CHORUS 4
wretched soul all thy sorrowes deepe
are unknowne to Phoebus face
bewayle this lot not to him
CASSANDRA
feare this house this family
CHORUS 4
shee smels the bloud the pathe of mischiefe
CASSANDRA
the father feasted on his mangled chyldren
the man with trembling hand with axe
CHORUS 4
wee know her last renoume prophet
CASSANDRA
this despret dame her naked weapons
whose crowne shee cracke
CHORUS 4
blab it not heere
wee feede our broode in a tottring nest
mumbling words in gabling mouth
shee shroudes our brayne in a dusty cloude
CASSANDRA
within a revell rexe is kept as sore as ever was
I see the same and am thereat
weare rather thys aray
the conqueror with purple hangings all adornde
this hostile weede thy loving lady wrought
the lyon entangled in the net strugling in vayne
the bullockes necke at sacrifice
shee the priest heaves her hand the pollaxe
CHORUS 4
her privy whispering
tyckling in our ear secret thoughts that brooke much sorrow
CASSANDRA
hee hath the stroke
dispatcht it is not quite chopt of the head
it hangeth by a litle crop
myne owne distresse to moorne
my throate to bath the blade
CHORUS 4
the spryte of God shee serves in furious rage
thou myghtest well lament this sore decay this griefe accurst
lyke recording Itys
CASSANDRA
father follow thee I woulde
unto my countrey men of Troy in lowest hell
I do delight to sayle with them
it doth mee good
CHORUS 4
shee utters out what a chylde can know
CASSANDRA
I see the wery man his burning thyrst forgot
hee mourneth for the funerall that shall ensue
CHORUS 4
in our teares there is no measure to refrayne
those misereyes all measure passe
CASSANDRA
the sqally sisters
evermore deale theyr bloudy strokes theyr old privy grudges
theyr siege shall never stop
CHORUS 4
a shamefull brutishe fact franckly calde
vyrgin bewayling piteously
till the God layde handes upon her
CASSANDRA
I did sacrifice my virginity to Apollo
but chyldren I did refuse
now I play the prophet colde
these tidings I tell mad mumbling to thee
to thee berapt of sence
my prophesying spright burning myne eyes
Thyestes day
the foode hee tasted the gubs of bloude gnawed guts
beware I say of kynges
that country clowne Aegisthus hee this stocke shall overthrowe
Agamemnon graunde captayne
not knowing the dreadful destinies
entrapped by traytrous trayne
her goary handes her currish fange
cruell conqueresse whore
they both accorde unto the kynde whereof they doe proceede
Helens syster right shee is and hee Thyestes sonne
CHORUS 4
Thyestes wee know
flesh and bloude for food the fathers maw to fill
but after that
the lyght slyps away
CASSANDRA
you shall see the gasshed corpes of Agamemnon
CHORUS 4
shut up
peace chylde no
God could never brynge to passe the ruin of our natyve countrey
CASSANDRA
no praying to the heavenly ghostes
these subtle foes doe not pray they slaughter
CHORUS 4
they chiefly ought to worship God whose hearts with griefe be dull
CASSANDRA
burning inspyred with spryte
the lyonesse will stryke mee dead
off with these sacred robes
why ghost inspyre
none of thyne I am releasse me
Apollo your spyte is worne unto the stumpes
what countrey have I left
where is my syre all my sisters
the sacred tombes and altar stones
our bloud they swincke and swill
Orestes shall come revenge and restore
the fits of fury on them shall light
fredome draweth ny
death gives a courage unto mee
CHORUS 4
sad and solemn as a bull that deadly wounde doth take
CASSANDRA
the deadly wounde I pray shee stryke and leavell right
my feare by this affliction is cleane abated all
CHORUS 4
who dare to death himself betake
is a prynces peare and lyke the Gods
CASSANDRA
this stinking slaughter house spouting bloude
CHORUS 4
poore chylde that huge and fatall gyft
heavenly hands erected have and framde
CASSANDRA
on with mee into the pallace I yeelde my throate
mourning my death and Agamemnons
avengement worthy I crave prickes of fury fresh
CHORUS 4
lamenting these calamyties wee have not time and space
CASSANDRA
doubtfull standeth still the day
even myseries are nothing
CHORUS 4
to mortall man fortune gives but brytle fading joy
hee who late a conqueror tryumphed over Troy
now by destenie stoutly overcome and pulled downe
bloud for bloud and death by turnes the after age shall see
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wow wow wow is this boxset ever full of riches. Dreamtime, The Driver's Son, and Barn Fever are some of my new favourites, and I am 1 of those people who first (knowingly) came across"Blue" Gene Tyranny's work through Trust in Rock. now I have the pleasure of working backwards, forwards, and in all of the degrees of freedom found Cage's Deli
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Fantastic stuff!!! Scratches all my itches: reich, bit of glass, some Laurie spiegel…. Just killer stuff. Can’t wait for my vinyl to arrvie! Jay Hodgson
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Absolutely love this recording. I listen to it at work. I listen to it in the car on the way home from work. I listen to it while falling asleep. Curtis’ cello is so amazing. Just got the vinyl in the mail from Discogs the other day! Can’t wait to play on my hi-fi system! Dave Sewall