Song Lyrics And Lyrics For Music
here is a list of the titles of my compositions below:
Silver Rose
Black Tulips
Black Roses
The Blonde-Haired Maiden
The Moon Is Waning Over Your Grave, Isabel
White Nightgown
A Few Sequins
Sheep's-Fleece-Like-Haired Maiden
Oh Moon Cast Down Your Hair
all are copyright Mary Brett
Silver Rose
bats hover past the willows
an owl hoots in the dusk
sweet through the twilight shadows,
a dressing-table's musk
past opened mullioned windows,
sits prinks a damsel fair,
twining a silver silk rose,
into her long lush hair
silver rose
raised by only moonlight
silver rose
grown in midnight's garden
cast your scent
through dark's waves shine shimmer
for you know
your destiny must grow
within shadow
silver vases of violets
a snow-white powder puff
hearts-of-lace-framed verses
cream-coloured mules of fluff
air begins to vibrate;
She glides in on that breeze;
misty quaint wasp-waisted,
pulsating tranquil ease
silver rose
blossom now in moonlight
silver rose
beacon through the darkness
cast your spell
far and wide shine shimmer
now you know
the reasons why you glow
within shadow
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Black Tulips
Black tulips,
like the flowing locks,
of my lady.
Black tulips,
like her ringlets,
clustering.
Black tulips,
like her long skirts,
full and tapered.
Black tulips,
resonation,
of her spell.
Like, black tulips,
before the full moon,
she scorches.
Like, black tulips,
before the full moon,
she pulls deep.
Black tulips,
blooming shadows,
bring me to her.
Black tulips,
now I follow,
your scent.
Moonflower,
you're a semblance,
of her white face.
Violets,
you're her eyes,
in vision's sway.
Moist rosebud,
you're her lips',
deepest crimson.
Black tulips,
you're her essence,
flower kin.
Like, black tulips,
before the full moon,
she scorches.
Like, black tulips,
before the full moon,
she pulls deep.
Black tulips,
blooming shadows,
bring me to her.
Black tulips,
now I follow,
your scent.
Black tulips,
I follow,
your scent.
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Black Roses
The flowers you made blossom,
are cankered and diseased.
So be kind and destroy them.
End their suffering please.
Don’t be clement and warm now.
Kill with the falling snow.
Your sunshine can’t sustain them,
so with your freeze let go.
Poor black roses.
Decaying in pale sunglow.
Sick black roses.
Kill them with fast-falling snow.
Cover numb them.
Allow them to feel no more.
With winter’s shroud,
Vacate these blooms I implore.
Your warmth only promised more.
Didn’t repay it’s debt.
And you rained unevenly.
These roses needs weren’t met.
Summer is fickle always.
But winter’s true and fair.
Add to the snow that I have,
for snow protects and cares.
Poor black roses.
Decaying in pale sunglow.
Sick black roses.
Kill them with fast-falling snow.
Cover numb them.
Allow them to feel no more.
With winter’s shroud,
Vacate these blooms I implore.
With winter’s shroud,
Vacate these blooms I implore.
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The Blonde-Haired Maiden
A chick a lamb a rabbit white:
always spring, no trace of night:
with her mother, whose chignon’s dark:
the blonde-haired maiden, her nature stark.
She’ll always be Mum’s little girl
With her unchanging yellow hair
always mild and sweet and fair
she’s not going anywhere
this chick lamb rabbit
No shading’s in that hair’s blank screen
no purpose in that ewe’s soft steps
no capturing that glitter still,
which adorns the mother’s frill.
She’ll always be Mum’s little girl
With her unchanging yellow hair
always mild and sweet and fair
she’s not going anywhere
this chick lamb rabbit
you’ll always be my little girl
with your unchanging yellow hair
always mild and sweet and fair
you’re not going anywhere
my chick lamb rabbit.
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The Moon Is Waning Over Your Grave, Isabel
The moon is waning over your grave, Isabel.
The sun is fading on the sea wave, Isabel.
And the fog swirls in, to darken my way,
to our dear home with swarthes of grey:
the dear home we cherished, in such happy days, Isabel.
I wear your dark locks close to my heart, Isabel.
I’ve faith we’ll one day not be apart, Isabel.
I know you came to me in a dream,
Walked near my bed in the pale moon’s gleams,
your life and our love’s an eternal beam, Isabel.
The moon is waning over your grave.
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White Nightgown
A young woman slumbers,
In hair like sheep's fleece.
