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Adapted from the Scottish play
by William Shakespeare 0'Stratford-on-Avon.
Written to be sung with "Heavy Metal" thunder.
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SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES
song lyrics 2nd version
adapted by Joel Sattler
from MACBETH by William Shakespeare
when shall we three meet again
in thunder lightning or in rain?
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
For a charm of power trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
bubble, bubble toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Eye of newt
and toe of frog,
Wool of bat
and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork
and blind-worm sting,
Lizard leg
and owlet wing
Something wicked
this way comes
something wicked
this way comes
Of the raving salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock dug in dark,
Liver of blaspheme who,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver in the moon eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-delivered by a drabe
Scale of dragon,
tooth of wolf,
Witches mummy,
maw and gulf
Cool it with
a baboon's blood,
till the charm
is thick as mud.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
so they say
Creeps in this petty pace
from day to day
To the last
syllable
of recorded
time,
And all of
our yesterdays
have lighted fools
the way to dusty death.
Out, out, out, brief candle!
Life is but a walking shadow,
a poor player in a play
That struts his hour on the stage
And then he is heard no more:
all that's left is but a tale
told by idiots, full of sound
and fury, signifying nothing.
Something wicked
this way comes
you can't hide
you can't run
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes
you can't hide and you can't run
Something wicked this way comes
When shall we three
meet again
In thunder lightning
or in rain
When the hurly
burly’s done
When the battle’s
lost and won
Something wicked
this way comes
you can't hide
you can't run
bubble, bubble toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
bubble, bubble toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
what's for dinner Mommy?
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New Poetry by Joel Sattler
Woman In Exile
by MaryAngela Nangini PhD
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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