MAD MONSTER PARTY

A full moon

brings out the monster in you...

A strange tune seems to be playing for you.

Could you be someone's invention?

So unreal as you feel tonight?

Did you sell your soul to the devil 

at that monster party last night?

Mad Mad Mad Monster Party

Did you sell your soul to Mephistopheles?

Tell me baby ...tell me ...tell me please

If you made a date with the devil...not me

If you know my fate

Honey level ... with me.

A cold night

brings out the creature in you.

A strange light seems to be falling on you...

I know it's not your intention 

to frighten me so tonight

...or to tell me baby what happened 

at that monster party last night

Mad Mad Mad Monster Party

Last night....

~ Ethel Ennis 

One of the three may be defeated...

Oh the joy... could it be...  Such is the news of the possible demise of one the three "weird sisters". Such a plague they are to progress, community, innovation, belief, and faith... to name a few. 

Oh but you can't be rid of them permanently. They resurface here and there like roaches in the night, like rats in the sewers. Their wretched presence is a mist of decaying stench that lingers far after their physical manifestation has drifted from your vision. Though their features change their vile spewing easily recognizable, as the air becomes unnaturally thin and difficult to breathe, as the days extend unbearably long and difficult to live.  The malevolent influence spreads like a disease.


In William Shakespeare's play Macbeth (c.1603-1607). The "three witches" or "weird sisters" are characters serving as prophets who hail the general Macbeth early in the play with predictions of his rise as king. Upon committing regicide and taking the throne of Scotland, Macbeth hears the trio deliver ambiguous prophecies threatening his downfall. 

The witches' dark and contradictory natures, their "filthy" trappings and activities, as well as their dealings with the supernatural all set an ominous tone for the play.The three witches represent darkness, chaos, and conflict, while their role is as agents and witnesses. Their presence communicates treason and impending doom. 

During Shakespeare's day, witches were seen as worse than rebels, "the most notorious traitor and rebel that can be." They were not only political traitors, but also spiritual traitors as well. Much of the confusion that springs from them comes from their ability to straddle the play's borders between reality and the supernatural. They are so deeply entrenched in both worlds that it is unclear whether they control fate, or whether they are merely its agents. They defy logic, not being subject to the rules of the real world.


The witches' lines in the first act: "Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air" are often said to set the tone for the remainder of the play by establishing a sense of moral confusion. Indeed, the play is filled with situations in which evil is depicted as good, while good is rendered evil. The line "Double, double toil and trouble," often sensationalized to a point that it loses meaning, communicates the witches' intent clearly: they seek only to increase trouble for the mortals around them.

INAMA NUSHIF

Inama nushif

Al ­asir hiy ayish

Lia-anni

Zaratha zarati

Hatt al-hudad

Al-maahn al-baiid

Ay-yah idare

Adamm malum

Hatt al-hudad

Al-maahn al-baiid

Ay-yah idare

Adamm malum

Inama nishuf al a sadarr

Eann zaratha zarati

Kali bakka a tishuf ahatt

Al hudad alman dali

Inama nishuf al a sadarr

Eann zaratha zarati

Kali bakka a tishuf ahatt

Al hudad alman dali alia

Inama nushif

Al ­asir hiy ayish

Lia-anni

Zaratha zarati

~ Lyrics Fremen Song

Sung by Azam Ali 

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She is eternal

No malice can touch

Singular and ageless

Perpetually bound

Through the tempest

be it deluge or sand

A singular voice

speaks through the torrent

Forever her voice sings

through the ages eternally bound

Sacrifice is her gift

one that cannot be equaled

Forever her voice sings

through the ages eternally bound

Sacrifice is her gift

that Alia will one day equal

She is eternal

No malice can touch

Singular and ageless

Perpetually bound

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And Muad’Dib stood before them, and he said:

"Though we deem

the captive dead,

yet does she live.

For her seed is my seed

and her voice 

is my voice

and she sees unto the reaches

of possibility, the farthest.

yea unto the vale

of the unknowable

does she see because of me."

~ "Arrakis Awakening"