Songs

ABOUT THE SONGS/ LYRICS

Many of our songs have occult, pagan or mythological themes. "Maenads" is about the Rites of Dionysios and Eleusis. "Gris-Gris" is a hymn to Marie Laveau. Thea and Mikaela chant an authentic Vodou praise chant for her...singing along with it is reputed to bring luck in love. "Gris-Gris" also describes the ritual for summoning Mme. Laveau at her gravesite in New Orleans. "Luna (Draw Her Down)" is about the Wiccan rite of Drawing Down the Moon

Maenads (a hymn for Dionysios)

In your eyes, the secret sign,

The whisper formed in rhyme

You call the dance, they come, entranced, alight

CHORUS

And I am raining down again

As the blood falls on stone again

And I will dance with you again

The circle dance --

They whirl and chant,

Enraptured with delight

With scythe and lyre

in smoke and firelight . . .

With wild eyes

With songs and sighs

They call upon you now

To join the dance

And drink the Kykeion

GRIS-GRIS (for Marie Laveau)

Well, I've been walkin'

Walkin' down that sad road

Hey I been roamin'

Rolling down that same dirt road

CHANT

Ore yeye Mam'zelle Marie

Ore yeye O

Ore yeye Mam'zelle Marie

Ore yey' gris-gris

CHORUS

And the banshees howl

And the night dogs wail

The loup garou, the full of moon, death rattle

Shake for me

Death Rattle

Take some John Root

Boil it in your cauldron

Then you get some Beth Root

Stir it down for healing

CHANT

CHORUS

Bring Her red flowers

To her tomb at midnight

Knock and draw three X's

With red brick in moonlight

Luna (Draw Her Down)

Sun rises, and you're seeking shelter from dawn

Light surrounds you: rosy-fingered morn

CHORUS

You, who are wild

You who are beautiful

Who run in the shadow of the bright day . . .

She waits for you in shadow

Petals of the withering rose

A thorny path she leads you

Down into your sweet repose

CHORUS

BRIDGE

Deep in the night, in your darkest hour

(Draw her down)

You, queen of starry nights

(Draw her down)

You, made of fireflies

(Draw her down)

You, shining silver light

(Draw her down)

You, queen of endless night

(Draw her down)

She comes to you in dreaming

Her twilight-sadness song

Softly rain her kisses

In silver light upon your face

Like a Glass of Wine

Hey pretty baby, what's going on in your mind?

We have tried so many times, why do you try to fight it?

If I'm gonna change, there's got to be a reason

We've split up so many times, like the passing of the seasons

So the news that you're leaving goes down like a glass of wine

The news that you're leaving comes as no surprise

Midnight comes nightly, the whistle wind does blow

Every day, you propose and then you get your coat

It breaks my will and spirit, demoralizing tears

You have trouble being serious, all because of your fear

So the news that you're leaving goes down like a glass of wine

The news that you're leaving comes as no surprise

CHORUS

Why can't we get it right this time?

Drown myself in this glass of wine,

And I'm stronger now, so much stronger now,

I'm much stronger now

Hey pretty baby, what's going on in your mind?

We have tried so many times, you know we just can't fight it

If life is strange, it must be within reason

Now you're in the cold this time, standing there and freezing

Starfall

A star falls into the moonlit ocean

A star falls into the deep green sea, still burning

Splintered shipwrecks and treasures tremble

Ghosts of sailors are yearning to be free

And the ocean pulls you down

The moonlit ocean . . .

And all your fears, and all your pain

Come, gather to me . . . the rose in the flame

Staring out from upon my island

Steam is rising and clouding all I can see

So far distant I cannot fathom

Further than any eye or mind can see

Can't imagine that blazing beauty

That shooting star is a suicide to be

And the ocean pulls you down

The moonlit ocean . . .

And all your fears, and all your pain

Come, gather to me . . . the rose in the flame

"Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean . . . roll!

