Curse Be Gone!

from Of Stranger Realms by Larman Clamor



Oh, turn the lamp down low
When the night sky is high
Cos they will surely arrive in your mind, uh!

Oh, when the lamps're low, when the lamps're low
When the mountain cries out right down below
Then there's so much to decide...
Ya need a all fine decent tea tonight, yeah

Finally, with them plans hacked into yer skin
They'll respect you for what you always've been

So hush, hush, hush - and don't you doubt yourself
Twisted, two fisted, robbed of all wits and
Welcomin' the noose to end up gutted 'n' limp-wristed
Oooh, yeah!

So liquid and hollow, with a bag fulla ghosts
Fiendishly shallow, with your soul endevoured by drones
Ride that dull ole reptile and bind it to a stone
Give it a feed, head into the river
Where the wizard waits on the dawn

It oughtta be futile, it oughtta be mean
It oughtta be futile, it oughtta be mean
All odds to look futile...
Trust me to be right here

Oh, futile at last...
We've gotten futile at last
Gotten futile at last
Or at least?

So, now all lamps went out
You're at the bottom, son
It's all to be said and done
Darlin', I never been in yer deed
You're playin' a rockin' dead, dead end, owww!

So... we gotten futile at last
All the birds, they burned their nests
Hidden sword, haint be gone!
Wooden spell, curse be gone, yeah!
Be gone.


from Of Stranger Realms, released December 25, 2019


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