When Evenings Fell on Ballykillduff, Irish Folk Song
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The Kingdom in the Corner, a new Christmas song for 2025.
**[Verse 1]**
The floorboards groan beneath a careful tread
As shadows stretch and slip away from bed
The house is held in winter’s quiet thrall
Save for the muffled whispers in the hall
With held-back breath and toes that barely graze
The chilly wood, they move through morning haze.
**[Pre-Chorus]**
Down the stairs where silver moonlight slept
A secret path is carved where magic crept
Then—the scent of pine, a sharp and sudden sweet
And the velvet pull of carpet ‘neath their feet.
**[Chorus]**
They turn the corner, frozen at the sight
A world transformed by small, electric light
The tree stands tall, a guard in emerald green
With tinsel dripping like a frozen stream
No longer just a corner of the room
But a kingdom born in winter’s early bloom.
**[Verse 2]**
And there, in heaps of crimson, gold, and blue
Are dreams made real, and every promise true
Ribbons curled like woodsmoke on the floor
Boxes hinting at the wonders kept in store
Tags with names in handwriting they know
Dusted with the glitter’s faux-light snow.
**[Bridge]**
There is a hush before the paper tears
A holy pause within the living room chairs
It’s the warmth of cocoa and the radiator’s hum
The heart-beat thrill of knowing that the Day has come.
**[Chorus]**
They turn the corner, frozen at the sight
A world transformed by small, electric light
The tree stands tall, a guard in emerald green
With tinsel dripping like a frozen stream
No longer just a corner of the room
But a kingdom born in winter’s early bloom.
**[Outro]**
Before the noise, before the sun breaks through
The world is soft, and ancient, and brand new
(Softly) Ancient… and brand new.
The Silent Sentinel of the Ticking Clock
Listen to this song here
Verse 1
High on the spine of the ancient wood,
Where the moss has seized what the clock understood.
A sapphire shadow, a shifting gray,
Watches the hours that refuse to sway.
Moonlight bleeds silver on gears of brass,
Reflected deep in the fractured glass.
He is the silence that follows the strike,
A perfect machine in the endless night.
Pre-Chorus
The fog is his breath, the rust is his sign,
A whisper of maroon on the blue-gray line.
He measures the moment, the tension he keeps,
While the forest below is tangled in sleeps.
Chorus
Oh, the Clockwork Glare!
Two eyes of burning, molten gold.
He doesn’t count the seconds, he counts the souls.
A Steampunk Spectre on a sky of blue,
With metal wings where the dream slips through.
He holds the key, he turns the lock,
The silent sentinel of the ticking clock!
Verse 2
The tiny butterflies, silver and frail,
Dance in the vapor beneath his veil.
A compass eye on his forehead set,
He knows the coordinates of what you regret.
The deep blue velvet of the cosmic swirl,
Just a backdrop for the cat of the world.
He’s not a protector, nor purely a threat,
He’s the moment you haven’t lived yet.
Pre-Chorus
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The copper pipes wrap around his crown,
Pulling the moonlight to stream right down.
He gathers the whispers and files the screams,
The menacing architect of your darkest dreams.
Chorus
Oh, the Clockwork Glare!
Two eyes of burning, molten gold.
He doesn’t count the seconds, he counts the souls.
A Steampunk Spectre on a sky of blue,
With metal wings where the dream slips through.
He holds the key, he turns the lock,
The silent sentinel of the ticking clock!
Bridge
He sees the color you cannot name,
The blue that’s fueled by the fire of shame.
The gold in his vision, fragmented and deep,
A mirror to secrets the forest must keep.
Outro
The clockwork glare…
The ticking, ticking…
Circus of the Grotesques
Circus of the Grotesques (It Will Change Your Life Forever)
(A song for Doctor Vaude and the people of Ballykillduff)
[Verse 1]
The fog came down on Ballykillduff,
With posters on the wall,
And no one saw the tent go up,
But everyone heard the call.
A shimmer of pearl and shadow black,
A sign with a curious lore:
“Admission, one memory, no refunds—
But you’ll never be quite as before.”
[Chorus]
🎵 Step inside, dear dreamers, step inside and see,
The Circus of the Grotesques, where you trade what used to be.
Give us one small moment that your heart can spare,
We’ll change your life forever—if you’ve the mind to dare. 🎵
[Verse 2]
Madame Tallow of Wax and Whispers danced,
Her words like smoke and fire,
She told your truth before you knew,
And left your thoughts to tire.
The Gentleman Beast in velvet shame,
Spoke softly of his fall—
And every soul in Ballykillduff
Felt beast and man in all.
[Chorus]
🎵 Step inside, dear dreamers, step inside and see,
The Circus of the Grotesques, where your secrets come to be.
We’ll mend your pain and polish your despair,
We’ll change your life forever—if you’ve the mind to dare. 🎵
[Bridge 1]
Clockwork Twins ticked time away,
A minute each for tears,
The Librarian turned blank white pages
Filled with gentle years.
The Cook of Impossible Flavours smiled,
“Have a taste of who you were.”
And somewhere in the tent that night,
The stars began to stir.
[Verse 3]
Norah O’Dea with her toffee stick,
Raised her hand so small,
Said, “I’ll be brave, and I’ll be changed,”
Before them, one and all.
The ringmaster bowed, his smile too bright,
The tent bent close to hear,
And Ballykillduff held its breath—
Between wonderment and fear.
[Chorus — Slower, Lamenting]
🎵 Step inside, dear dreamers, pay the price of air,
One small memory traded, one truth laid bare.
