Day 6 – Hand write your favourite lyric and take a picture.

I must say that I am sorry, but my handwriting still leaves lots to be desired, so I won't handwrite my favorite lyrics.
I will copy/paste the words though, because after all, they are my favorite lyrics.


At this moment, my favorite lyrics are two, from two different bands.


One is Herr Drosselmeyer's doll from Abney Park.

Herr Drosselmeyer's Doll
There she is on the stage
Spinning as she sprawls
Thank God the curtains fall
Her spring is sprung
And dances done
Spinning as she sprawls
Thank God the curtains fall

In the morning, he twists the key quite hard
And ticking, she's brought to boil
"Relevé, my sweet, en pointe, en garde!"
Her innards twang as they uncoil

Herr Doktor's fingertips trace by
On craquelature from every fall
The daylight made to race right by
With paint and paste and stitch and awl

"Patient, patient, bumblebee,
Soon your audience admire
A shapely arabesque or three
I'll wind you up, you'll never tire."

Starry tutu, sullen moon
A frozen carmine mouth
Twinkles as she jerks and swoons
The ladies ushered out

"Gentlemen, this fallen angel is the illegitimate daughter of art and science. A modern marvel of engineering, clockworks elevated to the very natural process which even now is in your blood, racing, your eyes flashing at such irreproachable beauty. Here is Gaia, here is Eve, here is Lilith, and I stand before you as her father. Sprung fully-formed from my brow, dewy and sweet; she can be yours and yours again, for her flesh is the incorruptible pale to be excused from the wages of sin."
(winds her up)

And as the sack cloth, sodden, slumps
Beneath these chipped and china limbs
The sour flesh pines, grunts and thumps
"Step right up, boys, tuppence for a spin!" 




and the other one is from Sopor Aeternus and the ensemble of shadows, my favorite band.
The song is called: All men are like chocolate.


Gentle words had been my weapons
careful openness, and fragile honesty
had gradually begun to slowly win him over
snd somehow had lured him here

Despite my obvious display of defect
my miserable frailty
of which I never made a secret
I’ siarmed him with my sincerity
that never waned, despite the laughter
of public insult, ridicule
not even when confessing meant
turning myself into a wretched fool

Some men are like chocolate,
but most of them are like shit
and if you don’t have the experience to spot that tiny difference
you’re likely to fall for all of it

In secret on those
rare occasions
when no living soul was near
no eyes, no ears
no other people
were around to see or hear
so there was no danger of some chance intruder
to doubt his manliness and strength
then suddenly his words grew gentler,
and his gestures slightly changed

He did not seem to mind my presence at all
came even closer of his own accord
yet still he veiled
each subtile revelation
in rough-cut gowns of what we call ’the accidental touch’

Some men can truly be like chocolate,
but most of them are more like shit
and if you don’t have the experience to spot that subtile difference
you’re likely to fall for all of it

Some men are like chocolate,
but most of them are like shit
and if you don’t have the experience to spot that subtile difference
you’re likely to fall for
the mere promise of a kiss