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A spindle in the sky's great cloak
Stars and cups, the wheel's fine spokes
Golden strand held for the one
Entering the Twisted Run
A single, red string tied

sat a little old woman, spinning at a wheel

“And who are you my pretty darling?”
My name is Princess Miranda. 
The Princess pointed to the spindle

are you doing?
Hello, princess. 
I'm spinning the wheel 
to make cloth. 
Come on, have a try.
At that moment, 
the spindle pricked her finger.
Ouch!

wheel, spindle wheel
Be you the brave captain from this big shining boat
Be a king, you’ll fly, let the dreams take you by

You go my girl, galloping in

A spindle's touch would bring a sleep so fierce.

[Chorus]
Sleeping beauty, in a castle high,
Waiting for a love to wake her by and by.

London, a block from Limerick
And a spindle  from Leinster above
The best silk thread in the land
And your spinning wheel will be happy.

Fa-la-la,

and finger rags
You'd hear the sound as wheels went round
Songs and laughter and lads would tell
Of the errand lasses and the buffer girls
Of the errand lasses

waiting for our next surprise 

MALEFICENT  Spindle of a spinning wheel, prick your finger to make a seal. 
SCAR Dont turn you back on me, why not make

Zigzag silohetted arm,
The constant waves, never relief?
Can you stand me?
Could you love
A spindle-less spinning wheel
A vein that's finally felt the air?

should I do acid, maybe
Just don't drive for the ride, understand

I almost took my own life, and my own damn hands
At the wheel of the van, or the car,

your finger on the spindle
Of my spinning wheel
From your lonely tower

A prisoner of circumstance
See me carried off the field
Blood on my broken lance

May your secrets travel with you
From the Middle East to the west of the middle 
Flowing where it needs to

Spinning, spinning
Spindle, copper, stone

the universe works
So I hope
So I hope

Karma Runs quick
Dharma wheel tatted on my wrist
On an 8 fold path
But I manage to take the middle
Spindle top the way I

knew

Now watch all my spindles, cogs and wheels
Spit and sweat and make me ill
While I whisper, give you peaceful sleep
Writing the names of suspects

Gears that turn the wheels and jingle
A spindle plucked, unseen and subtle
Drawing on chords deep
Insides that tingle

up the crumbs off my glass plate, eat last
Four wheel drive to the highest me I'm seen as

Felt so much regret when I was eating at your repass
Arms

Frigga's Web

Hagalaz Runedance

Frigga's Web

Silence before the storm
I reach the house hidden by the night

A light I saw I knocked all quietly
I entered; a woman sat by the spinning wheel

spindles 
Woven like fire 
Spun upon the iron wheel 
Sew him together 
So this man finds his words again 
Weave him together
So this man can return to his

World Machine

Cerebral Fix

Products of Disgust

2007

Spindles turn in the rooms,
Engines roar to the tune,
Stoke the fire, overkill
Turning cycle, it's overdue

Time's running out
Running so fast