Spiral Staircase - President Romana (Original Trock)
Автор: President Romana
Загружено: 2013-01-19
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A song about 'The Snowmen' (which is rather fitting, as I can currently see snowflakes dancing outside my bedroom window. Ah, Britain and its unpredictable weather...). I was tied between writing about the fairytale winteriness of the episode, or the vibrancy of the Doctor and Clara's relationship. I went for the first this time, but will no doubt return to the latter, perhaps when the second half of the series comes around.
Inspiration for this song came from 'Feed the Birds' (Mary Poppins) and 'Carol of the Bells' (and the snow outside, of course). :D
Apologies for poor vocals. :S
Notices:
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Lyrics:
The snow lies white over London town
On Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve,
A barmaid escapes from the Rose and Crown
And is told to believe
By a man in a carriage so cold and alone,
So far away from the love he'd once known,
His friends; his hope; his happiness
Are all gone now.
So she climbs up the spiral staircase high,
It pierces the clouds; she can't understand why,
A blue fortress hangs over the world from above,
Where a Time Lord hides without human love.
A woman lies cold under sheets of ice,
It's part of the scheme; it's part of the scheme
Of the villain the Doctor's already met twice,
Is it all just a dream? Is it all just a dream?
A time ship much smaller on the outside,
Now casting all danger and worries aside,
His friends; his hope; his happiness,
Returning now.
So she climbs up the spiral staircase high,
It pierces the clouds; she can't understand why,
A blue fortress hangs over the world from above,
Where a Time Lord hides without human love.
Falling so far,
Down, down she goes,
Will she survive?
Nobody knows.
Just like the ice,
Odds looking thin,
Now time to die,
Time to begin,
Fell to her death,
No TARDIS key,
New life again,
New mystery.
So she climbs up the spiral staircase high,
It pierces the clouds; she can't understand why,
A blue fortress hangs over the world from above,
Where a Time Lord hides without human love.
...
Feedback appreciated! :D
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