Night Circus part two

by Greg Segal

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Night Circus is a concept album about the end of civilization being brought about by angry spirits. They give a young man strong powers and manipulate him into using those to wipe out most of the world. He is then kept alive indefinitely to wander the earth and destroy any corrupt "infestations" of humanity that are deemed too poisonous to continue existing.

Night Circus contains some of my earliest work- including my first poem and second complete song. Subsequently there are things here, especially some of the lyrics, that really reflect the author's age. (These were written primarily between my 16th and 19th years.) It is my hope that Night Circus holds up, as a whole, much like some of my favorite low budget horror films might- short on refinement but long on imagination and atmosphere.


released March 27, 2014

Greg Segal: vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, effects, 4 and 8-string basses, organs (Roland, Hammond and internal), bowed device, drums and percussion.

Kenny Ryman: electric piano, loops, collected sounds, backing vocals (choir), patience.

M. Segal and Marilyn Moon rounded out the choir.

Written June 1980- August 1985.
Recorded May 1984- August 1985.
Recording Engineer and producer: Kenny Ryman
Mix engineered and produced by GS, June 1-4, 1987
Remastered 3/26/14 by GS

Dedication: To Kenny Ryman, without whom this recording would not have been possible, and who added so much to it; and to Vincent Crane, who was to the soul of rock music what Poe was to the soul of literature. They will not be forgotten.

The lyrics and recording information given here may be of particular interest to anyone who managed to tape Night Circus off KXLU, where it was aired in its entirety.


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Track Name: Night Circus, part two
Flying over twisted concrete
Drifting through the night's blue mist
Standing by the gates of midnight
Rainswept streets that hold death's kiss

Torn from dreams, this barren landscape
Mutant saviors roam the night
Flesh and blood and energy
Plagued with guilt, minds numbed with fright

The Night Circus has come to town
They want your life and soul
The Night Circus, nowhere to hide
They want to devour you whole

Old bad dreams are new bad reality
Old bad dreams are new bad reality

I have wandered here while dreaming
Feeling changed when I awoke
Flaming sunsets, barren midnights
Drifting through the blacklight smoke

Dead nights carry a strange freedom
Awe inspiring, fill the soul
Search the night for Eldorado
Find instead a gaping hole

The Night Circus has come to town
They want your life and soul
The Night Circus, nowhere to hide
They want to devour you whole
They're going to devour you whole

G.S., 8/12/80
Track Name: Watcher
Time goes on
Great cities fall
Decay falls over all
The world a shade of gray
The transients now hold sway

"Traveling through dark dimensions
Racing through the timeless night

Slowing down to one world only
City is within my sight....."

Time is gone
Great cities rust
Tall towers thick with dust
The weeds have overgrown
Now anywhere is home

"City is a barren wasteland
Echoing with empty halls
No one waits for my arrival
Nothing seems alive at all....."

The curtain crumbled in her hand as she pulled it aside.
Gray light shot in through the broken panes.
Down at the end of the empty street stood a man in black.
Their eyes met.
She ran.

Through endless corridors of murky gray.....
Sound began to reach her ears.....
She was approaching the center of the tower.

Open doors filled with leering faceless hoards
beckoned her to join the fun.....
The screams got closer.....
The corridor ended, followed by the floor.

She stopped at the edge and looked four floors down
At the swirling mass of filth encrusted humanity
that remained.
They crawled on each other like crabs in a bucket.
But they sought no escape. They liked it here.

She made her way to the remains of the staircase,
Which hung in crooked tatters from the edge of the floor.

In many places, no stairs remained;

In other places, the stairs were blocked off
by walls of garbage,
Packed so tight against the ceiling
that they had to be crawled under.

At last she reached the lobby.
She stepped over two transients
screwing on the floor in front of the staircase
and edged her way around the rest of them.

The screams down here were deafening.
Unable to stand them,
She ran for the lobby doors,
Tripping over a transient
who had been cut to death with a razor.

She stared into his passive, lifeless eyes.
Realizing she was acting foolishly, she got up
And walked safely into the stale night air.
She was safe.

Time is gone
Great cities rust
Tall towers thick with dust

And to this deadly hive
A watcher now arrives
His reasons unknown.
A Watcher. Born alone.

She meets him, they walk together...
She asks him where he came from...
Turns his head and smiles (but briefly)...
Says, "Somewhere out on the dawn".

And they walked far into the night.

She showed him the abandoned theater,
Where once great plays were performed,
And music rang out into the waiting ears of the audience.
They entered.

