The Manticore...

Another few, no less than you deserve really.

He ought not be feared...

Sublimation

Works of art sublime

In this crazy world squeeze out

Sweet melodic rhymes

Apokolips Now

Damp winds of winter

Blow their apocalypses

As morning skies fade

Man and Beast Redux

Mankind and nature

Share the same imperfections

There for all to see

Buried Treasure

We alone exhume

Secrets safe within the tombs

Of dead memories

The Manticore

Fear the manticore

And the wonders of the world

For their fifth business

Hell on Earth

We live in strange times

A paradise built in hell

Of our own making

Rhinestone eyes

Falling from the sky
I spy, with my little eye
Your bright Rhinestone eyes

How the Bell Tolls

Listen to the Bells

And the tale their terror tells

Oh how the bells toll

Inception

We never dare sleep

For our dreams open doorways

Into an abyss

Cry of the Orphan

A little hungry

Needs a little money for

His little tummy

Bonfire of the Vanities

Yes. You lift me up

But you bring me down in our

Never ending dance

El Manana

Lazy summer days

Waiting for El Manana

When you would be mine

Music for the People

Who is Music for?

Music is for the people

Our redemption

November November

You will see the truth

Only when it’s gone away

November has come

Dirty Harry

Poor Lonely people

Burning bright in yellow sun

Who is their saviour?

All I Want to do is Dance

Remember the days?

When you and I used to dance?

I still want to dance

Close Your Eyes

Close your eyes and see

The coming morn says nothing

Close your eyes to see

Without a Trace

I see your face

Fade away without a trace

As the night beckons

To Sleep, To sleep, To Sleep

No matter how much

No matter how hard we try

The dead never rise

Alone

When I feel alone

When it seems like no one cares

I remember you

Minefield

Life is littered with

Speed bumps of adversity

Like mines in a field

Chrome

All of the world’s ills

Are sitting and waiting to

Roll away on wheels

Fly High

Reach high for the stars

So you can land on the clouds

If you ever fall

Dance of the Dead

Waiting for sunset

When everybody dances

The dance of the dead

Three kings

Who needs fairytales?

We can write our own stories

Of life, love and loss

Dare we Linger?

Standing on thin ice

Waiting for the drop below

Do we dare linger?

Enter Sandman

Please gift me a dream

Mister sandman – to escape

My manacled bonds

 

Yours, 

Lloyd Webber