Roky Erickson

Burn The Flames

Roky Erickson


Here I sit 
A vampire at my piano 
The flames burn glaringly higher 
And the eyes that stare 
through the darkness 
Though they have no form 
There's no need for alarm 

So burn, so burn 
Burn the flames higher and higher 
So burn, burn the flames 
Never to expire 

Here I sit 
A skeleton at my organ 
The candles in my candelabra 
burning hellishly, hellish hell 

And the laughter unending echoes 
through the haunted house 
A little Christmas spirit 
Ghostly haunting deadly spirit 
Every creature is stirring 
Even the mouse 

So burn, so burn 
Burn the flames higher, higher, higher, and higher 
So burn, burn the flames 
Never to expire 

So burn... 
Burn the flames higher, higher, higher, and higher 
So burn, burn the flames 
Never to expire 

Here I sit myself at my instruments 
Here they sit at their instruments 
And the music fills and fills 
Terrifies, horrifies, forever scares 
The children of the night 
What music we make 

So burn, so burn 
Burn the flames higher and higher 
So burn, burn the flames 
Never to expire