Photo Credit: Ray Bradbury’s ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes.’ Walt Disney Pictures, 1983.Words: Ryan / Music: Ryan and Dachshund
–And you now remember! You were 12 years old
When you first heard it calling
Like a long steam-train, in the late-late night
When the leaves started falling
And the softness of her skin, when you held her close, Said you’d be with her always
Then the frost blew in, and what Heaven knows
Can’t help heal your heartache!
Don’t matter which way you run
Something wicked this way comes
Bodies, they undress for bed
Words whispered by lips of red
They’re watching you through the fence
The veil of your innocence
The silk, from the spider, spun
Something wicked this way comes!
Were you all alone? Was it on a Sunday?
The sound of you crying
Through the bedroom door, where the growups do
Their living and dying;
The body, the bread, the blood in the cup,
The faith and the maker,
And the guilt you’ll feel, for the wordless joy
Of animal nature!
Don’t matter which way you run
Something wicked this way comes
Bodies, they undress for bed
Words whispered by lips of red
They’re watching you through the fence
The veil of your innocence
The silk, from the spider, spun
Something wicked this way comes!