The Attic

The Attic is a song by Professor Elemental and the eighteenth track on the 2012 album Father of Invention.

Lyrics
Look, I don't show this to everyone

You mustn't never tell anyone

If you go up there

Show no fear don't ever run

Up those stairs if you're ready then come

And take these keys

The first unlocks the door

The second the loft hatch

The third the false wall

The fourth key is special

You'll know when you'll need it

Keep it close and use it if it glows and gets heated

Take only what you can fit in your pocket

You may need breadcrumbs

A feather

A locket

The feather is an offering to old Lord Owl

The locket for the ghost that haunts and howls

The bread crumbs, well you can choose that

Use them to get back or fend off King Rat

There's really no map

It's different every visit

Stay on the wooden track

And don't listen to the spirits

(interlude)

Whatever you do when you climb the stairs

Never look back, look alive and stare

Into the inky black and what you'll find up there

Is a light to your left

Go right instead

The glow is a trap that unwary visitors

Delivered to the attic, it's more than a bit sinister

King Rat is in residens and must be crossed

For everyone's sake, you musn't get lost

Study the tops of the boxes and bricka brack

Bips bops, gadgets, inventions and nick nacks

Look for what's lost and take nothing else

Not jewelry or witches or mummified elves

Don't touch the old crock or the unicorns horn

Stay away from the cages

You know you've been warned

All piled up ridiculously, impossibly high

But some hold hideous mockeries of life

Beware the broken robot butler of dodgy desire

Self-aware and violent

A horrible device

And after what he did he was banished

To a tragic faith

He remains in the attic

Have you ever imagined what happens

To an intended ideas

Forgotten passions

Broken moments

Lost fragments

Unworkable inventions

Lost or shattered

Nothing is perfect, nothing is worthless

Unloved dusty, rusty, dirty

Here at the top with the thing that I lost

Find a home in my attic

Locked in my loft

A world of dark wonder

Sunbeam, dust flecks

Something comes scuttling

Don't run just yet

It might be a spider made of old watches

It might be the two-headed toad I adopted

If it's the spider, answer his riddles quick

Ignore the toad if it asks you to lick it

But if it's a beast that's made of shadows

Hide out of sight, somewhere narrow

Or fight to the death

Take two rights and a left

Avoid more surprises

Find your prize and then step

To the lock with the key

To your lost property

Unlock the black box

Bring it's content to me

Leave the locket behind for the phantoms and ghost

Throw breadcrumbs to the sky and run back to your host

I only hope Lord Owl guides you back

Or you'll never survive trapped lost in the attic

Song Themes
Mystery, Inventions, Misadventure