
You dare not bring your wives!
Persuade your husbands to remain at home!
Beyond these doors we guarantee admittance to a hidden demimonde with ritual embellishments unpracticed since the second century.
There's mountebanks and fiery worms and roses made of time in grand array.
Step right this way!
Step right this way!
Thus starts The Grand Egyptian Theatre Of Marvels, one of Alan Moore's earliest magical performance pieces. Glycon has posted the complete lyrics here.
Like all of Moore's performances it really needs to be listened to, just to hear the great man's gorgeously earthy Northampton accent booming out his magical commands. I'd love to be able to say it's easily available, but sadly it, like all of his audio work, is almost impossible to find. It crops up occasionally on ebay or torrent sites, but I keep hoping that one day someone will get their act together and re-release the lot.
(The image, by the way, is a manipulated photo of Moore, taken by Jose Villarrubia and found here on Flickr)
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