Other songs.

I'd like to do "Something Wicked This Way Comes." Also some more Shakespeare songs, though I don't have any particular ones in mind. An orchestral version of the 5th Element diva song? Maybe cover a Decemberists song.

The Short First Life of Hazel Levesque

It was not long before I saw this gift was a true curse.
Be careful when you wish for all the riches of the earth,
For when you live in poverty, you wonder what is worse.
When jewels take the lives of men, it shows what they are worth.

I don't know why it fell to me to bear this awful skill.
He came to her and she gave him a wish she could fulfill;
They come to me from in the earth, deeper than man can till;
It came to her, and she obeyed the voice's evil will.

Now far from home I take my plight,
Row to an island out of sight,
Resurrect this evil thing,
A body's gold and silver gleam.

Though I may have died a hero when I shoved it underground,
I thought Elysium was too good for one who'd done such wrong.
My mother, controlled by the voice, to Tartarus was bound,
Forever with the monsters and the sinners to belong.

I bartered at the judgement for my mother's and my soul,
So to the fields of Asphodel we were deemed to go.

Therein we shuffled, silent, ghostly spirits blank and bare,
Susurrating memories of lifetimes short and gone.
And in the misty grayness, so grimly waiting there,
I met a son of Pluto, my half-brother never known.

sheet music

The only way I have thought of to share sheet music, is just to post an image of it in the body of a post. Not great, but I can't come up with anything else.

Assuming anyone ever writes music.

House of the Silver Snake

There is a house at Hogwarts,
They call it Slytherin.
It's been the ruin of many a pure witch
Once she was sorted in.

With one foot in the Dark Arts,
The other in the flame,
The head of house is Severus Snape
With bravery and shame.

Oh mother, tell my sisters
Not to go where I have gone.
When the Sorting Hat is on your head,
Just choose a different one.

Oh mothers, tell your wizards
That it's for their own sake.
Don't follow in the Dark Arts
In the house of the silver snake.

There is a house at Hogwarts,
They call it Slytherin.
It's been the ruin of many a pure witch
Once she was sorted in.

Horror in My Soul

There is horror in my soul today,
And bitterness and gloom.
More umbrage than can be held
In any earthly doom.
There is horror, darkest horror
That corrodes each corner of my soul.
Each waking day and deathly night,
There is horror in my soul.

There is night time in my soul today.
I never knew the sun.
Each day and night I must keep
A candle burning dim.
There is horror, darkest horror
That corrodes each corner of my soul.
Each waking day and deathly night,
There is horror in my soul.

There is winter in my soul today,
Frozen, ghastly and grim;
And falling from the sky above
Are wings of cherubim.
There is horror, darkest horror
That corrodes each corner of my soul.
Each waking day and deathly night,
There is horror in my soul.

There is madness in my soul today,
An impenetrable fog
Where ghosts are hazy shadows near
And memories walk on.
There is horror, darkest horror
That corrodes each corner of my soul.
Each waking day and deathly night,
There is horror in my soul.

The Man with a Face

There's a man with a face on the back of his head
He did whatever the head-face said.
He wore a large turban to cover his plight
For the face on his head was a gruesome sight.

He was a professor at old Hogwarts,
But the job was cursed, and so he was forced
To travel the world after just one year,
And when he returned he was filled with fear.

He never did say what horrors he faced,
But when he came back, his hair had been replaced
With a pasty, writhing, evil mug
That survived by drinking unicorn blood.

There's a man with a face on the back of his head
He did whatever the head-face said.
He wore a large turban to cover his plight
For the face on his head was a gruesome sight.

So Lovely

I saw her walking
Down by the sea
Atop the cliffs were
Just her and me.

“You’ve a new mantua
Of silk and linen.
Can your father grant
Such costly clothing?

Do you keep your figure
With stays and poison?
Is it for yourself
Or another reason?

For you are so lovely, love
From your skin to your bones
For you are so lovely, love
And I’ll hold you close
For you are so lovely, love
When you scream such lovely tones.

Where is your love, love?
He comes here nightly
I know you think of him
When you smile brightly.

Where is your love, love?
I’ve often seen him
With velvet coat and
An up-cocked hat brim.

Does he bring you gold, love?
Does he bring you silver?
Does he kiss your lips, love?
Does he make you quiver?

Who is your love, love?
A robber of the sea?
Is he a gentle noble?
Is he better than me?

For you are so lovely, love
From your skin to your bones
For you are so lovely, love
And I’ll hold you close
For you are so lovely, love
When you scream such lovely tones.”


She swam so lovely
Just like a mermaid.
With her ankles bound
And her petticoats swirling.

And down she sank
Through aphotic swelling.
And if she shall surface
There is no telling.

For you are so lovely, love
From your skin to your bones
For you are so lovely, love
Now he’ll never hold you close
For you are so lovely, love
When you scream such lovely tones.