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04-11-2008, 05:28 AM
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Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: Tucumcari New Mexico
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Flower Maiden 2 songs (unknown Genre)
Pre-note: All song lyrics written by me will be performed in different languages. The english lyrics presented here are base-coats to the final project.
01. The Street of the Flower Maiden
Quote:
A scarlet flower
Rests alone in her hair
An eerie midnight black
The black dress with roses
Roses dyed in darkness
Much like herself, it’s true
The long claws that withhold
Such promises of the passing of coins
It is not her business to be so direct
Within her gloved hand
The cards, played so delicately
The symbol of rebirth, her prize
And the coins that never left her hand
Fortune teller, fall into the trap
Be so foolish and sadly
Pass into night, fall asleep with her spiders
Spiders crawl over his soft chest
But the midnight robs him of feeling
A sun, once old, but new
It gives birth, to a new dawning
An elegant retribution for the fallen angel
The Madame watches him cower
Cursed angel, writhe in agony
She knows the secret
Only time will prove in detail
Her revenge
Madame, daily, you pass the streets now, spying
With each glance you see the children, ripe and fresh
A maiden approaches, innocence radiating from her face
Offering flowers, six coins a bouquet, what shall you do?
The same street still is walked,
By those who knew the flower maiden
But her face has not been seen for ages
And somewhere miles away, in the spider web palace
The Madame rests, stroking the hair of a sobbing confused girl
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What does it mean:
This is the opening song of the first album of my band "Bara no Mitsukai" (the Album and the band share the same name). This is the introduction of the Madame Arachne (her name is only announced towards the end). This story is irrelevant to the main story of BnM, but is a prequel that sets the background for the "secrets" of the stories.
In this song, we meet the madame, a woman clad in black and roses, a clever woman, good with money, and a seductress by nature. The fortune Teller is tricked by her to take sex in payment for his prophesies, and left with nothing to remember her by but the spiders that eat his flesh. Then, there is the cursed Angel, who was once her lover. It was his abandoning her that gives her desire for revenge. Those of you who are clever enough can figure out the Sun reference and it's connect to the angel's "curse".
At the end of this song, the Madame's business is revealed. The stealing of ideal girls, and taking them back to her mansion (referred to her as a castle).
02. Peony Eater
Quote:
“What is my name?
Where am I, Madame?”
A newly formed Alice, whispers the words to her
“What was I before?
Where are my memories?”
Did I have a past?
Please tell me, Madame.”
The girl holds a peony in her alabaster hand
My dear child, I am your Madame
Don’t fear a thing, I’ll take care of you
The tears of your past have dried into the ground now
Forget the past, begin your life anew
Clutching the wilting peony, the girl flies to her feet
“Tell me now, my past withheld, I must know who I am.”
Grey eyes meet her face, so cold like steel, but tender still
“You are a nobody, child, but let me teach you the tricks of the coin”
Two shadow figures disappear into the hallway
As a rotting peony disintegrates into the castle floor
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What does it mean:
A continuation of the previous song, this gives us insight into the techniques of the madame. As the girls cry into her lap, she strokes their hair, her web capturing and stealing away their memories. In this way she prepares them as a clean slate, a perfect woman to transform into an Alice.
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