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Alice's House As a child I dreamt I fell headlong down a…
Animal Crackers His taste was odd to say the least, he sampled…
Aunty Aunty lacks the social graces She pulls the most peculiar f…
Berlin It seems long ago and not yesterday That I stood at…
Blades of Battenburg Through the iron gates a carriage rolls To the house, a…
Builder of Follys A builder of follys set out to astound With a network…
Burn No light leaks from the master's study There's no sound in…
Cairo Where the dark streets wind in Cairo Where the howling jacka…
Christine Christine there is much I can't forget Christine you are so…
Cousin Emilia Miss Emilia St John spent innumerable hours In pursuit of b…
Crimes of Dr Cream They say he was a tall gent and curiously cross…
Death or Glory In the cruel half light the lines are drawn, While…
Edgar Allan Poe There′s no more haunted man than me save Edgar Allan…



Gary Gilmore's Eyes I´m lying in a hospital, I´m pinned against the bed A…
Ghost Ships Jack he sits alone by the waterfront, Waiting for the…
I Was a Teenage Zombie I took it in the head It was a 45 But I…
Journey to the Pole A traveller of great renown, a theorist of repute, Planned …
Jumbee In Port Au Prince the tall ships take on spice Brown…
Madame Guillotine Madame Guillotine she walks in majesty Vile jesters fawning …
Madhouse Here I am in another home Sister's gone and we're quite…
Nosferatu He dines alone in empty rooms with sweet bouquet of…
Nursery Crimes When I was young I didn't have too many little…
Reptile House Every dayis like the last Each a pleasure when it's past Com…
Resurrection Joe Creeping through the kirkyard after dark A charnel sack and …
Roaring Boys The devil take you all, we're bound for Bedlam You'll find…
Sad Sweet Smile I'm thinking about a girl that used to know And her…
Spring Heeled Jack Who lurks down the lane Crouched in the shadows No lantern t…
The Best Years of Our Lives Broughton fags for Cunningham, Mayhew's fag has fled, I don…
The Curate of Cheltenham The curate of Cheltenham, the Reverend Weir, Believed that …
The Executioner's Song He removes the sign over the door 'Public Executioner' His s…
The Great Edwardian Air-raid We stood upon the heath, the astronomer and I Counting paras…
The Hanging Judge The hanging judge woke at midday With fetid breath and tombs…
The Puppet Master Behind a yellow lit window at the back of the…
Thunderbird I know no lover like this car of mine Black beetle…
Walter the Occultist Walter the Occultist is sleeping in the parlour His tarot is…
Waltzing the Square Ring Again I dared fortune to make my name In sawdust and the…
Wyndam Hill They gathered around the machine at the fete on the…