"Byronic Man" as written by Paul James Allender, Daniel Lloyd Davey, Charles Hedger and Dave Pybus....
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
Is nothing but a spilled canopic jar

I proved it
Improved it
Drove a sonnet
Right through it
And in this state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips
Pen-filled Fingertips
Which through me
For through me
Illuminati usually pissed
But with words of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God's list

Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me
Reciting back the almanac of travesties

They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto

Grown wild
This child
Whole harems defiled
Faustina's and Mina's
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her

What spread of lies arise when lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive

They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
Crow against the virgin snow


Grown colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder beside her
And bolder, not wiser
My dark seed took up root inside her
That mouldered, where older

Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
But Laudanum and soda
Lord Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited spite

Fleeing grief for foreign maps
I still played vampire aristocrat
Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps

Then shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a fallen star
And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know just who you fucking are

[Ville]
The patron saint of heartache
I can't see my world is falling
The world is falling down
The patron saint of heartache
I Can't see my world is falling
The world is falling down

[Dani]
Everafter can they hear my laughter

[Ville]
The patron saint of heartache

[Dani]
Never craft a better bed of disaster

[Ville]
The Patron saint of heartache

They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto


They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Whereupon I tell them
To go fuck their mothers

As so....
On my grave



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"The Byronic Man" as written by Daniel Lloyd Davey Charles Hedger

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    General Comment"I proved it
    improved it
    Drove a sonnet
    Right through it "

    Sounds more likely...

    "Faustinas and Minas
    Lady libertine and her sisters between her"

    "The Circle Of Hell is mine, when I arrive"

    Most of it is wrong, and those are probably wrong too, but it sounds more accurate to me...
    vampyrchiqon October 16, 2006   Link
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    General CommentTrue.
    Meh, I didn't write it. I found it on some website.
    Most of it seems to be wrong indeed.
    wesz0ron October 16, 2006   Link
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    General CommentYou can see the lyrics straight from the booklet here:

    vampyrouss.co.uk/…

    Enjoy ;)
    vampyrchiqon October 17, 2006   Link
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    General Commentdanis interview:
    "byronic man, bassed on lord byron, witt, and womanizer.
    cradleoffilth1on October 23, 2006   Link
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    General Comment*Changed the lyrics*
    wesz0ron November 04, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"byronic man, bassed on lord byron, witt, and womanizer. "

    Thats interesting considering that Byron was notoriously bisexual, to apply the anachronistic term...

    They call me bad
    Mad Caliban with manners
    Dangerous to know

    This is almost a direct quote from Lady Caroline Lamb, who had an affair with Lord Byron and described him as "mad, bad and dangerous to know". I guess Caliban (which is the name of a character in Shakespeare's The Tempest) is a duel reference to both the literary of Lord Byron (he was a poet) and I guess possibly either the inhumanity and cruelty that he dispalyed in social and personl relations or perhaps his deformed leg...
    Dressed2Depresson December 06, 2006   Link
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    General CommentPart of this song, interpreted by my friend, is referring to drowning...

    'There's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
    To let you know just who you fucking are'

    This exclamation refers to drowning as Venetain tar suggests the idea of a road surface in Venice. The roads in Venice are of course canals so the idea that drowning occurs is expressed here. Also the saying 'your life flashes before your eyes' is implied here. Ville Valo singing 'My world is falling, world is falling down' impies life flashing before the eyes.
    Nymphetamineaddicton December 21, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI bet quiffporn got pissed when he found out ville valo was gonna be singing with dani filth

    lol@that dude
    vince mcmahonon February 08, 2007   Link
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    General CommentAs lonely as a poet on the wall of Jericho
    Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
    I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
    Is nothing but a split canopic jar

    I proved it, improved it
    Drove a sonnet right through it
    And in this state of bliss
    Evil kissed with wet lips
    Pen-filled fingertips
    Which drew me, for through me
    Illuminati usually pissed
    But with words of some hurts worth
    I threw a party that extended God’s list

    Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me
    Reciting back the almanac of travesties

    They call me bad
    Mad Caliban with manner
    Dangerous to know
    A passing fad
    Taught in all debauch
    In excess and in canto

    Grown wild this child
    Whole harems defiled
    Faustina’s and Mina’s
    Lady Libertine and her sisters between her

    What spread of lies arise when lovers die
    Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?

    They call me bad
    Mad Caliban with manners
    Dangerous to know
    A passing fad
    Taught in all debauch
    Crow against the virgin snow

    Grown colder, my shoulder
    Like a boulder beside her
    And bolder, not wiser
    My dark seed took up root inside he
    That mouldered, where older

    Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
    But laudanum and soda
    Lord Numb coda
    Merited a forest of inherited spite

    Fleeing grief for foreign maps
    I still played vampire aristocrat
    Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps

    Then shooting swans in a gondola
    I tripped my foot on a fallen star
    And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
    To let you know just who you fucking are

    [Ville:]
    The patron saint of heartache
    You can't see my world is falling
    The world is falling down
    The patron saint of heartache
    Can't see the world is falling
    My world is falling down

    [Dani and Ville:]
    Ever after, can they hear my laughter?
    The patron saint of heartache
    Never craft a better bed of disaster...
    The patron saint of heartache

    They call me bad
    Made Caliban with manners
    Dangerous to know
    A passing fad
    Taught in all debauch
    In excess and in canto

    They call me bad
    Mad Caliban with manners
    Dangerous to know
    A passing fad
    Whereupon I tell them
    To go fuck their mothers
    As so...
    On my grave
    sweetx3on March 01, 2007   Link
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    General Commentvince mcmahon,I also got pissed off when a friend told me that Cof were to make a collaboration with Ville Vallo!The guy is a pussy that wasn't,isn't and will never be able to sing!Anyway,despite Vallo,the song is quite good...
    vampiratornhearton May 02, 2007   Link

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