Showing posts with label Pericles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pericles. Show all posts

Wednesday 7 June 2017

Hamlet

The King is gone, but he's not forgotten,
this is the story of a Johnny Rotton...




Get thee to a nunnery.




King. 
" Our Sonne shall win."

Qu. 
"He's fat, and scant of breath.
Heere's a Napkin, rub thy browes,
The Queene Carowses to thy fortune,  Hamlet."

The tragedie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke.



There's a blackbird perched outside my window
I hear him calling
I hear him sing
He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers
He sees all my sins
He reads my soul

One day that bird he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther,
Like Pericles :

"Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And He'll make you king
And He'll make you king"

On a blanket made of woven shadows
Flew up to Heaven
On raven's glide
The angels there, they turned my wings to wax now
I fell like Judas,  
Grace denied

And on that day he lied to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles :

"Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And He'll make you king
And He'll make you king"

I walk among the children of my fathers
The broken wings
The traitor's cost
They call to me but never touch my heart now
I am too far
I am too lost

All I can hear is what he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles :

"Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And He'll make you king
And He'll make you king"

So now I curse that raven's fire
You made me hate
You made me burn
He laughed aloud as he flew from Eden

You always knew
You never learn

The crow no longer sings to me
Like Martin Luther
Or Pericles :

"Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And He'll make you king

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God

And He'll make you king
And He'll make you king

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And He'll make you king

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God

And He'll make you king
And He'll make you king...."

http://youtu.be/UKXFJIB3YQM



Don't EVER listen to The Ghost in Shakespeare;

That is NOT your Father.

That is a Jinn - that is The Devil.

 Faust.  
Where are you damn’d?

 Meph.  
In hell.

Faust.  
How comes it then that thou art out of hell?

Meph.  
Why this is hell, nor am I out of it.



The spirit that I have seen
May be the devil, and the devil hath power
T' assume a pleasing shape. Yea, and perhaps
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me. I’ll have grounds
More relative than this. The play’s the thing
Wherein I’ll catch the conscience of the king.