Fairy Queen features both new songs and re-done songs in a dark wave, electronic style. Songs include Dead Gerbil, Fairy Queen, Herne The Hunter, Rowan and Bracken, Black Widow (the Goth Girl song) and Maria's Not A Catholic Anymore.

 

BLACK WIDOW Lyrics

There's something to be said for a lady in black

With long purple tresses running down her back

A little black casket with a cross by her side

And an arrogant shuffle in her walk, in her stride

Her lips are pursed where her fake fangs lay

She wields her purse in a defiant way

She's got a silk lace blouse and a spider web skirt

What they cover can only be described as pert

Oh Black Widow, oh gothette chick

One bite away from a blood lust lick

What can I give you that no one else could?

Your relationships suck but you look real good

Your life is devoted to erotic gore and I'm

Knock-knock-knocking on your coffin door

I'm dressing like Danzig, I'm talking like a freak

Your erotic psychotic D and S touch I seek

I've read every book in Anne Rice's trilogy

About Sleeping Beauty so you'll notice me



I've been dreaming of that one drop of blood that lies

On pale white skin as I worship at your thighs

Give me your cynicism, give me your trust,

Give me that click of your tongue in disgust

Oh Black Widow, oh gothette chick

Your cafe rantings are deliciously sick

Pour me a coffee so tart and so black

And describe your phantasms till I cum or I yack

Your look is Edward Gorey, your voice is Monroe

Your underwear reminds me of that midnight picture show

Your shoes are Puritan, your hair is blue

And I'll need intensive therapy for loving you



Oh Black Widow, oh gothette girl

Let me taste devotion at the mother of your pearl

Let me revel in the doomscape of your poetic mind

Let me worship Lillith and all of demon kind

Kiss me, bite me, tie me to your bed

Give me damiana for the throbbing in my head

Tell me that you love me as you shuffle out the door, and

Leave me pathetically wanting more

 

HERNE THE HUNTER Lyrics

Green the woods at break of day

Yellow now the dawn

Silent is the forest but for

Herne the hunter's horn

There as I was walking

I met a hunting swain

Soon we fell a-talking

And these words I did say



Go you to the gay green woods

Thick with leaf and vine

Do you hunt the milk white stag

With ivy in its tines



Once I saw the milk white stag

Running by the way

With my bow and my good steed

I thought to give it chase

Cold as snow the sacred hide

His antlers thick with vine

Ever did he look at me

With fire in his eyes



Go you to the gay green woods

Thick with leaf and vine

Do you hunt the milk white stag

With ivy in its tines



Through the woods he gave me chase

Wet my horses sides

Ever did he look at me

With fire in his eyes

Till at last we came to rest

In a meadow thick with thorn

Just as I had him in my sights

I heard the hunter's horn



There stood Herne the hunter

Terrible and grey

And with a voice like thunder

These words to me did say

Well my friend you hunted now

The prey that I made thine

Know that if you hit your mark

Your soul's forever mine

I drew the string back to my ear

But fear was in my heart

Wild and high my arrow flew

Swiftly ran the hart

Breathlessly I turned around, but

Herne was there no more

My arrow it lay shattered on the

Brackened forest floor



Go you to the gay green woods

Thick with leaf and vine

Do you hunt the milk white stag

With ivy in its tines



So good swain you know I said

The pain that I endure

For Herne the hunter lives within

My heart forever more

And if you go a-hunting and you

Seek the milk white heart

Prepare to pledge your soul to Herne or

Put away your dart

And I will never hunt again

I curse my bow and dart

That kept me from the forest God

That lives within my heart



Go you to the gay green woods

Thick with leaf and vine

Do you hunt the milk white stag

With ivy in its tines

 

FAIRY QUEEN Lyrics

A vision of the ancient Queen Of The Night, leading the Wild Ride through the Autumn forest.

Midnight glance is silence glazed

Misty shroud the leaves entwine

Long the fruit on bow has blossomed

Laden heavy hang the vines

Silence still the west wind carries

The tangy taste of the distant sea

Dark and deep the nightshade berries

Twist about the burdened lea



The jingling bells are hardly noticed

First, so heavy is the night

Creeping slowly ever nearer

Bridled mare of deathly white

Now children in their beds of feather

Moan and dream the passing sound

An owl takes flight, a sprig of heather

Spills its burden to the ground



Fairy Queen that rides the darkness with

Softly jingling bridle bells

Shadow of the ancient Mother

That on the wings of autumn dwells

Fairy Queen that claims the harvest

Yours the red fruit of the vine

Mab the song is unforgotten

The misty air the leaves entwine

 

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Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries had its humble beginnings as an idea of a few artisans and craftsmen who enjoy performing with live steel fighting. As well as a patchwork quilt tent canvas. Most had prior military experience hence the name.

 

Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries.

 

Vendertainers that brought many things to a show and are know for helping out where ever they can.

As well as being a place where the older hand made items could be found made by them and enjoyed by all.

We expanded over the years to become well known at what we do. Now we represent over 100 artisans and craftsman that are well known in their venues and some just starting out. Some of their works have been premiered in TV, stage and movies on a regular basis.

Specializing in Medieval, Goth , Stage Film, BDFSM and Practitioner.

Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries a Dept of, Ask For IT was started by artists and former military veterans, and sword fighters, representing over 100 artisans, one who made his living traveling from fair to festival vending medieval wares. The majority of his customers are re-enactors, SCAdians and the like, looking to build their kit with period clothing, feast gear, adornments, etc.

Likewise, it is typical for these history-lovers to peruse the tent (aka mobile store front) and, upon finding something that pleases the eye, ask "Is this period?"

A deceitful query!! This is not a yes or no question. One must have a damn good understanding of European history (at least) from the fall of Rome to the mid-1600's to properly answer. Taking into account, also, the culture in which the querent is dressed is vitally important. You see, though it may be well within medieval period, it would be strange to see a Viking wearing a Caftan...or is it?

After a festival's time of answering weighty questions such as these, I'd sleep like a log! Only a mad man could possibly remember the place and time for each piece of kitchen ware, weaponry, cloth, and chain within a span of 1,000 years!! Surely there must be an easier way, a place where he could post all this knowledge...

Traveling Within The World is meant to be such a place. A place for all of these artists to keep in touch and directly interact with their fellow geeks and re-enactment hobbyists, their clientele.

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