By Appointment

Echoes of Warning: Unraveling the Dark Tale in Angelo Branduardi's 'By Appointment'
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Lyrics

Through the misty realm of morning

Entering the early morning misty atmosphere

Came the cry of the raven's warning

A raven's cry signaling a warning

Come away there is evil around you

An urging to move away due to the presence of evil

There is canker curse and fire

Warning of a combination of decay, curse, and fire

It will take out your eyes for its master

The danger can cause harm to your vision for its master

It will cut you and give him your heart sir

The peril may injure you and give your heart to its master

Now too late it is close it has found you

Too late to escape, the danger is close and has found you

Beware the venomous iron

A warning about the poisonous nature of iron


Be still I do not fear death

Expressing fearlessness towards death

I now welcome the journey

Embracing the journey of death

But friend fly to my patron

Requesting a friend to seek revenge on the poet's patron

And pluck his eyes in revenge

Suggesting an act of vengeance by plucking the patron's eyes

Go tell him that my last breath

Informing to convey the message of the poet's last moments

I spent singing an old song

Spending the final breath singing an old song

His heart will burn with my heart

Expecting the patron's heart to burn alongside the poet's in hell

In the fires of hell before long

Anticipating a shared fate in the fires of hell


For the crab will come out of the ocean

A metaphorical reference to a crab emerging from the ocean

To be near to his mouth for the time

The crab seeks proximity to its mouth for a limited time

He can steal his soul on his dying breath

Describing the act of stealing a soul during the dying breath

And hide it away for eternity

Hiding the stolen soul for eternity


Oh greater the lord more the fool

Reflection on the greater the lord, the greater the foolishness

Always the same essential flaw

Noting a consistent and essential flaw in humanity

While his lackeys are picking my bones clean

Observing lackeys taking advantage of the poet's remains

People dance on to my songs at his back door

People enjoying and dancing to the poet's songs at the patron's back door

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