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Transformation Train (2014) by Marena Whitcher

Marena Whitcher's Shady Midnight Orchestra

On the route to Perdition, there's a train that alchemically transforms people into ghostly angels.
The process takes place in three stages, in three different compartments:
In the first compartment, cheerleading skeletons welcome the new guests and give them a pep talk about dying with a little show called "meet your maker."
In the second compartment, the guests are whipped and punished, separating spirit from flesh and bone. Don’t worry, this stage is cooed on by pigeons.  
In the last compartment, angels emerge from the thrashed bodies. And finally, they swoosh off into eternity.
In the end, they will be shooting with stars.

Cheerleading skeletons greeting new passengers
Pep talks and shows about death to give them courage
Then they’ll be sent to detach soul from body
Free for ever more 

Welcome welcome come on closer
Welcome to the transformation train
Don’t be scared we know this might seem frightning
Just a couple steps to go through
Then you’ll be released eternally
Floating into oblivion - souls will fly! 

First they’ll be whipping you a little
Getting your soul free from your body
Don’t worry the pigeons will be supporting you on that one. and before you know it - you’re ready to go!
Meet your maker don’t be scared to die - die - di-h-h-h-hie - DIE 

Face the truth
Face it now
Face it
Badubedibu? 

Your flesh will be cut from your bones, so that your spirit will be free.
Release me
Transform me
Pigeon coo
Courage crew 

Cheerleading skeletons greeting new arrivals
Pep talks and shows about death
To shake their panic
Then they’ll be sent to detach soul from body
Free for ever more 

On the route to Perdition, strange voices can be heard. Cheering, squeaking, angelical singing, always followed by ear piercing whistles and clattering metal, reminding vaguely of a run-down train.
Many a villager has woven those sounds into his dreams, waking up in the morning and trying to remember if they were real or just a figment of their alchemical imagination.

Conjunction Oppositorum (2012) by Marena and Douglas Whitcher

Marena Whitcher’s Shady Midnight Orchestra

I’m climbing these stairs
They‘re leading nowhere
Will the circle close or come around?
Not sure if I’m going up or down
The more that I want the less I got
The more that I am the more I’m not
I try to soar but then I dive
The more I say, the more i lie

So much sense confuses me
You let me go, I'm still not free
To do what I want I'm way too scared
For paradox I'm not prepared

Pro or con and good or evil sad or glad I‘m going mad
I can‘t seem to choose
Conjunction oppositorum opposites will clash together
too much to lose

A gentle leaf gets torn by the wind
A stiff old trunk gets kicked in the shin
A handful of sand gets cast to the breeze
A block of ice makes me freeze

Night and day are side by side
Dawning the dusk, and dusking the dawn
Friends and foes are sharing one face
Beware of friends, greet the unknown

A thesis and its antithesis teases us and synthesizes
Ties me in knots
To be or not to be is not the question it's the answer, it's the
truth in between

I resign
I'm fine with disillusions
Seeing through
Misleading false conclusions
Sailing to the middle stream
Can‘t decide
For one extreme
Drifting in between

Ebb or tide
Wax or wane
Above or below
I‘m running in circles
Whichever path
I'll take I'll come around

Clocks they are dripping (2014) by Marena Whitcher

Eclecta Forever

I ate vulcanos and you drank a river from my hand
Speaking o-of sprinkle breeze
An’ you walked on water and I wasn’t there
But I don’t care too much tonight

I caught some lightning while you planted trees into my chest
Spinning yarn of windy eyes
And clocks they are dripping in overflow
But I’m not scared too much tonight

I’m in hot pursuit of wanting
You’re in hot pursuit of wanting
In my head,
In your in your head
In our brain
We are brain dead
We are brain dead

Running fever can’t melt cold hearts
Running fever can’t melt cold hearts
With your ghost soul
In your host soul
In my golden soul
With our sold soul

No farewell to the fanfare hell (2014) by Marena Whitcher

Eclecta Forever

We sought just for shallow glory
Banned into the city of eternal misery
In our torture we are lucky
Other souls forever guilty in the dark with mauling pain

Damned to act a state of elation
Cramping, twitching, aching muscles from our strained smiles
Beat from all the endless repetition
Of the same old screeching tune that we are forced to play

But then a hint of redemption strikes us
The celestial bells ringing
They have come to ease the torture
Of only those who’ve earned it
Carried in distant zephyr
Sparks of hope and solace
Oh you sweet and tender jingling

Ice Soldiers (2012) by Marena Whitcher

Marena Whitcher’s Shady Midnight Orchestra

The glistening gloom
Wrapped into mist
Figures of ice surrounding me
Tinkling in despair
Singing haunted songs of realms
From centuries past

The Whispering winds
Bearing their shields
Icicles shining dangerously
Piercing spears of glass
Silent screams
In frozen wars of times gone by

Crackling souls
Translucence melting down
Marching for the very last time
To the pulsing beat
Of deadened drums
Carved out of ice

