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May, 2002
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By various members of the Pyramidians
Aeon, Ae-ae-aeon,
Cthulhu come and me wan' go home.
Aeon, Ae-ae-aeon,
Cthulhu come and me wan' go home.
I pray all night on a glass of rum
(Cthulhu come and me wan' go hom),
Chant tekeli-li till the morning come
(Cthulhu come and me wan' go hom).
Come, Nyarlathotep, summon me the Old Ones,
Come, Nyarlathotep, summon me the Old Ones.
Three-D, four-D, five-D-mension,
Three-D, four-D, five-D-mension.
I walk a dark and twisting path
Where stalks the deadly Shub-Niggurath
(Cthulhu come and me wan' go hom).
-- Bill Stoddard
In R'lyeh, deep R'lyeh,
Cthulhu sleeps tonight.
Hush, my darling, no fear, my darling,
Cthulhu sleeps tonight . . .
-- Bill Stoddard
(To the Freakazoid! theme song.)
Elder god extraordinaire!
Cthulhu, Cthulhu
'Neath dead R'lyeh makes his lair!
Cthulhu, Cthulhu
Not dead which can ever lie!
Cthulhu, Cthulhu
Someday even death may die!
Cthulhu, Cthulhu
When stars are right, he's risin'
We are so appetizin'
Chowin down on me and you,
Cthulhu, Cthulhu
Cthulhu!
-- Jonathan Woodward
Great Cthulhu
(sung to the tune of ABBA's "Fernando")
Do you hear the flutes, Great Cthulhu?
Azathoth's attendants blindly dance and pipe their idiot tune.
What's that in the sky, Great Cthulhu?
Wispy clouds and Mi-Go shadows flit across the gibbous moon.
Nyarlathotep has come,
And Chaos reigns as shoggoths ooze down darkened streets.
There is madness in the air tonight;
The stars are right, Great Cthulhu.
They are shining where they should not be.
Insanity, Great Cthulhu!
And as R'lyeh rises from the sea,
Angles will bend.
Deep Ones will feast and humanity
Will meet its end, Great Cthulhu.
-- David Cunnius (originally appeared in Richard Berglund's e-zine Nightscapes #14)
(To "Christmas is coming")
Cthulhu is coming, prepare for his dark wrath!
Get set to be fodder for ol' Shub-Niggurath.
If you haven't got an escape plan,
Just running will not do.
So get ready to be canapes for Cthulhu!
-- Ted Trainor
The Sound of Shoggoths
(with apologies to Paul Simon)
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to worship you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of shoggoths.
In restless dreams I walked within
Narrow streets non-Euclidian ,
I heard the cries of 'Tekeli-li",
And I shuddered at these these Things that could not be.
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of an eldritch light
That split the night
And touched the sound of shoggoths.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand Deep Ones, maybe more.
Deep Ones talking without speaking,
Deep Ones hearing without listening,
Deep Ones writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of shoggoths.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Cthulu like a cancer grows.
Hear the incantations that I would teach you,
So that the tentacles might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of shoggoths
And the people bowed and prayed
To the rugose god they made.
And the Elder Sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of Alhazred
are written in the Dreaded Book,
Where wise men do not look."
And whisper'd in the sounds of shoggoths.
-- Frederick Brackin