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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phineas Crow" data-source="post: 1601554" data-attributes="member: 15347">Two Blue Öyster Cult songs which could be mined for ideas.MAGNA OF ILLUSION Cornwall and the harbor Where witches went mad more than once and Until this day In dreams at least The lighthouse at Lost Christabel Squat and hugely tilts Upon the strand where Grandad's house was built And having stood the test of time The starry gale the bloody tide Grandad's house though gaped with hooks And filled with books Could stand no more until A certain prophecy Once read - now stood Before the world fulfilledNow of these books in Grandad's keep Some of them were new but mostly they were old And the oldest was a scroll A prophecy that read When the riddle begins The story will endAugust the First 1892 And in the guise of destiny Grandad quit Cornwall "I'm a captain of a ship My ship is charmed, and called Plutonia." Stories on land, storms at sea 'Tween 1892 and '93 When Grandad sailed for Mexico Ships charmed and ordinary Sailed the glidepath to the sun And when the sun proved false As it always does Some of them would be lost And some would sail back home It was no star But a magna of illusion I mean by that The mirror found In the chamber of jade grown like a seed Deep within the ground The mirror found By one man So on and off again He sailed the Europe's rim On and off, off and on Until his time had come Through tears and smiles The last domain The rods of broken crystal On and off, and off again Until his time had come Late to the story that had been But early to the riddle not yet begunAugust the First 1893 The charmed ship Plutonia Sailed like a ray into Cornwall And none too soon it seemsThat night the Captain's granddaughter Would celebrate her birthday "I've come a long way," said the Captain "From Lost Christabel this night Accompanied by my dog familiar To blast your rafters with my surprise! Granddaughter, it's a foreign mirror Taken from the jungle by crime!"Stories on land, storms at sea 'Tween 1892 and '93 When Grandad sailed for Mexico When tables collapse And floors have filled And the party's over, it's all over Sea-dogs and rockers will dwell on doom I've warped the stuff of ground What seems to be is not Behind closed eyes Realize your sight Mine, granddaughter, proves a surprise More light than sun More dark than night then More a snare than lustVETERAN OF THE PSYCHIC WARSYou see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars I've been living on the edge so long Where the winds of limbo roar And I'm young enough to look at And far too old to see All the scars are on the inside I'm not sure if there's anything left of me Don't let these shakes go on It's time we had a break from it It's time we had some leave We've been living in the flames We've been eating up our brains Oh, please don't let theses shakes go on You ask me why I'm weary, why I can't speak to you You blame me for my silence Say it's time I changed and grew But the war's still going on dear And there's no end that I know And I can't say if we're ever... I can't say if we're ever gonna to be free Don't let these shakes go on It's time we had a break from it It's time we had some leave We've been living in the flames We've been eating out our brains Oh, please don't let theses shakes go on You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars My energy's spent at last And my armor is destroyed I have used up all my weapons and I'm helpless and bereaved Wounds are all I'm made of Did I hear you say that this is victory? Don't let these shakes go on It's time we had a break from it Send me to the rear Where the tides of madness swell And been sliding into hell Oh, please don't let shakes go on Don't let these shakes go on Don't let these shakes go on</blockquote>

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