Fairy Tales for Homeless Faeries

by Paul Shapera

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erin301
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erin301 beautiful album. the music itself ranges from angry to mystical to delightful, all in one album. i cant stop listening! Favorite track: The Rise Of Avalon (Kevin Smith).
ashadicelich
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ashadicelich The first track was re-recorded while I wasn't looking and I was very confused... Love all of them though!

Only problem is that in The Changeling, it's established that Reggie left home at the age of 12 to live on the streets, and in Adore a very clearly adult male is singing about the scent of Reggie's bedroom and how he wants to kiss him... Nooo! Favorite track: The House Of Children.
J.M. Waverman
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J.M. Waverman A series of magical songs hinting at their ultimate meaning perpetually... burn the bourgeois. Favorite track: Kelli, The Grimehouse Fairy.
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The fall of the great fairy kingdom of Avalon was the saddest day in all of Fae history. Though Celia had seen Men once or twice her two Fae younglings had never laid eyes on such creatures, until the night of which i tell when they stormed the city and Avalon fell. Fae mother Celia with 3 children ran to escape the city, when she met the 1st man. His name Daughlin Craig, and his sword was drawn but when he saw the young mother, he lowered it down He let them pass, and a tear on the face of one of the children Daughlin Craig wiped away. The tear left a mark on his hand, a sign his family would carry the rest of their line ... Fae mother Celia with 3 children ran to escape the city, when she met the 2 man. His name, Tobias Miller and his sword was unsheathed he would not let her pass unless she paid him a fee A glowing moonstone from around her neck she gave the man before she took her children and fled but when Tobias Miller got home after siege had stopped the moonstone was now naught but a small black rock Though he threw it away in mad disgust his very young son eyed it and picked it back up enchanted by its glow until he too grew up and reached the age where he too saw only black rock however no matter any attempt to get rid of the rock, it never left Bury it, throw it, whatever was tried it remained in their family the rest of their line ... Fae mother Celia had reached the gates of the fallen city and was almost safe in the forest beyond whatever kin she had left who hadn't already died in the defense had fled She met the 3rd man then, Malachi Smith and sword drawn he ordered that payment be met but jewelry and baubles were not what he like he wanted pay of a more... intimate kind Fae mother Celia did what she must the man grunted and smirked and let them go past she and her children fled into the night carrying what would become of the man's baby inside
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Amanda Craig 04:52
A strange girl Amanda Craig, odd and distracted and wild eyed with stories of friends she had made who lived in the woods and whenever she could she would run off to play with throughout all the day And weep not my child, for who One night's dance, a life will see you through A strange girl Amanda, that mark on her hand and when taunted she'd just glide oblivious by But some had decided in scorn and despisement her torment would taste good and thus by and by The bullies they badgered and bothered and beat her til one Monday when they no longer went near They came to school with an odd look of strange terror avoided her, trembled, even cried a few tears And weep not my child, for who One night's dance, a life will see you through By mid teens Amanda was absent so often some say she ran naked through forests at night Her parents would shrug and exchange glances knowing the woods were her mate and the fairies her guides Adults now, those bullies invoked the authorities "for her own good we must put her away" It took time to capture but in the asylum for 60 years they threw Amanda Craig And weep not my child, for who One night's dance, a life will see you through At 85 in an old home sat Amanda and also those bullies who put her away Old now they all watch TV in the Commons until the warm night when the fairies they came Weep not my child for Amanda they Fae came the night 'fore she died for this one last soiree Weep not my child for the bullies for out of the window they climbed and danced with the Fae And though on that night they all died from exhaustion they begged her forgiveness with tears in their eyes They all agreed it was the finest, the greatest the most sublime night they had had in their lives and weep not my child, for who One night's dance, a life will see you through
