Once upon a time is Now...
ONCE UPON A TIME,
There was a very old star.
And this very old star shined on a very old tree.
And in this very old tree there lived a very old rat.
And this very old rat
sang a very old song.
And this very old song told a very old story of a long time ago before the faeries went away...
Now, everybody knows that a faerie cannot die,
For death is made of bone and flesh and blood and mortal things.
But faeries are not flesh - they are made instead of wispy, weepy, willows, and they live as long as they have got their wings.
One night, a faerie found a mortal working near her lake, and he gave her quite a panic, and she gave him quite a start.
And when the morning came and she crept back home quietly,
'Twas not a faerie soul could tell she'd given up her heart.
Now, I know I needn't tell you what it is to fall and fall and fall and fall until you've given up your life to one you love,
And the only way that she could stay within his arms was lose her charms, and laugh and cry and live and die as any mortal does.
And finally, that fateful night she flew onto this very old tree
Where you can see she hid her store of treasures through the years.
And when she flew out, she looked about, and oh, the strife, she had a knife
, and thus began the tale that could only end in tears...
So! She flew to find her lover, and he took her undercover to a little room, as bride and groom, where they might share a bed
And before she had the chance to lift her knife and end her faerie life by cutting off her wings to live a mortal life instead,
He had caught her up into his arms, and said, "my dear, don't be alarmed, but all the gentle kindness I have shown is at its end, but, why cry you so? It's time you know my favourite game, to murder, maim, and tear the wings off winged things, my hand I humbly lend."
Then he opened up a case and watched the blood drain from her face as one by one, he proudly rearranged his conquests large and small...
Beetles, bees and gnats, and even bats, in tiny jars, their wings detached, "and yours", he said, "will be the crowning glory of my wall"
Then! Excited as a cruel child who de-wings flies and never cries,
He took what she so gladly would have given on her own,
But where she had planned a swift, clean cut, his love demanded nothing but a massacre - where once wings were he wanted only bone.
Then began he his attack and tore the wings right from her back
All dripping gore, as she turned mortal and her silver blood ran red.
In that sickly, scarring, second, she could feel the pain of hundreds, thousands, millions, bloody, shocked and screaming all inside her head.
After what could be
an hour or a minute
a minute or an hour she was silent
And had shut her eyes so tightly that it could have been a dream.
When she finally felt it safe to look around her, she was all alone, and there, crushed in the corner, were her broken wings. A scream...
...like none you have ever heard, a scream
so loud and long, the 'mad doctors' come to find her and, the fools, they think she's gone,
yes, she must
have gone and cut herself
and must be made to pray
, so they took her to a cold dark house in a cold dark street in a cold dark town, and once they had her locked behind the bars, they rode away...
'Twas I who followed that poor child from that first night to this,
How wild, and fair, and free she once had been before she was abused...
Now she sits inside her cell, just me, a plagued rat
the tale of how she, to mortality, was cruelly introduced...
The need for happy endings is a relatively modern one,
A superficial scratch reveals a shady, shabby lie,
For a fate
far worse than death is to become a living girl...
The only wings that you can hope for
Are an Angel's when you die...
(Once Upon a Time is Now)
WHAT FOLLOWS IS AN EXACT FACSIMILE OF MY ORIGINAL NOTES + LYRIC SHEETS FROM THE ERA DURING WHICH 'ENCHANT' WAS WRITTEN, APPROXIMATELY 1995 TO 2000.
IT WAS SHORTLY AFTER THESE PAGES WERE DISCOVERED (BY WHOM WE SHALL NEGLECT TO MENTION) THAT I WAS FIRST ADMITTED "OFFICIALY" INTO WHAT YOU NOW KNOW AS "THE ASYLUM", AND NOT AS AN 'OUT-PATIENT' AS I HAD OCCASIONALLY BEEN TREATED BEFORE, BUT AS A FULL-TIME INMATE. THE GROUNDS ON WHICH I WAS ADMITTED? CHRONIC INSOMNIA. THE GROUNDS ON WHICH I WAS KEPT? CHRONIC SUICIDE ATTEMPTS.
MY DEFENSE? HOW CAN I KILL SOMETHING THAT'S ALREADY DEAD?
SHORTLY AFTER THIS, MY CONDITION WAS TO BE UPGRADED TO 'OPHELIAC', AND I WAS MOVED TO THE NOTORIOUS FLOOR 22 INFIRMARY, CELL BLOCK 'A', WITH A NEW NAME TAG THAT PROUDLY PROCLAIMED MY CURRENT STATUS WITHIN THE ASYLUM:
"LIFER. PERMANENT RESIDENT. NO CHANCE OF RECOVERY."
Y después siguen las letras manuscritas de las canciones. El libreto de 'Enchant' viene en la re-edición de 2007. Según parece, en el original (que yo no tengo), lo que viene es un puzle en vez de esto.
Y después de babear un rato con ella, me voy al 3/4 a amenazar al DJ para que ponga a Emilie
No lo conseguiré, pero que sepáis que al del Requiem (DJ Kindgott), le gusta y me ha prometido ponerla
(me van a conocer en el mundo entero como la fan plasta