Mystical Rose - Mike Kovacs and the Post-Modern Tribe from the rock opera After the Valentines

(Video starts at 00:40) The following is from the Act II of the rock opera "After the Valentines" by Mike Kovacs and the Post-Modern Tribe. For more information please visit: www.brimstoneandblue.com.

MYSTICAL ROSE

Mystical Rose sits at the table
At the diner where she
Talked about love
Stares at the cars
With a spoon in her hand
And hears the voice from above

"Daughter be not forsaken
in this world of cold and fear
above all these I have chosen you
to keep my voice so near.

From the moment that I heard you
Crawling in your darkest night
From the farthest corner of your tiny room
I have kept you in my sight."

Mystical Rose walks down 3rd St.
Her head is bowed in the rain.
Stares at her feet
Wipes the blood from her lip
As they call her out by name.

"Child we haven't seen you here
in far, far too long.
You were the best we've ever had
The best we've ever sold.

Now you can name the price
for just one night
and you'll never want again
and don't you think you're
not one of us
You'll be back here in the end!"

Mystical Rose lights the candle
That she keeps in a drawer by her bed
Says her prayers to God
Till all of her tears have been shed

"Father have you forgotten
the weight of memory?

What have I lost?
What have I gained
To sleep in here alone?
My soul is strong but
My flesh is weak
Won't you please come take me home?"

Category:

Music

Tags:

• cello
• alternative
• rock
• post
• modern
• Mike
• Kovacs