The Stand

Outside the street’s on fire

In a real death waltz .

Between what’s flesh and fantasy

And the poets down here

Don’t write nothin at all

They just stand back and let it all be

And in the quick of the night

They reach for their moment

And try to make an honest stand

But they wind up wounded

Not even dead

Tonight in Jungle Land .

And it was clear she couldn’t go on!

The door was opened and the wind appeared ,

The candles blew and then disappeared ,

The curtains flew and then he appeared ,

Said, "Don’t be afraid ,

Come on, Mary ."

And she had no fear

And she ran to him

And they started to fly …

She had taken his hand …

" Come on, Mary ;

Don’t fear the Reaper! "

WHAT’S THAT SPELL?

WHAT’S THAT SPELL?

WHAT’S THAT SPELL?