We've read about necrophilia
paedophilia, and sarcophagia,
Never was it sillier than in the hillier
foothills of Transylvania,
it was real turn pager
blood sucking villanella
Sometimes a bit like Norman Mailer
But always made me chillier
Like on a cold November
But let's always remember
Not to forget the Bloody Chamber
There were hounds of love
And bats that bite
There were velvet gloves
And sword fights
Pistols at dawn
And chilling cold nights
Til you almost gave up your birth rights
As in a cold November
So let's all just remember
Not to forget the Bloody Chamber
Carter was smarter
Than a dumb darter
Her arrows hit the mark
Her archers were marchers
Who walked with triumph through the dark
Her heroines were Amazons
Her Amazons were Transylvanians
Her heroes were English men and women
But so were her villains
The Marquis did some bloody deeds
All grown out of twisted lily seeds
Of Ancestries that forced him to dismember
So let's just remember
in this cold November
Not to forget the Bloody Chamber
Her mirrors were clearer than the hearer
With the lupin lugs
Her hugs were colder than the shoulder
That to a lover shrugs
Her characters saw themselves
Finally walk off her bookshelves
And into bright sunlight
And even the moon could sing her tune
And sew her yarn through silvery night
So let's remember on this cold November
Not to forget the Bloody Chamber
alright!
We've read of Dukes that make you Puke
Counts that had to mount
A child meek and mild
And pure as driven snow
Driven mad by his desire
She melts like ice in fire
And it's in the seeds the countess sews
A Countess I confess
I couldn't count a less
Unless she wore a headdress
made of Desmond Tutu's
Underwear
But a panting and a vamping
Went Lady of the House
Camping out under the stars
Of Jupiter and Mars
And Lily Plants and Geraniums
Rose gardens and Mister Lyons
Falling from Iron railings
And fathers breaking cars
And a daughter who never oughta
had got with that sorta
Fella,
but at least he was a beast
And not a Vampirella
All under my umbrella
ella, ella, ella
Just like Cinderella
Sweeping up her Cinders
In the kitchen cellar
On a cold November
So let's all just remember
Not to forget the bleeding, bleeping
Expleting and secreting, let's have
a secret meeting
I'll get some dead meat in
Bloody Chamber
Alright?
There were spaniels with
Jack Daniels
Pulling thorns from Lyons sandals
And midnight candles
Burning in the halls
There were vandals
Door handles
and phones
There were crones and bones
And stones
And Exs and hexes
And four poster bedzes
And medes of witch doctor
Tones
There were juvenilia paraphernalia
Not a paranormal failure
Nor a whiff of a storm
To be seen
Just a dream or a nightmare
Just Christ or a grizzly bear
Bearing his teeth at me
Devourings and showerings
With dollars for dowries
And flowery soury swedes
And powers that be, and powers that won't
And the wont of the seas
And the tides and the moat
And votives and motives
And ravens and cravens
And graveyard eyes of big blue skies
And whole goodbyes
And half moon sighs
And long white lies
Like fingernail size
That grow in your hand
In the night
On cold a November like this
So let's just remember
Not to forget the Bloody Chamber
Of Angela Carter
Alright!
