Werner Herzog was a great film maker and it is a joy to watch his movies. This is an essay on the loss of the secret of making Ruby Glass when the creators died. enjoy....
The Mist
White mist flowing over the hills
Never touching to the ground
Nor the tops of trees
Slowly it moves
Not a sound is heard
White mist parts
Glimpses of blue sky
Nothing else can be seen
Soundless it is
Never touching to the ground
Nor the tops of trees
Slowly it moves
Not a sound is heard
White mist parts
Glimpses of blue sky
Nothing else can be seen
Soundless it is
Break of Day
A man he sits peering at all this
Yet nary a word says he
Watching another land emerge
Atlantis long submerged has risen once again
The folk they gather at break of day
To wonder at the sight
They speak of
Giants
Mermaids too
But nary a word of men
Yet nary a word says he
Watching another land emerge
Atlantis long submerged has risen once again
The folk they gather at break of day
To wonder at the sight
They speak of
Giants
Mermaids too
But nary a word of men
Secret of the Ruby Glass
Two men in tavern they do drink
And talk about their deaths now closing in
It matters not to them
Rich have they been throughout their lives
In creativity
They found the secret of the Ruby Glass
And talk about their deaths now closing in
It matters not to them
Rich have they been throughout their lives
In creativity
They found the secret of the Ruby Glass
You Lazy Slut!
The young maid lies beneath her sheets
Her body languid bare
A sheen of sweat her body dews
Not yet awake to the new day
Dreaming of a pool of light
Wake up wake up you lazy slut
The mistress she doth cry
Pulling all the sheets awry
To see the black socked body lying there
So still
Her body languid bare
A sheen of sweat her body dews
Not yet awake to the new day
Dreaming of a pool of light
Wake up wake up you lazy slut
The mistress she doth cry
Pulling all the sheets awry
To see the black socked body lying there
So still
Family Glassworks
The young man gazes into mirror
Looking deep into his eyes
Seeing there reflected
Wondering how to make the Ruby Glass
His father crippled the past twelve years
Sits in his chair cackling mirthlessly
The son his shoes he doth presents
No no the father cries
Carry me and we will see
Wherein the secret lies
The secret to making Ruby Glass
Looking deep into his eyes
Seeing there reflected
Wondering how to make the Ruby Glass
His father crippled the past twelve years
Sits in his chair cackling mirthlessly
The son his shoes he doth presents
No no the father cries
Carry me and we will see
Wherein the secret lies
The secret to making Ruby Glass
Turned Into Stone
Once more the furling mist drifts by
Covering again the somber sky
Waters of the lake reach out onto a far off shore
The mystic now sits he on top of hill
Foretelling emptiness and devastation
All are dead turned into stone
Covering again the somber sky
Waters of the lake reach out onto a far off shore
The mystic now sits he on top of hill
Foretelling emptiness and devastation
All are dead turned into stone
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