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Marena Whitcher's Shady Midnight Orchestra Switzerland

Marena Whitcher is a vocalist, multi-instrumentalist, and composer. Her excursions into every imaginable und inconceivable vocal dimension are eccentric and theatrical, counterpointed by her exploration of sinister and melancholy realms. She has arranged a mosaic of facets in her elaborate Shady Midnight Orchestra, issuing her first album, entitled Ghostology. ... more

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Track Name: Ice Soldiers
The glistening gloom
Wrapped into mist
Figures of ice surrounding me
Tinkling in despair
Singing haunted songs of realms
From centuries past

The whispering wind
Bearing their shields
Icicles shining dangerously
Piercing spears of glass
Silent screams in frozen wars
Of times gone by

Crackeling souls
Translucence
Melting down
Marching for the very last time
To the pulsing beat
Of deadened drums
Carved out of ice

The glistening gloom
Absence resounds
Years they dissolve from ice to sea
Into tides of time
Leaving only echoes of
Unspoken words
Track Name: Lost in Time
Have you ever seen time standing still?
An old picture on my dusty shelf
Reminding me of forgotten treasure
Of summertimes on sun-beamed hills
Dancing in those yellow fields
Of gold of pleasure

Oooh...

Have you ever seen time standing still?
A kiss amongst a restless crowd
The crown in a cloud and lost in space
Electric beams flowing though my veins
A thrill of love upon my face
A warm embrace

Oooh...

Following footsteps of the past, where to?
Wrapped in moments here and now with you
Future’s a puzzle leaving me with pieces to pursue

Oooh...
Track Name: Last Chance for a Ghost Dance
Loved my feather bed
Golden chandelier
Felt both safe and sound
And yet I was curious

When my mother passed
Questions took her place
Sang myself to sleep
Woke up with a stranger tune

You can live my past
I will live your now
Open up my book
Take a look inside my soul

Tangled up in words
Mystery is my old friend
I’m one step ahead
Story’s you the story’s me

Take a look
Cause this is what you’ve been waiting for
You’ve been asking for it
But are you ready?
I can show you
What you’ve been
What you’ll be
Do you want to see?
Oh think real good about it
Think real good about it!
Come with me

Come with me
Come with me now
The moment is near the shadows are here
This is the chance to dance with me
Cast out your fears open your ears
And you might see who you can
See who you can be

Those shades of gloom will open their tombs
Join in the mist you’ll turn and you’ll twist
Tonight
Sway and swirl with glee

Ghosts 1, 2 and 3 simultaneously:

Ghost 1:
The dead and alive will blend their woes
And skeletons wear their finest clothes
Tonight
Young and old will shake their chattering bones

Ghost 2:
Join in the ghostly dancing night
Moonbeams are casting down their light
Tonight
Young and old will shake their clanking bones

Ghost 3:
Black and white will shift their tones
Young and old will shake their bones
Join in the ghostly dancing night
Moonbeams are casting down their light

Tangled up in words
Mystery is my old friend
I’m one step ahead
Story’s you the story’s me

Grieved my mother’s past
Seen what things will come
Moved with shadowed shapes
And I sang their haunting songs

Now I’ll close my eyes
Give myself to chance
Mystery’s my old friend
Story’s you the story’s me
Track Name: Strange Ocean Child
Her hair
Hissing snakes
Thirteen eyes
Made of pearls
Golden tears
Dripping among
Silvery crests

They curl around
Slimy white skin
Licking on
Coral bones
Flapping gills
Peel away scales
Ghastly grace

Beneath
The black mirror bed
Caverns gaunt
Chapels green
Frightening beasts
Magnetic obscure
Her home

Strange ocean child
Sing for me
Stormy songs
That will mourn
Ears of night
Illuminate
Eyes of day
Track Name: Coniunctio Oppositorum
I’m climbing these stairs
They‘re leading nowhere
Will the circle close
Or come around?
Not sure if I am going up or down

The more that I want the less I got
The more that I am the more I’m not
I try to soar but then I dive
The more I say the more I lie

So much sense confuses me
You let me go I’m still not free
To do what I want I’m way too scared
For paradox I’m not prepared

Pro or con and good or evil
Sad or glad I‘m going mad
I can‘t seem to choose
Coniunctio Oppositorum
Opposites will clash together
Too much to lose

A gentle leaf gets torn by the wind
A stiff old trunk gets kicked in the shin
A handful of sand gets cast to the breeze
A block of ice makes me freeze

Night and day are side by side
Dawning the dusk and dusking the dawn
Friends and foes are sharing one face
Beware of friends greet the unknown

A thesis and its antithesis teases us and synthesizes
Ties me in knots
To be or not to be is not the question it’s the answer
It’s the truth in between

I resign
I’m fine with disillusions
Seeing through
Misleading false conclusions
Sailing to the middle stream
Can‘t decide for one extreme
Drifting in between

Ebb or tide
Wax or wane
Above or below
I‘m running in circles
Whichever path I’ll take
I’ll come around
Track Name: Transformation Train
On the route to Perdition, there’s a train that alchemically transforms dead people into ghostly angels.
The process takes place in three stages, in three different compartments:
In the first compartment, cheerleading skeletons welcome the new guests and give them a pep talk about dying with a little show called “meet your maker”.
In the second compartment, the guests are whipped and punished, separating spirit from flesh and bone. But don’t worry, this stage is cooed on by pigeons.
In the last compartment, angels emerge from the thrashed bodies. And finally, they swoosh off into eternity.
In the end, they will be shooting with stars.

Cheerleading skeletons
Greeting new passengers
Pep talks and shows about death
To give them courage
Then they’ll be sent
To detach soul from body
Free for ever more

Welcome welcome come on closer
Welcome to the transformation train
Don’t be scared we know this might seem frightening
Just a couple steps to go through
Then you’ll be released eternally
Floating into oblivion
Souls will fly!

First they’ll be whipping you a little
Getting your soul free from your body
Don’t worry, the pigeons will take care of you. And before you know it, you’ll be ready to go!
Meet your maker
Don’t be scared to die, die, die
DIE!

Face the truth
Face it now
Face it
Badubedibu?

Their flesh will be cut from their bones
So that their spirit will be free!
Release me
Transform me
Pigeon coo
Courage crew

Cheerleading skeletons
Greeting new arrivals
Pep talks and shows about death
To shake their panic
Then they’ll be sent
To detach soul from body
Free for ever more

On the route to Perdition, strange voices can be heard: Cheering, squealing, angelical singing, always followed by ear-piercing whistles and clattering metal, reminding vaguely of a run-down train.
Many a villager has woven those sounds into his dreams, waking up in the morning and trying to remember if they were real or just a figment of their alchemical imagination.
Track Name: Midnight Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary
Tapping at my door obsidian feather
All she said was “Nevermore”
Quoth the raven of dark stormy weather

Lost for evermore
Came tapping, and flapping
Try to find my name
In ghostly lamplight
Let me think: “Your name’s Lenore”
Quoth the raven: “Nevermore”

In the darkness of night I’m peering
As the clearness of dawn is nearing
Lost for ever more
Your name is Lenore
The midnight beguiles
Our sad soul to smile

Magic bird of yore
The raven I’m craving
Let the angels sing
When you come tapping
At my door the darkest sound
When old midnight comes around