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About
Bonny Tyme Pyrate is a fanblog for the singer, violinist, writer, so and so
forth, Emilie Autumn, dedicated to attempting to give some context for those who
want to know the path that brought us to this place.

Though as it started on a blog formed because I saw a hoarded URL was now open,
it also on a blog level is just me, sharing things that I like from Emilie's
work, becuase I needed somewhere to only focus on why I'm still here after an
incredibly long time.

Please note that major changes are currently being made to the site that has led
to many things having to be temproarily removed while I rebuild and exapnd, so I
am deeply sorry for any mess on this page currently





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WHO’S A LITTLE LEECH

She’s drained of every bloody drop!

There we are
Jar

Who’s a wonderous
Little worm
Here’s a fleshy slice
Doesn’t that look nice?
Oh, You’re sweet when you squirm
Isn’t it divine
That what you like to dine upon
Is that what we’ve got plenty of
Who’s a little leech?
Who’s a little peach?
Who’s a little love?

Wiggle woo

You’re exotic
And aquatic
Did you know they’re imported from France?
Fancy fancy France, fancy France
Once they were British
The Queen’s loyal subjects
But nobody objects to foreign romance

Still, although they’re hermaphrodites
Self-Reproductible
Supply can’t keep up with demand
Now her hand
Thus I felt it was right
That I make them reusable
Servant! The scissors!
Now watch, this is grand

When she’s pliant and pale
And he’s full to exceeding
I cut off his tail so that
He can keep feeding
And feeding and feeding and feeding and feeding
And she can keep bleeding and bleeding and bleeding and…

Delicious…

Who’s a darling?
Who’s a dear?
Literally humane
Friend to the insane
From Ophelia to King Lear
And if you could speak
I’d surely hear you squeak
“Dear Doctor Lymer, I love you too!”
Who’s a little leech?

Who’s a darling?
Who’s a dear?
Who’s a little blind?
But Never You Mind
For your Papa is here
Who’s a little miracle
And proof empirical
Of heaven above?
Who’s a little leech?
Who’s a little peech/
Who’s a little love?

Look! Some luscious
Jucy veins
Take a little bite
Whatever will delight
All your thirty-two brains
Who’s a little sangulvouroisly carnivorus
Please don’t bite my glove
Who’s a little leech?
Who’s a little peach?
Who’s a little love?

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HELL IS EMPTY

Emily: 

Hell is empty and all the devils are here!

Asylum Plague Rats:

(The Rats devour Dr.Stockhill) 

Hell is Empty is an adaptation of Asylum Letter L/LXIII (2nd/4th Editions) and
the death of Doctor Stockhill, with the sounds of The Asylum Rats being heard in
the short primarily instrumental track, where the main context is found in the
lyric sheet.

The quote of the one line, is a line from The Tempest act 2 scene 2:

> Not a soul
> But felt a fever of the mad and played
> Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
> Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
> Then all afire with me. The king’s son, Ferdinand,
> With hair up-staring—then, like reeds, not hair—
> Was the first man that leaped, cried, “Hell is empty
> And all the devils are here.”

Hell is Empty has been performed on the following tours:

 * Fight Like a Girl I
 * The Asylum Experience

Video: 

Hell is Empty starts at 2:10, and the video also includes The Key.

Released on:

 * Fight Like a Girl

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ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER

How did I get myself into all of this mess?
How did I end up with this deadly home address?
How did I come to this, where every song I sing
Is nothing but a list of pain and suffering?

We never will forget, and no, we will not forgive
We fought hard not to die, yet we don’t know how to live
How do we change our world to what we want it to be?
How do we move beyond all of this misery?

One foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one…

I’ve been in chains since I was nothing but a kid
We don’t know freedom, not quite sure that we ever did
Now that we have it, how will we make use of it?
We’ve been committed — now to what do we all commit?

I used to have a home, now I don’t even have a name
I’m nothing but a number, here we are all the same
We’ve lost so much, so many of those we love are dead
How do I get these memories out of my fucking head?

One foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one…

How do we bear this burden, far too much to carry?
How do we change our prison to a sanctuary?
We’ve been kept from the light, no one ever gave a damn
If I’ve no one to fight, how do I know who I am?

One foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one…

We waged a war with Hell, and look, we still survive
But just because we live does not mean that we’re alive
We’ve won the final round, but how to enjoy the win
When we’ve been broken down and we’ll never know what could have been
Heaven help us, where do we begin?

One foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one foot in front of the other foot
In front of the one!