The glistening gloom
Absence resounds
Years they dissolve from ice to sea
Into tides of time
Leaving only
Echoes of unspoken words

Strange ocean child (2012) by Marena Whitcher

Marena Whitcher’s Shady Midnight Orchestra

Her hair
Hissing snakes
Thirteen eyes
Made of pearls
Golden tears
Dripping among
Silvery crests

They curl around
Slimy white skin
Licking on
Coral bones
Flapping gills
Peel away scales
Ghastly grace

Beneath
The black mirror bed
Caverns gaunt
Chapels green
Frightening beasts
Magnetic obscure
Her home

Strange ocean child
Sing for me
Stormy songs
That will mourn
Ears of night
Illuminate
Eyes of day

Lost in time (2011) by Marena Whitcher

Eclecta Forever & Marena Whitcher’s Shady Midnight Orchestra

Have you ever seen time standing still?
An old picture on my dusty shelf
Reminding me of forgotten treasure
of summertimes on sun-beamed hills
dancing in those yellow fields
of gold of pleasure

Oooh...

Have you ever seen time standing still?
A kiss amongst a restless crowd
The crown in a cloud and lost in space
Electric beams flowing though my veins
A thrill of love upon my face
a warm embrace

Oooh...

following footsteps of the past, where to?
wrapped in moments here and now with you
future’s a puzzle leaving me with pieces to pursue

Oooh...

Masquerade (2013) by Marena Whitcher

Klischée

Caught in your snazzy air
a hypnotic masquerade
come on as least pretend
that you had a brain 

oh my god your awesomeness
is slimy like the belly of a jelly fish
oh please defibrillate my heart
in case it stops

Tiquette (2006) by Marena Whitcher

Klischée

I am returning the ticket
I’m giving it back to you
Don‘t give me those sad eyes
And Stop asking me who

There is no “who”, believe me
I might meet him someday
So don’t you give me a hard time
Dream, it’s not too late

I just returned the ticket
The ticket to your heart
But keep it somewhere safe
Cause the end is a new start

A dream will never be enough
Is that what you mean?
Reality is all
And there’s nothing in between?

Yes it’s hard to dance with stars
But even if you’re right
You're not behind bars
You’re free, so quit the fight

Try a change of scene
And take a second glance
There are many different roads
To give us another chance

You’re out, you’re down, you’re through
You say you’re through with me
That’s never what i had in mind
If it was ever meant to be

I just returned the ticket
The ticket to your heart
But keep it somewhere safe
Cause the end is a new start

I need a ticket exchange

Long lost day (2010) by Marena Whitcher

Gregor Freis ASMIN

Translucid waters rocking
Curling their white crest tongue tips
Kissing profound obscurity
Birthing a long lost day

Blustering silence
Billowing smoke
Rustling clouds
Vibrating skies

Sailing a ship of ruby light
Flapping majestic wings
Swirling and twirling walz
Swaying in gentle song

Secrets crying
Moments lying
Shadows mumbling
Planets are tumbling
Heavens falling
Angels crawling
Demons flying
Spirits are dying

Crackling feathers
Sizzling eyes
Flickering suns
Jittering flames

Secrets crying
Moments lying
Shadows mumbling
Planets are tumbling
Heavens falling
Angels crawling
Demons flying
Spirits are dying

Persia (2010) by Marena Whitcher

Gregor Freis ASMIN

Camels are passing through
shimmering oceans of endlessness
Where might they go,
where might they stay,
will I ever know

Time is melting
in rays of the sunlight,
a golden treat
Whispering sweet:
“Is there a chance for a dance?”
Where are you from
Where is your home
Show me your world

Persia, my dear
Stories of kingdoms that fall and that rise
pass from mouth to mouth
Glimmering laughter,
the dream that I’m after,
you got it all

Dark veiled eyes,
sparkling like stars
when the moon is high
A carpet that flies to the light,
a tender breeze

Where are you from
Where is your home
Show me your world

Persia, my love
Magical, mystical, unrealistical happiness
Passionate hearts floating towards me,
taking my tears along
May I come back
May I come home
Yours is my world

Persia, my life
May I come back
May I come home
Yours is my world
Persia, my love

Roots of a weightless soul (2010) by Marena Whitcher

Gregor Freis ASMIN

I can see a red balloon rising to the sky
Floating into silence, higher than high
That is my young heart up there filled with weightless soul
Filled with my fulfillment, wholer than whole

Here I stand by my side
I’m my light I’m my bride
Stretching roots to be whole
Roots of a weightless soul

I can see a little fish riggling with its fins
Swishing through infinity, seeking where it begins
That is my curiosity showing me the way
Into caves of eternity, into a new born day

Here I stand by my side
I’m my light I’m my bride
Stretching roots to be whole
Roots of a weightless soul

I can see a tall old tree, wise and at ease
Swaying in a breath of air, dancing on the breeze
That is my self-confidence, anchored and complete
Growing roots to heaven, where the angels meet

Here I stand by my side
I’m my light I’m my bride
Stretching roots to be whole
Roots of a weightless soul