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If on weekends you go wild, dress up then go out to play pop some pills and feed your head then just dance the night away if you feel it's getting stale, the same of thrills from week to week they say Eli has the cure, the Onyx Ticket that you seek The hidden party, all those strange old rumors that you've heard it's so fierce that it blows minds, some who go just don't return Nothing wilder exists, it's invite only and if you want an Onyx Ticket then Eli Miller is your man Eli is my cousin and the thing that no one knows our family has a curse from very long ago Each generation has a chosen one who comes along who inherits the black rock and whose life is not that long At 16 it begins, they disappear at night taken to some ballroom both refined and brutal wild Dancing with the fairies, taken night by night what a thrill but you will drop dead from fatigue by 25 The black stone, it's the key and it's in the family line it's the beacon how they find you and no matter how you try you cannot lose it but you just might loan it for a spell it's the Onyx Ticket that Eli Miller sells If on weekends you go wild, dress up then go out to play pop some pills and feed your head then just dance the night away there's a party that's so wild, it makes madmen out of sane rent the black rock ticket, go in Eli Miller's place
4.
A bit strung out he floats the streets travails by trading tricks for treats scoffs at futures and at pasts and paints the night long as luck lasts His parents told him long ago "We had a baby boy you know one night the fairies came and boom replaced our son and gave us you" They tried to put one through but yeah we knew When very young a friend had he a fairy only he could see together all the time they'd play and she's still with him to this day The only friend who ever really stayed not went away At 12 he left, went to the streets for reasons why we'd best not speak The fairy, she went with him too they forge their way the city through What else did you expect them both to choose They make do Alas as adolesence raged his fairy friend began to fade she's still there, it's just his eyes with age they cannot see her kind Alone in pale, grey cities of the blind he's now confined But there's a drug, a rusty sand it's all the rage, he takes it and when he's high again he sees his fairy friend he can perceive Together is just how they're meant to be It's all he needs So a bit strung out he floats the streets his teenage years taste nice and sweet to certain married men with cash He paints the night long as luck lasts
5.
The house loved the presence of children. They were the only thing that could satiate its deep, ever malingering loneliness. The house already had two children when it appeared down the street from Emma. The townspeople eyed it carefully and waited. Emma and her friend Connor were curious about this old house that just appeared one day. It had a lovely garden and while playing in the yard they met the two children already living there. Eventually they were invited inside to eat. On the dining room table was a wonderful feast with every food a child could want. They ate ravenously then were shown to an upstairs bedroom where they fell asleep. The house, having happily gained two more children, moved to another street across town taking Emma and Connor forever with it. Little by little the house collected a menagerie of bright children. They ran about playing games, screeching, eating and always obeying the one cardianl rule the house imposed upon them: never open the basement door. The townspeople watched the house carefully and waited. Emma learned all kinds of games and would often look after the younger ones. Some nights, when the others were asleep, she eyed the basement door carefully and waited. The primal forces that propel life can only be held at bay for so long. Thus it was inevitable that someone would open the basement door. Someone always did. This time it was Emma. The basement wasn't the funland the rest of the house was. The basement was... cool. They started hanging out down there. The changes happened fast. Connor began looking at Emma differently. Furtive glances, sighs, growths, curves, crushes, eventually cries of passion and cries of rage and sorrow. Within 2 weeks the children had become wolves. The wolves howled and prowled and could not be contained. They broke through the cellar doors and ran into the night air. When the townspeople caught wind of the wolves a cheer went up through the town. The Great Hunt had begun. They grabbed their guns and headed into the woods. 3 days later the last wolf alive crept unseen back into the house. It was Emma. She had been shot twice. She was bleeding and whimpering. She was also pregnant. She crawled her way to an upstairs bedroom where she lay. She gave birth to two human babies, then died. The house loved the presence of children. They were the only thing that could satiate its deep, ever malingering loneliness. The house already had two children when it appeared down the street from Vicki.
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It's the scent of your bed that lingers in my head So i've come to watch you sleep one night more And the shades of the room dance softly cross the moon light covered floor, and you i adore. When we passed by and your scent lingered in my head and i knew it was you i'd have lived for If i've had stayed we'd have kissed, but in another world i live taken long before, but you now i adore. I adore in the night when dark dreams roar and a memory stirs, a long lost world i mourned to long before, la vie, la morte Long ago there was a babe, and one night the wee folk came and his scent would trace the room no more and the world where he'd had grown and the love he would have known are lost, and you now i adore I adore in the night when dark dreams roar and a memory stirs, a long lost world i mourned to long before, la vie, la morte I've lived in lands far too strange in your language to explain and i'll know a place called home nevermore but ah, the scent of your bed, it lingers in my head so one night more i watch you and adore
