Roky Erickson Burn The Flames
Here I sit, a vampire at my piano
The flames burn glaringly higher
And the eyes that stare through the darkness
Though they have no form
There's no need for alarm, so burn
So burn, burn the flames
Higher and higher
So burn, burn the flames
Never to expire
Here I sit, a skeleton at my organ
The candles in my candelabra
Burn hellishly, hellish hell
And the laughter unending
Echoes through the haunted house
A little Christmas spirit
Ghostly haunting, deadly spirit
Every creature is stirring
Even the mouse, so burn
Burn the flames
Higher, higher, higher and higher
Here I sit myself at my instruments
Here they sit at their instruments
And the music fills and fills
Terrifies, horrifies, forever scares
Children of the night
What music we make, so burn
