Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Attic, artist - Professor Elemental. Album song The Adventures of Professor Elemental, in the genre
Date of issue: 05.11.2017
Record label: Tea Sea
Song language: English
The Attic |
Look, i dont show this to everyone |
You mustn’t never tell anyone |
If you go up there |
Show no fear don’t ever run |
Up those stairs if you’re ready then come |
And take these keys |
The first unlocks the door |
The second the loft hatch |
The third the false wall |
The fourth key is special |
You’ll know when you’ll need it |
Keep it close and use it if it glows and gets heated |
Take only what you can fit in your pocket |
You may need breadcrumbs |
A feather |
A locket |
The feather is an offering to old lord Owl |
The locket for the ghost that haunts and howls |
The bread crumbs, well you can choose that |
Use them to get back or fend off King Rat |
There’s really no map |
It’s different every visit |
Stay on the wooden track |
And don’t listen to the spirits |
-Music- |
Whatever you do when you climb the stairs |
Never look back, look alive and stare |
Into the inky black and what you’ll find up there |
Is a light to your left |
Go right instead |
The glow is a trap that unware visitors |
Deliver to the attic is more than a bit sinister |
King Rat is in residens and must be crossed |
For everyone’s sake, you musn’t get lost |
Study the tops of the boxes and bricka brack |
Bips bops, gadgets, inventions and nick nacks |
Look for what’s lost and take nothing else |
Not jewelry or witches or mummified elves |
Don’t touch the old crock or the unicorns horn |
Stay away from the cages |
You know you’ve been warned |
Old piles of ridiculously impossibly high |
But some hold hideous mockeries of life |
Beware the broken robot butler of dodgey desire |
Selfaware and violent |
A horrible device |
And after what he did he was banished |
To a tragic faith |
He remains in the attic |
Have you ever imagined what happens |
To an intended ideas |
Forgotten passions |
Broken moments |
Lost fragments |
Unworable invetions |
Lost or shattered |
Nothing is perfect, nothing is worthless |
Unloved dusty, rusty, dirty |
Here at the top with the thing that I lost |
Find a home in my attic |
Locked in my loft |
A world of dark wonder |
Sunbeam, dust flecks |
Something comes scuttling |
Don’t run just yet |
It might be a spider made of old watches |
It might be the twoheaded toad i adopted |
If it’s the spider, answer his riddles quick |
Ignore the toad if it asks you to lick it |
But if it’s a beast that’s made of shadows |
Hide out of sight, somewhere narrow |
Or fight to the death |
Take two rights and a left |
Avoid more surprises |
Find your prize and then step |
To the lock with the key |
To your lost property |
Unlock the black box |
Bring it’s content to me |
Leave the locket behind for the phantoms of ghost |
Throw breadcrumbs to the sky and run back to your host |
I only hope Lord Owl guides you back |
Or you’ll never survive trapped lost in the attic |
-The End- |