the musical beggar

All you great men of power, you who boast of your feats -
Politicians and entrepreneurs.
Can you safeguard your breath in the night while you sleep?
Keep your heart beating steady and sure?
As you lie in your bed, does the thought haunt your head
That you’re really, rather small?
If there’s one thing I know in this life: we are beggars all.

All you champions of science and rulers of men,
Can you summon the sun from its sleep?
Does the earth seek your counsel on how fast to spin?
Can you shut up the gates of the deep?
Don’t you know that all things hang, as if by a string,
O’er the darkness - poised to fall?
If there’s one thing I know in this life: we are beggars all.

All you big shots that swagger and stride with conceit,
Did you devise how your frame would be formed?
If you’d be raised in a palace, or live out in the streets,
Did you choose the place or the hour you’d be born?
Tell me what can you claim? Not a thing - not your name!
Tell me if you can recall just one thing,
That’s not a gift in this life?

Can you hear what’s been said?
Can you see now that everything’s grace after all?
If there’s one thing I know in this life: we are beggars all.

—  Thrice, “Beggars”

History repeats, we’ve seen this all before
We’ve given the vampires the keys to the blood bank

They say the more things change, the more they stay the same
Whilst the liars leech, the crooked preach
So lie through your teeth, lie like you mean it
It beggars belief, do you really think that we still fucking believe it?

—  Architects//Gravedigger
Mr Pharmacist
The Fall
Mr Pharmacist

The Fall - Mr Pharmacist

Originally by psychedelic/garage rock band, The Other Half.

Perfect song to play if you find yourself needing a bit of a kick.

Mr. Pharmacist
Can you help me out today
In your usual lovely way
Oh, Mr. Pharmacist
I insist
That you give me some of that vitamin C
Mr. Pharmacist

Dear Pharmacist won’t you please
Give me some energy
Mr. Pharmacist

Hey Mr. Pharmacist
I’ll recommend you to my friends
And they’ll be happy in the end
Oh, Mr. Pharmacist
Can you help?
Send me on a ‘delic kick
Mr. Pharmacist

Dear Pharmacist use your mind
You better stock me up for the wintertime
Mr. Pharmacist

Hey Mr. Pharmacist
Words cannot express
Feeling I suggest

Oh, Mr. Pharmacist
I can plead
Gimme some of that powder I need
Mr. Pharmacist

Dear Pharmacist I’ll be back
With a handful of empty sack
Mr. Pharmacist

‘Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the Devil! Sign of the Devil! City on Fire!’

So, this is probably the most complex illustration I have ever tried to tackle - so many buildings, so many characters - but I accomplished it! Phew!

Beat from Johanna Reprise; when the Beggar Woman starts trying to draw attention to the evils abrew at 186 Fleet Street as Sweeney slits throats and sweetly sings about his long lost daughter.