Maudlin Of The Well Birth Pains Of Astral Projection Lyrics

Birth Pains Of Astral Projection Lyrics

I can almost see shimmering faery 

As I recline on moss 

But there
isn't enough primrose 

There are only wishes in 

A hidden forest




I can almost see ghosts 

As I shiver on icy floorboards 

But Amelia is asleep in winter 

There are only prayers 

In a
secret house 



I was lost by the wayside 

Amidst the groans
of a tired time 



There is nothing for me here 

The tales of
the flute by the fire 

A stroll through a sombre evening 

Smoke
enticing from their pipes...pipes 

And the honourable visions 

of a
pulseless mind 



Death comes in an instant 

If you like 

But Amelia may be waking soon 



When I sleep, I can't pull
myself away, 

Yet 

But I know there are mansions out there, 

Maybe on Saturn or Mars or Mercury or Luna, 

Maybe on Saturn or Mars
or Mercury or Luna, 

...Maybe this is a clue. 



I'd never
been washed ashore 

Or seen the droll night before 

My body
vanished 

I hovered in the concourse 

Of the court of thousands 

Of yellow asphodel 

It hurts remembering the fragance of Heaven. 



We lived in the rowans, avoiding mad water 

Spoiling our
children with tea and mushrooms 

Early in the autumn as we slept by the
oven 

Someone sent a shape who tore the house apart. 



Our
bond was shattered, I was drawn away 

I was caught praying in the shade.




Recently, I went back to my door 

And breathed... 

It
was love filtered through yellow paraffin 

We pushed with all our might


For you...