ANNEKE, the Pumpkin Queen, is upset about her minions being carved up for decoration.

WICKED TURN OF THE VINE

Witching hour candle town 
Laughing trees rise from the ground

What ever shall we do?
Look to the left
Look to the right
Briars closing on the light

Here they come

This quaint village soon will be 
Carved like pumpkin jubilee
Revelry to please our Queen 
Twirl among the dancing screams

We are autumn master breed 
Dancing blades of Halloween 
On your feeble bodies tread
Pumpkins crushing fallen heads

Candlelight will have revenge
On September harvest land
With a maple burning stench
From the leafy skin of man 

Hands of razor-potent nails
Cut our eyes and burned our sails
Slashing folds of saw-tooth grin 
Dripping insides down our chins

Entreaty

(no no no) No more joy for a pumpkin song to sing

With swords forged from thorny vines
They claim ownership of our demise
Their skinny, lanky bodies dine 
On raspberry humanoid, celluloid pie

Anneke carve in them perfection
Anneke bind in them infection

[Solo]

Raising creepers, relegate reshaping their lines
We take and replace and erase redesign
Our ever-well, gravity lay weight to thy crimes
La da dee, la da dee, fall and watch the equinox align

My vegetable subjects, hear me out
[We’ll kill them all, we’ll kill them all
Do to them as everyone has done to us]

Woah

Hoist the offal to the skies
As Christmas has her ornaments our Mistress has her eyes 
Sow the fields with man-ling brine 
Jack-o-lantern recipes and iron-heavy wine
Open wide the portal to our rise

Anneke of the yellow moon

Have us rise from our grave patches 
And swarm like locusts through their creations

[Now the tables turned on you
Now the tables turned for true 
Raise her high, praise her name,
Goddess of the shadow’s hame]

Rate her high and praise her name
Goddess of the shadow’s hame
Taken her tribute of indolent souls
Sated by flesh in illusory repose

Harvest of the ever-sealing night
Indeed, a wicked turn of the vine

Wicked Turn of the Vine - Reprise

Light of the dawn
Embrace the horizon
Shine through her eyes so clear
Lo, the eastern skies 

Tell me the secrets of the light
Send me the calling you hear in the night
My darling Vega

Summon the moonfall with your grace
Quietly weave the threads of our fate
My darling Vega

Love, show me the ciphers of your mind
Gather for me the momentum of time
My darling Vega
 
Find us a berth on a river of stars
Spend an eternity in my heart
My darling Vega

For the scattering winds of time

Melody divine
Star-crossed, we breath form into life
Astral passion made to fashion hearts from supernovae
Captivated in her lullaby

Wading the shallows of the shore
Riven by ice flows evermore
My darling Vega

Heaven’s decree can never stand
Once in a turn to be holding your hand
My darling Vega

I’ll write an ending to the story
Never be absent your dazzling glory
My darling Vega

Follow me light-born and ascend
Under our power this edict will end
My darling Vega

For the scattering winds of time

Time

Melody divine
Star-crossed, we breath form into life
Astral passion made to fashion hearts from supernovae
Captivated in her lullaby

Danza, Danza, Fanciulla Gentile

Heavy arrangement of Nobuo Uematsu's piece from Final Fantasy IV.

Battle With The Four Fiends

Co-written and performed with Danny Boy! (https://soundcloud.com/danny-pink)

Lyrics:

The water is up to our knees
The sound of a thousand seas
Silence awaits, its aspect forlorn
As butterflies dance through the thorns

[Chorus]
The wind’s fleeting breath
Twinning in harmony
Spinning in symphony
To balance on the edge 
Of an eternity
The wind’s fleeting breath
Twinning in harmony
Spinning in symphony
To balance on the edge 
Old fires now bereft 
Of any memory

When will we be set free?
This house built for you and for me
You listen and soon you will leave
Embrace a kiss from the breeze

You promised we’d always forget
Spiraling leaves of negated regret

[Chorus]

Sun is cold but fair 
Trace of a faded dream
Energy flow through the air
Carried away downstream

Fleeting Winds

Side To Side

feat. daVinci, Pre-Acedo, Lady T-Funk

[daVinci]
yo fuck the dirty nines, i ain't got none
flickin back and forth with a walmart shotgun
at the chichen itza eatin pizza with a passport
alien sightin's and mayan girls with the rubbersport

salvo

[Pre-Acedo]
i'll save the glock for last
got the smith and wesson with the 47
the 38's gettin heated
black eagle MGK
blow it up like confetti
baby yeah you know I'm ready
gettin sweet at the riviera
black heart motherfucker I'm a poisonous dart
here comes the crossfire
a corona at the maya
by the playa
make the girls wanna try ya  - misfire
  
[chorus]
*all my weapons are registered*
rollin up in the drop-top, everybody gonna pop
*all my weapons are registered*
wrap it up in a blunt crop, rob a fuckin coffee shop
*all my weapons are registered* 
gettin weird
with the booze
in the motherfuckin vip room
*all my weapons are registered*
where's that reverb?
i want my fuckin personal effects

[Pre-Acedo]
i'll take a quick short stay 
at the holiday
in the double suite 
with a forty in the cooler
money grip you better school her
rockin girls with the big old butts

i got one leg off the bed
like the rasta rocks the dread
dickie keeps it easy with the gucci mack ten

salvo
i'll take your dead presidents
hah, the end

[daVinci]
look at me, daVinci,
spewing words, sets of three
seems to be, way to spit
when you cannot write a beat

two sixteenths, and an eighth
not the green, on the tapes 
interposing steady lines
get that manufactured trait

what happened to my fuckin triplets?
what's this sickness 
where everything's gotta fit in a box
with this ABAB dickless 

flow that should be sittin back row
but it's poppin on the charts
cause Cardi B looks nice in a bra 
and she got a lotta dough 

i know, very fuckin insightful
that's right
load it up, pop pop pop

[chorus]

[daVinci]
got an extended clip, with extra five rounds 
to push bass to ya lip, if you live in fuckin vest-town
amy rollin up to swig a pipe and say thank you
rockin just an e-ball and a self-imposed curfew

breakin rails with lieutenants, everybody's in it
crooked cops a dime a dozen like they're paid by the minute

told you we was cookin with weed
Pre-Acedo stealin the scene
warpin and wrappin that shit around dirty beats

my compound draws at sixty 
my flows are shifty
my muzzle and range disciplines are fuckin crispy

so watch the extra mags
engage all airbags
hit light speed 
with tight weed
and burn them fuckin white flags

[chorus]

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