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The Conqueror Worm

by Half Deaf Clatch

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    The Conqueror Worm is a 19 minute musical adaptation of Edgar Allan Poe's classic lyric poem. An acoustic and mildly 'orchestral' journey into the kind of Gothic Blues and Roots music I feel most at home writing and playing nowadays. A cross between Beelzebub Jones and CrowSoul, with lyrics by Mr Poe himself.
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Lo! ’tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly—
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!

That motley drama—oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out—out are the lights—out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

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released June 3, 2022

Words by Edgar Allan Poe, copyright is in the Public Domain.

All music written, performed and recorded by A D McLatchie

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Speak Up Recordings UK

Independent label for the recording projects of Andrew McLatchie (aka Half Deaf Clatch). Slightly strange musicianer. Eleven Time British Blues Award Finalist 2013 - 2016
Six Time UK Blues Award Finalist 2018 - 2022

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