This is the first song I have written and produced without anyone else having an input - other than the brilliant musicians whose sound clips are in Guitar Pro and Guitar Pro 4.
SOMETHING WICKED (This Way Comes) ©2012 CCB (thanks to Shakespeare & Ray Bradbury) I feel the earth about to move As I wander in the dark The Power within me waits To be ignited by a spark And the ancient Pharisee Ignores the warnings of Nebo By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes Now sleeping in the mists Of a long lost underground Long dead and forgotten By the world and all around It’s name is never spoken In the corridors of power By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes Now awake and filled with anger At the state the world is in You can’t blame the passive stranger It’s your world and it’s your sin You should have listened to the warnings It’s too late to change your fate By the pricking of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes
