Don’t you remember that scene?
The one with all the witches
gently persuading Jen
to treat her toys like riches?
No, Bowie wasn’t in that bit,
the crones worked to convince,
and blind the girl with useless baubles,
to forget the infant prince.

But she refused to let some trash
obscure the quest, where they’d connive
to hide it midst the filth and ash
and see poor Jen buried alive.

Buried alive, buried alive
under the baggage of yesternight;
let it all go; let yourself thrive
climbing up into daylight.

Sometimes we’re living in that scene,
surrounded by seducers
whispering softly to us
in subtle, swift maneuvers,
while Bowie sings, as goblin king,
distracting us with sweet,
like honeyed lullabies of sirens,
all to knock us off our feet.

But we refuse to let some trash
obscure the quest. We will revive
and wash off all the filth and ash;
escape the sets of eighty-five.

Buried alive, buried alive
under the baggage of yesternight;
let it all go; let yourself thrive
climbing up into daylight.

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Copyright 2025 M. Ryan Taylor
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Note: If you haven’t seen the film Labyrinth, starring Jennifer Connelly and David Bowie, then this one may not make a lot of sense. It is a really strange movie, but there are a few scenes that my mind goes back to on occasion. I actually began this lyric with the title Buried Alive, a reference to my struggle with food addictions. How do you write a song about that? The scene involving the ‘Junk Lady’ (she is later joined by others) from Labyrinth came to mind; this scene is not about food, but about burying yourself with attachment to possessions … allowing me to talk to myself about addiction, without actually mentioning food.

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