DESCRIPTION:
This is from our 1st LP "Music of a Bygone Age". 1991, but is an acoustic variant of it, recorded a year earlier. I added the electric guitar part to it. Our music continues to be unknown outside of Record Collectors' circles, but I have seen this album sell for $300. Our 1997 LP has sold for $200 in its time. Strange thing the music business.

"The Dead Parrots Society" is not a name often typed into You Tube search, but to have any sort of 'presence' is nice. Hence these video uploads. I was unable to use photos of other members of our band in any of the videos. So, it's just me. Sorry about that.

We are not connected to the American comedy group - also called The Dead Parrots Society - who were formed in 1998. We are just wandering musicians from Walthamstow, London. In 1991, I asked a cleaning lady if she had seen a film called "The Dead Poets Society". She thought I had said "The Dead Parrots Society" ... and our name was born.

Thank you to zindy for 3 of the pictures used in the video http://zindy.deviantart.com/
They became an integral part of the concept here. Visit her pages.

Queen of Darkness Written:1988 Recorded:1991

The Queen of Darkness is at my door,
I don't think I want to see her no more
She trapped me once but never again
She stole my heart but not my brain

She beckoned to me and I followed blind
The path of love was so unkind
She took my body, turned it inside out
She left me there to scream and shout

So you try to look away
You're lost if you should stay
But the siren calls you sweetly
And she trips you up so sweetly
And you know that you must stay
And you know that you must stay

Circles of love and circles of pain,
Circles of flowers are the jailor's chain
The mists of longing and the mists of desire
Lead the way to the burning fire

So you try to look away
You're lost if you should stay
But the siren calls you sweetly
And she trips you up so sweetly
And you know that you must stay
And you know that you must stay

Circles of love and circles of pain,
Circles of flowers are the jailor's chain
The mists of longing and the mists of desire
Lead the way to the burning fire

The Queen of Darkness is at my door,
I don't think I want to see her no more
She trapped me once but never again
She stole my heart and now my brain