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Well, if you got here via the bi-chromatic Universe and "Dez", thanks. Their being available means they can be rented out, so to say, to vendors. For example, they'd be great in promoting pastries. Kids love cookies, so do adults. As for that ascending numeral three, it came about by way of ignorance. More than once, I'd see that same numeral with wings or a halo or both even on this or that pickup truck. And, dumb me, I'd think they were like golden horse shoes or four-leaf clovers ... good luck charms. It wasn't until later, I found out those threes are meant to commemorate one posthumously charismatic NASCAR driver. To inspire all those signs of grief, that guy might've had the makings for ... well, that's likely better left to the intuition of NASCAR votaries.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

CRYSTAL STAR - segment 10

MAMACHIEN, LIEBCHIEN:

Second song of the show: bright, bouncy and comical

Mamachien, Liebchien, sausage for me!
I'm as hungry as hungry can be.

Please don't make me suffer.
Why make me wait, wait til supper?
Mamachien, it would be a sin,
To let me get so thin.

Mamachien, Liebchien, sausage for me!
I'm as hungry as hungry can be.

Gosh, you cook delicious
I wish I could use two dishes.
Mamachien, you're really too nice.
You cook like paradise.

Mamachien, Liebchien, sausage for me!
I'm as hungry as hungry can be.

A THOUSAND YEARS

Third song: a good, rousing march with the audience being reminded of jack boots, resounding on the earth.

A thousand years of power and honor,
A thousand years of godling glory,
A thousand years for our Reich and furor.

Geist and might, world might, noble quest,
Fateful stars draw us. Eternal
Rings and bright, dread stars gave the West
Tasks divine, tools as infernal.

A thousand years of power and honor.

Join with us, come share blood and fate.
Comrades true, cling now together
March with us, come dare hazard's gate.
Soldiers all, sing now together.

A thousand years for our Reich and furor.

God on High, grant strength we insist.
Light the earth, watch and over-look.
Guide us, lest we march in mist,
Beneath Thy Hand, we undertook.

A thousand years of power and honor,
A thousand years of godling glory,
A thousand years for our Reich and furor.


YOU THAT I LOVE

Fourth song of the show: sung by a young girl, frightened and pleading with just of a hint of temptress in her voice.

Why won't you that I love
Feel what I send above?

Why must you put love to the test?
Why won't you grant my small request?
Can't you hear my heart in my breast?

Why won't you that I love
Feel what I send above?

Why have you turned love into mist?
Must your lips curl tight in that twist?
Never should lips go unbekissed.

Why won't you that I love
Touch what I send above?

Have you lost feelings that are best?
All for nought, years together blest?
Can't I warm the heart in your breast?

Why won't you that I love
Feel what I send above?


HOWL OF THE WOLF

Fifth song of the show: The music should have a strong beat for primeval blood thirst and a sinuous melody line for psychological insight.

Deep in the forest, where dwell the deer,
Snug in their home, with doom lurking near,
Nose in the wind, the deer deep an ear

For the howl of the wolf!
For the howl of the wolf!

Under the leaves of white ask and oak,
Glory arose, a new lordling folk,
Heaven shall see their earth cleansed in smoke,

Sang the howl of the wolf!
Sang the howl of the wolf!

True to his love, the wolf preys on deer.
Terror ensures that deer life revere -
Sacrifice bound, the deer thrill with fear

To the howl of the wolf!
To the howl of the wolf!
TO THE HOWL OF THE WOLF!

Copyright (c) 1978 by Albert A.M. Stella

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