice is always being mocked back at me
Except for the times when it speaks before I speak

I don’t have all of who I was, maybe I was a fool
full of so much care for others it twisted me from man to tool
Now I’m just some tragedy that hurts your eyes to perceive
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?
Won’t you come through my door, keep me company?

Through My Door (A Magnus Archives Fansong)

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