Garbage and debris filled the stage
Where once watchers spoke to their kind
And all the statements of current condition
And all the truth left in human relations
What emotion was left at the hour of the fall
Lay in the dust of the abandoned hall.
"Ain't it neat?", she asked him.

He held her, and sensing just what it was she liked,
He threw her to the floor.

They made lust on the empty stage
Their cries like the music, so long ago.

"Take me with you", she sighed to him gently.
"Take me somewhere where I can belong.
I don't know what I'm doing here, really.
Somehow even reality's wrong."

He looked down at her and chose to feel something.....
Things inside...dead for thousands of years.
He looked longer and saw she was crying
So he held her head and wiped off her tears.

"You've got to see the place I'm staying in.
If you could see it then you'd know why I cry.
You've got to take me out, get me away!
If I stay there too long, I'm going to die."

And so he told her that he would take her
She wouldn't know that it could never come true
He hadn't let her know just what he was
And he still wasn't sure what he had come there to do.

They slowly walked towards the doors
Which had been broken so long ago
When from somewhere a gang appeared
And blocked the way in grim tableau.


"What we got here?"
"Don't know. Looks like fun."
"Hey, what you doin' round here anyway?"
"We're gonna poke out your eyes and skullfuck you, bitch!"
"No, no, man. She gotta see what we do to him first!"

The Watcher spoke.

"Do yourselves a favor. Leave."

The gang laughed and advanced on the couple.
She wanted to run, but he waited, and watched.
Just a few of his thoughts in a few of their minds
And they turned on each other,
killing just their own kind.
Switchblades, hammers and hacksaws
Metal met flesh and bare bone.

He turned from the gore, which was part of his job
So long ago he had learned not to feel.
She fell on the floor and laughed at the mob.
So long ago he'd learned nothing was real.

"What makes you laugh?" he wondered aloud.
She rolled in the blood that flooded the aisle.
"Cocksuckers!" she howled, "It serves them right!"
Her laughter gave way to a jubilant smile.

He saw what she was and couldn't help but feel sorry;
Her lunatic world had left its mark.
Children raised in disease cannot help but be sickly;
Children raised in the night learn to live in the dark.

Suddenly, a voice in his head cried


(His orders, coming through at last.)

A thousand times the voice had screamed
A thousand cities burned to ash.


"Listen to me", he said to her,
"I've just discovered why I'm here."
She looked up from the brains and blood
and suddenly she tasted fear.
Something about him had changed.
She looked into his eyes and saw
the end of everything she'd ever known.

He turned from her and walked out into the night.
She didn't follow.

She heard explosions, screams,
sounds unlike anything she'd ever heard.
Years without fear caught up to her
and she lived them all in one night.

When the first rays of light
appeared through the broken doors,
She cautiously exited the theater.
Everything was gone.

No buildings.
No people.
Barren ground stretched onward into the horizon.

The Watcher appeared behind her.

"I thought I owed you an explanation", he said.

"I'm a Watcher; I'm part of you.
I'm not different. I'm in everything you do.

Your own people called me.
I'm their death wish personified.
I'm also your fear; and these must be gratified.

I'm the witness to every society's fall;
I must see all the things that revolt and appall.
Doomed to wander, always out on call;
For I inhabit the vision of all.

Nothing hides from me, nothing is safe
Though you have your illusion of privacy.
All wishes are granted by yourselves, not by fate;
You know all there is, but you don't choose to see."

"Elsewhere on this planet are inhabited places.
Walk east until you find a town
Where you can wear some other faces;
It's there that you can settle down.
Your life is forever your decision.

She reached out to touch him but found the air instead.

She and the theater stood alone.
The Watcher was gone.

And the Watcher still waits
Somewhere out on the dawn
A ubiquitous, timeless, drifting pawn
Still watching those who refuse to see
That their actions reveal their destinies.

To the lone surveyors of distant sights
To the wandering transients, out on the night
To the lost and the fallen
Those deceased and unknown
To those who serve neither the black or white thrones
To the killers repentant, denied of release
To those born out of time
Denied of the feast

The Game will continue
Forever and on

The Watcher still waits
Somewhere out on the dawn.

G.S., '81-'83
Track Name: The Last Ride
As the misty curtains of sleep dissolve
And yield to some autumnal morning,
The dreams that passed before
Will stay with you as a kind of warning.

The remembrance of eternal nights of emptiness
Now haunts your days

The feel of death is in your soul

It cannot leave
It will always stay.

For those who've glimpsed some other world
Through dreams or visions or genocide

There still remains a lifetime's wait
Before the last and final ride.

G.S., '81

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