One!

One!


Emilie on One Foot in Front of the Other:

> With ‘One Foot…’ it’s even bigger than that. It’s supposed to represent the
> ultimate answer, which is to the question that all of us have, whether we’ve
> had some really intense situations, or somebody’s had a really fucking bad
> day. Everybody has their something; there’s no one who doesn’t, and if they
> don’t, then they’re just not truly alive, because being truly alive means that
> sometimes you are going to hurt THIS much. At that time, for me, for the past
> 25 years, it’s been like “There’s gotta be an answer; there just has to be an
> answer for this: How do I go on? What do I do with all of this knowledge in my
> head?” What do you do with that? I mean I was given the ‘amnesia drug’; it
> didn’t take it away – it changed how my brain processes memories now – it
> sucks because I don’t recognize myself, but there’s nothing I can do about
> that now, except relearn how to think, but I didn’t forget anything. It’s all
> still there; everything from before the asylum, it’s all still there; it’s
> never going to go away. So there has to be a way to deal with these things and
> so that song is simply about answering ‘how do I make it go away?’ and ‘how do
> I go on?’ and realizing – one day, when I was writing F.L.A.G. – that I have
> an answer and the answer is that there is no answer, so just put one foot in
> front of the other foot, in front of the other foot. But the thing that I
> found, once I stopped looking for that magic thing, then I could find it
> within myself, because you stop searching outwards, and once you just let it
> go, and just stop and don’t waste the energy looking for that drug, or that
> magic thing … that magic word … that magic spell and just do it. It’s
> horrible, but Nike got it fucking right: Just Do It! I’m sorry, I would like
> to own that, but I can’t! So, how you go on is you just go on. And it doesn’t
> mean that’s easy, you just have to do it.

From Doom Magazine in February 2013

One Foot in Front of the Other was performed on the following tours:

 * Fight Like a Girl I
 * Fight Like a Girl II
 * The Asylum Experience

Video: 

Released On:

 * Fight Like a Girl

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GASLIGHT

Emily: 

The wheels are turning
Broken machinery
It grinds below us
And all around I see
The crooked ceiling
The old familiar halls
The dirty paper
That’s covering the walls
The shattered staircase
The bed I’m bleeding in
We’ve tried to fight this
But we can never win

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

He takes my picture
Although I don’t know why
His hands are shaking
Although I see him try
To look collected
He thinks it doesn’t show
We are connected
But what he doesn’t know
Is when the guard comes
To take me away
I will be tortured
Until the break of day

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

He’s at the window
He’s always looking down
As we are beaten
How can this fucking town
Not know what’s happening
To all their little girls
They’ve got the Pirate
They’re cutting off her curls
And she is screaming
They won’t leave her alone
And I am dreaming
Of joys I’ve never known

At least I’m breathing
At least I have my wits
But when the cart comes
Who’s buried in the pits
Below my window
I hear a horse go by
And in the next cell
An inmate starts to cry
We try our best though
To quiet down the fuss
We know tomorrow
It could be one of us

And in the gaslight that brings both life and death
If it’s like last night, this could be my last breath
And so I hold tight to any hands I see
But nothing’s alright they’re always watching me
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home
And no one’s coming, coming to take me home

While Gaslight has many references to specific scenes, it is not an adaptation
of any singular one, but does bring the atmosphere and mood of life in The
Asylum.

Gaslight has been performed on the following tours:

 * Fight Like a Girl I
 * Fight Like a Girl II

Video:

Released on: 

 * Fight Like a Girl

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START ANOTHER STORY

Sir Edward: 

Start at the beginning, finish at the end
Everything you’ll tell them is true, nothing is pretend
But when you long to come running back, remember
This is now, that was then
Yesterday will find you, where you’ve been before
Let the past remind you what’s done
Now look for something more
There’s a place I can almost see before us
Never if, only when
Start another story, tell it as you go
Make a happy ending, or sad
Tell it how you know
Just remember a day gone by is never really gone
If your tale goes on
If your tale goes…


While Sir Edward doesn’t have a speech in the book, this is closest to being
part of Asylum Letter LIII/LXVII (2nd/4th editions) with the Inmates choosing to
stay in The Asylum for their own protection



Start Another Story Has Never been performed live

Appears on:

 * Fight Like a Girl

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GOODNIGHT SWEET LADIES


Emily:
Goodnight, sweet ladies…
Goodnight, sweet friends…
You lie but sleeping
Someday we will meet again, sweet ladies…
Goodnight, sweet friends…
You lie but sleeping
Someday we will meet again