10,000 fleets sweep over thee in vain

Man marks the earth with ruin . . . his control stops with the shore

Upon the watery plain

The wrecks are all thy deeds . . .
nor doth remain a shadow of man's ravage, save his own, when, for a moment like a drop of rain

He sinks into thy depths, with bubbling groan, without a name

Unknelled, uncoffined and unknown."*

The ocean, pulls you down, the moonlit ocean . . .

And all your fears, and all your pain

Come, gather to me . . . the rose in the flame

*From "Child Harold's Pilgrimage" by Lord Byron.

Her Confessor

There was an oil painting in this charnel house

Beset with crumbling flowers scattered all around

He stood in the open doorway, six-gun in his hand

Waiting to confess her, confess her, yeah

CHORUS

Where did you go?

Where have you been?

What have you seen tonight, my love?

The sunlight slowly fading, she's tearing at the walls

Watching as the mirrors fall to the ground

A shadow on the stairway, he dare not tip his hand

Waiting to confess her, confess her yeah

CHORUS

A desperate light falls on her in this charnel house

The dry old voices calling, she goes without a sound

He stands in the open doorway, his one last chance to see

No time for condemnations or lost apologies

Tattooed Rain

She's something special,

She says, "Can you give me a light?"

You’re lookin’ deep into her eyes, thinking 'everything'll be alright . . . '

A bottle of whisky and a packet of smokes

And you're on your way back home

Saying to her, "Baby, no, I'll never ever leave you alone"

CHORUS

Her tattooed rain comes falling down

Tattooeed rain, from sky to groun

Next morning, you're driving on down that road

Not sure what happened or even which way you should go

Down through the valleys and up to the mountaintops

You're driving too fast, she's begging you, "Baby, please don't stop..."

CHORUS

She's an angel, of that you are quite assured

She's thinkin' different, man, she'd really like to get you cured

A bottle of whisky and a packet of smokes

And you find yourself alone

Crawling to her door, begging her to please take you back . . .

Her tattooed rain comes falling down

Tattooed rain, from sky to ground

Her tattooed rain haunts you now

Tattooed rain from sky to ground

High Enough To Reach

You take the silver lining from the clouds

Send it to a pawn shop and spend it on yourself

You like your favors wrapped neatly in doubt

Your mental compass is pointing north to south

CHORUS

You are high enough to reach

I'm not dumb and you're not blind

You are high enough to reach

Take those shutters off your eyes

You are high enough to reach

Realize the value of your mind

I see you coiled like a boa in a box

Red-faced shy behind those dyed bright locks

Don't look to me, you'll catch up with the clocks

Under the spell of those tiny white rocks

CHORUS

BRIDGE

There comes a time

When you think about tomorrow

The past is the past, you’ve got to let it go

Feel good about yourself, ‘cause you are not the same

When you are high

CHORUS

SVENGALI

"Svengali," written by Kevin, borrows the image of a wild-staring hypnotist
character from George du Maurier¹s 1894 book, Trilby. The character was
again made famous by actor John Barrymore in the 1931 film, "Svengali."
Svengali has become a generic term for anyone who tries with evil intentions
to force or persuade someone else to do his bidding. In the lyrics of this
hard-rockin¹ song, the protagonist is unimpressed by a Svengali-like man
who tries to impress her with his wealth and influence. Kevin based the
lyrics of the song on a true story told to him by a close friend.

In May 2001, Kevin asked Jonathan Shaw of Fun City Tattoo in New York
to recreate the cover of the 1894 Edition of Trilby as a tattoo.
Shaw has tattooed dozens of celebrities, including Johnny Depp.

Svengali

Gonna tell you a secret

A little gory story

About beauty and the beast

You came from the East Coast

With all your New York glory

No limosine can change me

CHORUS

There's no svengali

Who could make me love you

I don't know that you're alive

I can think for myself

No help from someone else

I can't be hypnotized

You shower me with presents

Fifth Avenue treasures

Money can't buy who I am

Even your letters tell me

That you move too fast

Is there a message I can send?

CHORUS

Put away your gold and your lies

I won't look into your eyes

All lyrics are used by permission.