You’ll leave a little lighter, you’ll walk a little strange,
For the Circus of the Grotesques has a gift called change. 🎵
[Bridge 2]
They called her name three times in love,
And once with iron will,
The black salt hissed, the lights went white,
And time stood faintly still.
Norah faced the ringmaster proud,
Her eyes as bright as glass—
She said, “Let’s play a riddle’s game,
To see what comes to pass.”
[Verse 4]
“What grows lighter shared, yet heavy kept?”
The ringmaster asked the air.
Norah smiled, “A story told—
It lives when it’s laid bare.”
Her riddle came like April rain,
“The cost of kind undone?”
He sighed, “A knot within the dark—
Until it’s all unspun.”
[Final Chorus — Triumphant, Soft Echo]
🎵 Step inside, dear dreamers, step inside and see,
The Circus of the Grotesques set your memory free.
What you lose will find you, though it may rearrange,
No refunds ever needed—only change. 🎵
[Outro — Spoken softly, as if by Doctor Vaude]
“Forever,” we promised. “Change,” we gave.
Both are true, and both behave.
So mind your steps, remember the fair,
The tent is gone—but the air is there.
🎵 No refunds… plenty of change. 🎵
Screen-Free Days Are Here Again
Screen-Free Days Are Here Again
Verse 1
So long, sad scrolls,
Go long, phone calls!
We are rid of you at last.
Howdy, green parks,
Quiet, no remarks!
Digital rush is a thing of the past.
Chorus
Screen-free days are here again,
The filter’s gone, the view is plain!
So let us sing a song of cheer again,
Screen-free days are here again!
Verse 2
Altogether, look around,
Feel your feet upon the ground!
So let’s put that social feed down, down, down,
Screen-free days are here again!
Bridge
Your cares and comments are gone,
There’ll be no more likes from now on,
From now on!
Chorus
Screen-free days are here again,
The filter’s gone, the view is plain!
So let us sing a song of cheer again,
Screen-free days are here again!
Outro
Happy times, happy nights,
Face-to-face is right!
Screen-free days…
Are here again!
I’m dead and I’m feeling better
I’m dead and I’m feeling better,
Black and white, Vampires all around,
And oh, I must be getting bolder,
The need for blood is trying to get me down,
To the bodies, where it’s flowing away,
Sometimes I just don’t think I should to it,
But I then know it’s more than worth the waiting,
For another chance to drink some sweet warm blood.
Come on drink with me.
There are bodies with warm blood flowing away,
Sometimes I just don’t think I should drink it,
But yet I know it’s more than worth the waiting away
For another chance to drink that sweet warm blood
Come on drink with me.
I am a Mouse, it said proudly to her
I am a Mouse, it said proudly to her,
A poor little Mouse, you can tell by my fur,
My paws and whiskers give also a hint,
And the tail at my end is most significant.
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I can see by your fur, said Alice – I do,
And also your paws and whiskers – it’s true,
But the tail at your end has me feeling quite sick,
Wriggling and squiggling ever so quick.
*
Still quite clearly, the Mouse replied,
You’d never believe it; you’d think it a lie,
If my tail didn’t move about in this house,
You would believe I was a poor Mouse.
*
Without offering Alice the chance to reply,
The Mouse let out a very long sigh,
Then creeping towards her, until ever so near,
He jumped on her shoulder and kissed her left ear.
*
Feeling such love for the poor little thing,
Alice stroked it and started to sing,
You are a real treasure, Mouse with a tail,
Wriggly and squiggly, hearty and hail.
An Alice in Wonderland Christmas story
A NEW Alice in Wonderland story
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This story, in eBook, format is free to download. CLICK HERE – and enjoy
There are sixteen chapters, in total, in this new Alice in Wonderland story.
So Much to See
Eyes a Popping
Today I went Christmas shopping,
Eyes a popping, so much to see.
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All around me things to buy,
This is now my time to live.
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I make a purchase, then another,
It’s no wonder I am confused!
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Lights a sparkle, Christmas glory,
Festive story, all around.
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Each queue I join, more souls to greet,
To chat and meet, and share this time.
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When shopping’s over, it’s time to ponder,
The meaning of Christmas day.
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The Christ boy-child, cahe down to earth,
Of virgin birth, heralding peace and joy.
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So, do remember this here story,
And share your luck with those in need.
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Alice in Wonderland and Fle set about making some Arcanum.
A new Alice in Wonderland Christmas story
Christmas Time
Christmas Time – Mistletoe and Wine
The child is a King, the Caroller sing,
The old is past, there’s a new beginning.
Dreams of Santa, dreams of snow,
Fingers numb, faces aglow.
Christmas time, Mistletoe and Wine
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see
A time for living, a time for believing
A time for trusting, not deceiving,
Love and laughter and joy ever after
hours for the taking, just follow the master.
Christmas time, Mistletoe and Wine
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts in the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see
Silent night, holy night
Its a time for giving, a time for getting,
A time for forgiving and for forgetting.
Christmas is love, Christmas is peace,
A time for hating and fighting to cease.
Christmas time, Mistletoe and Wine
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejo
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see.
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A NEW Alice in Wonderland story this Christmas.
Christmas or Xmas?
Is it Christmas or Xmas, that’s what I say,
Be it Christmas or Xmas; it’s such a wonderful day,
With pressies and drinkies and all of that stuff,
Whether it’s Christmas or Xmas doesn’t bother me much.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 