Emily, Inmates:
With rosemary green and bright
You’re not forgotten, eternal night
Can’t fade your memory, dim your light
You’ve made a difference, you’ve won your fight

We lift our branches and though we weep
No death could conquer, you only sleep
Goodnight, sweet ladies…
Goodnight, sweet friends…
You lie but sleeping
Someday we will meet again

Goodnight, sweet ladies…
Goodnight, sweet friends…
You lie but sleeping
Someday we will meet again, sweet ladies…
Goodnight, sweet friends…
You lie but sleeping
Someday we will meet again

With rosemary green and bright
You’re not forgotten, eternal night
Can’t fade your memory, dim your light
You’ve made a difference, you’ve won your fight

We lift our branches and though we weep
No death could conquer, you only sleep
Goodnight, sweet ladies…
Goodnight, sweet friends…
You lie but sleeping
Someday we will meet again

Let no voice falter, let die no flame
Let all remember your every name
Let faces turn to the starry sky
Let songs be sung ‘til our throats are dry
Let no voice falter, let die no flame
Let all remember your every name
Let faces turn to the starry sky
Let songs be sung 'til our throats are dry

Dry… dry… dry… dry…

(Simultaneously)
Four o'clock, four o'clock…
Never let me sleep…
Four o'clock, four o'clock…
Never let me sleep…

(Simultaneously)
The art of suicide…
Nightgowns and hair…
Curls flying every which way…

(Simultaneously)
I close my eyes and pray for the garish light of day…
Like a frightened child I run from the sleep that never comes…

(Simultaneously)
If I burn you will see the fire in your mind when you sleep…

(Simultaneously)
The pain too pure to hide…
Bridges of sighs…
Meant to conceal lover’s lies…

(Simultaneously)
I close my eyes and pray for the garish light of day…
Like a frightened child I run from the sleep that never comes…

(Simultaneously)
Under the arches of moonlight and sky…
Under the arches of moonlight and sky…

Goodnight Sweet Ladies is an adaptation of Asylum Letter LII (2nd edition), and
the funeral held for the inmates mentioned within it.
In the 4th edition this scene is heavily revised, appears in more that
description, and lines from the song appear in the text.

As part of the final harmonies are lyrics from 4 O’Clock and The Art of
Suicide. 

Goodnight Sweet Ladies Has never been performed live

Appears on:

 * Fight Like a Girl

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FACE THE WALL

[Instrumental]


FACE THE WALL HAS BEEN PERFORMED ON THE FOLLOWING TOURS:

Summer 2007*
The Asylum
The Plague
The Gate
The Gate II
The Key
The Door ‡

*Certain shows only, mainly depending on time
‡ Removed mid tour


Video:

Released On:

 * Laced/Unlaced

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THE KEY

[Emily]
  I hear her footsteps running towards me down the hall
And by the lantern light I see her body fall
She reaches out to me, the Ward Key in her hand
She speaks to me in noises I don’t understand
The key that taunted me, the key that drove me mad
The key that murdered any freedom I once had
Is offered to me know, can this be but a dream?
My trance is broken by this woman’s dying scream
The key now in my hand from Quarantine I race
And when I reach the landing every ghostly face
Is waiting for me there commanding me to RUN
The walls are lifting, lockdown’s already begun
The staircase shatters as my fate I fly to meet
The wood is splintering beneath my stocking feet
At last I’m past the gate, at last I’m at the cell
That’s kept me from the sun and hidden me in Hell
The key that locked us in is now what sets us free
The inmates have emerged and now they look to me
To lead them to the light, to lead them to the door
But as we flee I trip and fall down to the floor
Now, as I hit the ground, as painfully I land
The key for which I’ve waited years shoots from my hand
Then, quick as lightning strikes, the Doctor’s heavy shoe
Comes down upon the key concealing it from view
His eyes are burning red with madness, this is when
He picks it up and turns to lock us in again
I leap upon him for I’ve nothing left to lose
He overpowers me and asks the girls to choose
He runs his blade across my throat as if to say
That he will take my life if they don’t walk away
Retreat they do at once, without a second thought
They only know that we were free and now we’re not
And then I feel my darling Annie’s Master Key
From all those years ago, still tied above my knee
It glows against my skin but doesn’t cause me pain
What happens next I cannot possibly explain
It pulls me from the floor, it pulls me towards the gate
It fits into the lock and every last inmate
Is breathless as the bars swing open with a creak
And no one’s seen to move, and no one’s heard to speak
Then, all at once, the clock from fifty floors below
Is loudly striking four, and suddenly I know
What must be done – there can be no one left alive
The Doctor’s all must die if we are to survive
It’s Time to show our strength
It’s Time that we unite
It’s Time to change the game
It’s Time we learn to fight
It’s Time this house is ours
It’s Time we take it back
It’s Time for bloody war
IT’S TIME FOR THE ATTACK!



