**DANCING ON THE DARKSIDE -- The Candia Harcourt Songbook** *12.Holding out for a Hero in Our Own Homeground till the End of the Night* So it's dark once more, I'm running with my heart in my hand Back from vacation To bring some afflatus to my old man. I'll sit on his lap crooning tender trash and sights as I've seen around He'll sweat them for blood and black fun, cut a song like a wound here in our homeground This is his homeground This is harm's homeground This is my homeground Where Docs go bad, where all the dogs are mad, where cruel means cool There is a world of hurt where I must self-insert And p'rhaps smoke a fool or two, Hold a carbide light against the Endless Night, drive a fist with diamond fangs In the face of a leech-sleek grace sucking wine from the pangs of its homeground. Grit's homeground Trial's homeground My homeground The SotRound's rakes and ravers and deaths-on-call May seem to set the tone here, but you know our kind ain't all. One greyskin girl, she fed the mill a code it couldn't crack Sang a silent song thirteen years now they'll not claw her back to our homeground Her homeground Hope's boneground My homeground Last night Bray he dreamed this Dark-Light split started with sweet escapes Write what's fit for sight, leave us shadow's shapes But still we Make, we raise up characters; one day I swear they'll speak aloud, in hardlife heads, and say guys looky what we've found, we're from your homeground... ==== EXPLICIT a Noble Album of Mrs Candia Harcourt, Ciao-Ciao-Ciao! ==== -- Gray http://www.quilpole.demon.co.uk "She does not get eaten by the sharks at this time." - William Goldman, _The Princess Bride_.