Her room's, vintage décor,
Breathes romance release.
Moon glints from her finger's,
Heart-shaped, crystal ring.
There, seed-pearls, and corpse hair,
Spark scenes of mourning.
She glides past the yew trees,
In a white nightgown.
Yoked with lace, with ruffles,
Wanly waving down.
Her eyes shine like stars,while,
The wind whirls her hair.
Oh, where, does she wander?
From whence, and to where?
In darkness, a gauze-veiled,
Figure, small and slight.
Waxen, and wasp-waisted.
Ringlets hued like night.
Scent of vanilla, of
Violets and blood.
Past, savage suffering.
Gaiety in bud.
She glides past the yew trees,
In a white nightgown.
Yoked with lace, with ruffles,
Wanly waving down.
Her eyes shine like stars,while,
The wind whirls her hair.
Oh, where, does she wander?
From whence, and to where?
The ring's glint's expanded;
A tunnel, a bridge.
Spectral scintillations,
Be-dazzle and twist.
What?s stirring, near it's source?
What stirs at its base?
The girls soul, now travels,
Through time and through space.
She glides past the yew trees,
In a white nightgown.
Yoked with lace, with ruffles,
Wanly waving down.
Her eyes shine like stars,while,
The wind whirls her hair.
Oh, where, does she wander?
From whence, and to where?
Lush, raven ringlets,
Trailed on lint-blonde kinks.
Blood-spattered, white gown.
Dreaming eyelid blinks.
Glimpse, of a knife, then
Blood within a bowl.
Images, sensations,
Seared deep through a soul.
She glides past the yew trees,
In a white nightgown.
Yoked with lace, with ruffles,
Wanly waving down.
Her eyes shine like stars, while,
The wind whirls her hair.
Oh, where, does she wander?
From whence, and to where?
Oh, where, does she wander?
From whence, and to where?
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A Few Sequins
I saw you yesterday
Gave you a card for your special day
On it swirled out some sequins
These sparkled in the light
Rainbow colours vivid bright
Alive in the rays of the sun
they made me remember when life was fun
When you and I seemed to be one
just a few sequins~
In life’s treasure box of time
So incredibly bright
Dazzling in the golden light
Not strong enough to spark a flame
to keep me from want and grief and pain
But beautiful sequins -
butterfly discs -
in life’s treasure box of time
Roll back the months now
past the endless fog and grey -
which matches today -
there was a time
when you seemed my angel
A rescuer from this hell
Oh the sparkles of your light
beset with waves of colour bright
which now make me feel -
we then were more real -
than this hindering time -
with casket with lock and key.
(repeat chorus)
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Some more compositions which I have heard to the accompaniment of music in my dreams:
Sheep’s-Fleece-Like-Haired Maiden
Oh, sheep's-fleece-like-haired maiden,
fog swirls outside your bedroom window.
Oh, sheep's-fleece-like-haired maiden,
fog swirls outside your bedroom window.
And, the moon looms full, pours silver glow,
while a dog howls in the yard below.
Oh, sheep's-fleece-like-haired maiden -
beware, beware!
Oh, sheep's-fleece-like-haired maiden,
does a branch tap now at your window?
Oh, sheep's-fleece-like-haired maiden,
dreaming in frilled cotton white as new snow?
You do not see, what's by your sill;
a face macabre, corpse-like, ill.
Oh, stir before it's too late,
to flee, this snare.
A bat flits zig-zagging in,
above the ruffled waterfall of your chest,
it hovers black sin,
it's banshee squeaks,
as your bosom peaks,
and then falls,
and your hair,
kinks endlessly fair...
Oh, virginal sweet maiden,
something dark's moving in the shadow.
Oh, fair Lambetta sleeping,
at your bed's foot, it rises from low.
It's now a panther,
above a lamb -
I pray your angels make this sham!
Or you'll be found tomorrow,
blood-drained, sheep maid.
(So chaste).
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Oh Moon, Cast Down Your Hair
oh moon cast down your hair
like the fair Rapunzel
let me climb up your tower
through the night of stars into your bower
oh moon cast down your hair
let me share your blissed spirit
though the mean witch may cleave us both
to your wild sweet songs we'll pledge our troth
moon, of power,
through sordid streets
where anguish meets
most, you give succour
snaking through turnings everywhere
the pearly glare of your locks so fair
brings deliverance, to share
oh moon cast down your hair
through the air drop your ladder
from your tower high above
grant to me your timeless food of love
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copyright Mary Brett