THE KEY HAS BEEN PERFORMED IN THE FOLLOWING TOURS:

 * Fight Like a Girl Tour II
 * The Asylum Experience

Video:

Released on: 

 * Fight Like a Girl

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WE WANT THEM YOUNG

[Doctors]
We want them young
We want them fresh
We want them
We want them now!

[Inmates]
We want our freedom from this prison
Help us!
Please let us out!

[New Inmate]
I should be home by now…
Someone will come for me…

[Dr. Stockill]
It was they who sent you to our fine institution
You’re difficult, we are the solution
God, didn’t you know, didn’t you think, didn’t you see
Fool!

[Doctors]
Look to your neighbors
To your friends
Look to your daughters
To your wives
You must release them to our care
You are endangering your lives
Let us relieve you of your burden
From the fear you’re living in
Protect yourselves from their corruption
From their wickedness and sin

[Inmates]
It’s far too crowded in this cell
We are not living — we’re in Hell!
When will the tables finally turn?
When will they fall?

[Doctors]
When will they burn?

The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls Notes:

We Want Them Young is not a direct adaptation of any scene in The Asylum Book,
though is taken from witch hunt for the “insanity on the rise” mentioned in
Asylum Letter XLV, and increasing inmate numbers following The Ophelia
Galleries.

While in the tours Veronica never was given the “New Inmate” solo, and she’s
credited as such not by name there has been speculation that she was intended to
be, or will be Veronica in a full musical version.

This is also the only appearance of Stockhill in Fight Like a Girl.

We Want Them Young Has Been Performed on the Following Tours:

 * Fight Like a Girl I
 * Fight Like a Girl II
 * The Asylum Experience

Video:

On the 2nd North American leg in 2013, in Maggot’s absence Moth performed a flag
dance.

Released On:

 * Fight Like a Girl

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I DON’T UNDERSTAND

[Thomson]
Let me take your picture…

[Emily]
Is that a camera?

[Thomson]
Yes, it is. And when I light the powder…

[Emily]
Ah! How long does it take?

[Thomson]
Well, are you very good at sitting still?

[Emily]
Why do you ask?

[Thomson]
For, if you’re not, then we’ll have to clamp your head in place…

[Emily]
You really do that?

[Thomson]
You’d be surprised how often

[Emily]
I’ve had enough of clamps…

[Thomson]
I don’t understand…

[Emily]
He doesn’t, does he…

[Thomson]
What are all these bruises?

[Emily]
Does he know where he is?

[Thomson]
These lacerations… may I look?

[Emily]
What’s all this for?

[Thomson]
Why is she here? She doesn’t seem to be insane at all…
Would you allow me to place these flowers in your hair?

[Emily]
He seems so nervous…

[Thomson]
Pardon me…

[Emily]
He’s very pretty…

[Thomson]
There now… better then by far

[Emily]
Should we hide the scar?

[Thomson]
No! The scar is beautiful… it’s like a heart…

[Emily]
I’m like Ophelia again. Is it ever over? Will never end? What accounts for this
morbid fascination with this suicidal girls? Pretend you’re drowning… moan and
sigh… only thing you’re not told is the reason why. This obsession is madness at
its most perverse. My God, what in the world could be the purpose of this game
when every time it ends the same? Poor Shakespeare’s turning in his grave! Still
I must behave… Doctor’s little slave…

[Thomson]
No! No, that’s perfect! Don’t move an inch! That’s far more real
I’ve never seen a face like hers… the world should look upon it…
Well, I suppose that’s why they’ve brought me here. Miss I think you…

[Emily]
I’ve done nothing…

[Thomson]
She’s done more than she knows…

[Emily]
I haven’t heard those words in years… The Chaser’s coming for me…

[Thomson]
Why must she be chained? I don’t understand…

[Emily]
He doesn’t, does he…

In Performance:

I Don’t Understand has not been performed live, but as of September 2019 can be
presumed to be included in the upcoming musical.

Released On:

 * Fight Like a Girl

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