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    The Hollow Men

    T. S. Eliot
    1888 –1965

    Intro:
    La, la, Tesla, la, Tesla, la, Tesla (4x)

    1 [Cavae huminum (3x)


    Cavaeee] (4x)
    2 [Weeee are the hollow men!
    Weeee are the stuffed men!]

    Leaning together, with our headpiece filled with


    Headpiece filled with straw!

    1 [Alassss] x4
    2 [Huh, Haaaaa
    Our dried voices when we whisper]

    Arianne: Shhhhhhh..

    Whis-per, toge-ther

    "Are quiet and meaningless


    Wind in dry grass
    Or rats’ feet over bro-ken glass" [Glass..]

    [*Echo* In our dry cellar]


    [In our dry cellar]

    1 [Figura sine forma, umbra sine colore, vis paralytica, gestus sine motu]

    2 [Those who have crossed with direct eyes— to death’s other kingdom, to death’s
    other kingdom, the other kingdom]

    3 [Remember us—if at all—not as lost, violent souls, but only as the]

    4 [Ahhh] (4x)

    5 [As the hollow men.]

    II
    Eyes I dare not meet in dreams

    1: Duh D-D-Duh D-Duh Death’s dream kingdom!


    2: What is there?
    1: In death’s dream kingdom!
    2: What is there? (x2)
    Oh, whaaat is—

    There!
    Freah: The eyes are
    Sunlight on a bro-ken column

    There!

    is a tree swinging
    And the voices
    In the wind’s singing

    More distant, more solemn (x2)


    More distant and fading like a star

    Let me be no nearer
    In death’s dream kingdom
    Let me also wear
    Such deliberate disguises

    Rat’s coat.. [Rat’s coat!]


    Crowskin.. [Crowskin!]
    Crossed staves.. [Crossed Staves!]
    Deliberate Disguises!
    Rat’s coat.. [Rat’s coat!]
    Crowskin.. [Crowskin!]
    Crossed staves.. [Crossed Staves!]
    Behaving as the wind behaves-
    No nearer. [Not that final meeting]
    Let me be no nearer. [In the twilight kingdom]
    Let me be no nearer to theeee-
    [Mortua terra, Mo-mortua terra] (x2)
    [Huh! Hmmm..]
    Mortua terra, Mo-mortua terra

    III
    This is the dead land! A cactus land! (x2)
    Raised! (x3)
    Here they are
    Raised! (x3)
    The stone images are raised
    They receive the supplication of a–

    Andrea P.: Dead man’s hand!

    Twinkle(x2) under a fading star..

    Is it like this? (x2)


    Is it oh(x2) is it like this?
    In death’s other kingdom,

    Richel: "Waking alone


    At the hour when we are"

    Trembling! Tre-Tre-Trembling!
    With tenderness
    Lips that would kiss..!
    Form prayers to broken stone.
    IV
    1 [Eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes.. (repeat until ‘there are’)]
    2 [The eyes..
    There are..]

    The eyes are not here, there are no eyes here! (x2)
    In this valley of dying stars!
    In this hollow valley
    This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

    In this last of meeting places


    We grope together
    Avoid speech
    Together we gather on this beach!

    Of the tumid river..


    Haaaa..haaaa..

    Neio: Sightless, unless


    The eyes reappear
    As the perpetual star
    Multifoliate rose

    Of death’s twilight kingdom


    The twilight kingdom of–

    Death!
    The hope only
    Of empty men.

    V
    Doo (13x)
    Veniz: Here we go round the prickly pear
    Prickly pear prickly pear
    Here we go round the prickly pear

    Prick, Prick, Prick the prickly


    Prick the prickly, Prick the prickly pear
    Prick, Prick, Prick

    At five o’clock in the morning.


    Between the idea
    And the reality
    Between the motion
    And the act
    Falls the Shadow
    For Thine is the Kingdom
    Between the conception
    And the creation
    Between the emotion
    And the response
    Falls the Shadow
    Life is very long
    Between the desire
    And the spasm
    Between the potency
    And the existence
    Between the essence
    And the descent
    Falls the Shadow
    For Thine is the Kingdom
    For Thine is
    Life is
    For Thine is the
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    This is the way the world ends
    Not with a bang but a whimpe

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