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Every year the fairy Kelli would lay silver petals onto the floor of the basement, near the furnace, deep in the Grimehouse. In years past, when the Grimehouse was just a pleasant field her lover had died there. His wounds were just too grave and as she cradled him and wept he told her to keep vigil and swore he would return to to her one day on this very spot if she would just wait. So wait she did. She built herself a mound and settled in. They said that field was haunted and that anyone who tried to dare and build a thing upon it met ill fate in all due time Finally a factory of black steel, men and fire was erected on that spot and roared its smoke into the sky Workers sweated, died there and some say that if you drop and ageless girl with wings appears with water, grace and song One day a young new hire full of pamphlets, full of blaze talked of unions, revolutions, workers' rights and strikes and pay Rise up now oh Workers we unite upon this land the toil of our hands, as comrades we stand] Rise up now oh Workers side by side we all shall rise Our dear Union's might will triumph this night The bosses killed the young man but his books just disappeared It was Kelli and she read them, every word and shed a tear After that the men swore when the ageless girl showed up that now her fist was in the air, she spoke of workers rising up The Grimehouse Revolution, what a sight it was to see the bosses hired an army to bring the Workers to their knees They say it was like magic, like the factory came alive fought alongside with the Workers and turned the war's fierce tide Rise up now oh Workers we unite upon this land the toil of our hands, as comrades we stand] Rise up now oh Workers side by side we all shall rise Our dear Union's might will triumph this night The Factory of the Proletariat lasted decades, but one day plans were made to dismantle it and replace it with a more modern update. After this, it was as if something worked against them. Strange and horrific events began occurring and within a few years the factory was abandoned. The Grimehouse say untouched for many years until it became a makeshift and secret home for runaway and abandoned children, all of whom swore ther were watched over and protected by an ageless girl with wings. Some say the fairy Kelli waits in the Grimehouse for her long lost lover to return to her, but this is not true. He did return to her, reincarnated years ago. He is the Grimehouse itself.
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All i ever longed for was a world where i belonged and something with a smile like your to share it Though once i could have simply sat and watched the world burn when we first met i knew that i could bear it For 1,000 years the changelings in your cradles have been placed For 1,000 years they do the tasks all gave them For 1,000 years they carve their sigils in the city's bones and for 1,000 years the Fae watch and are waiting And you knew i was different, never fit right in the world and i knew you were wistful and elated Together then we spun and wove a story of our own and for awhile we lived in adoration For 1,000 years your infants have been softly whisked away and babes like me are put there as replacements and onto me it falls the task to carve the very last sigil that will cause this city's desolation All i ever longed for was a world where i belonged and something with a smile like yours to share it Together we were fairy tales and poetry and wine until you slept with him and i can just not bear it I would have saved the world for you, i would have let it go I would have kept your heart so sweet protected but now i wonder whether i should carve the final mark and all that we have loved, it will be ended All i ever longed for was a world where i belonged and something with a smile like yours to share it and i can never not love you so deep with all my heart but this love for you at last i cannot bear it... ................. The fall of the great human city of Victoria was the saddest day in its residents' history. As if some arcane button had been pressed, almost overnight it simply faded away and was replaced by a strange and perplexing place its denizens would refer to as Avalon.

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Hopefully the most awesome book of short stories (about fairies in this case) you never read. And instead of reading it, you listen to it told to you in song.

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released October 15, 2013

Thanks to Matthew Broyles for guitar on Fall Of Avalon and Eli Miller.

Lyrics are indeed included.

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Paul Shapera Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

These days the teddy bear picnic is a rather somber affair. They mostly just sit together in silence. The beings who had taken these guises had over time lost all recollection of their origins, purpose, or selves. They only know they are someplace foreign, cut off from whatever homeland they once had, utterly alone in an incomprehensible world. Some picnics they listen to Paul Shapera. ... more

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