Roy Hickling wrote a song with the phrase, “a quartet of horse”. I misheard the pronunciation of the animal. Lengthen the vowel, soften the sibilant. That’s my dark, twisted, apocalyptic mind at work. The phrase hung like a bat in a cave until I went armed with a coffee into the loft of a local cafe (I’m looking at you, Bohemia). I emerged an hour and a half later, read what I had written, and thought, “Which demented little room of hell did my mind just come out of?”
Refrain: Four whores of the end times hungry as sharks Penelope, Ecstasy, Nightmare and Dark They lie with you , lie to you Tie you in knots No one, nothing will save No one, nothing will save Penelope’s innocent, charming and wise Fools and philosophers fall in her eyes she takes you with guile she baits you with truth She grins as you gaze into fantasy’s booth Ecstasy’s horny as Sunday in hell Wet with desire for your soul’s brittle shell With your brains in her sex She’ll blow out your mind Unchained , unseemly, unhinged and unkind. Refrain With Nightmare it’s weeping and gnashing of teeth You’ll wish you were dreaming ‘way back in Westmeath When she’s finished with you Not much left on the plate except bits of bitterness, terror and hate. How will you pay when the bill comes due, When they stand at the door you just came through? What will you say to their outstretched hands : “I’m all out of flesh - you don’t understand!”? When Dark finally enters you can’t see her smile You can feel her small heat, it may last for a while And when her while’s done She will let you fall into nothing, nothing, nothing at all Four whores of the endtimes hungry as sharks Penelope, Ecstasy, Nightmare and Dark They lie with you, lie to you Tie you in knots No one, nothing will save [Repeat 3X ] © 2016 words and music by Edward Moll(SOCAN) Listen to a snippet of the song and buy online today!