Hothouse Flowers
(Lyrics: Theodore Wratislaw; reworked by A. Bouchard
Music: Falcone & A. Bouchard, with Avery, Castellano, Moorcock, Roeser, Tiburcio, Vibratus)

Ryan Avery: Violin
Albert Bouchard: Drums, Percussion, Vocals, Acoustic Guitars
Richie Castellano: Guitar
Don Falcone: Piano, Synths, E-Percussion
Michael Moorcock: End Vocals
Donald “Buck Dharma” Roeser: Lead Vocals
Vicente Tiburcio: End Lead Guitar
Lux Vibratus: Bass Guitar

I hate the flower of wood or common field.
And I cannot love the primrose, nor regret
The death of any shrinking violet,
Nor even a cultured garden's banal yield.

I love those flowers reared by man's careful art,
Of heady scents and colors: strong of heart
Or weak that die beneath the touch of a knife,

Some as rich as sin and some as virtue pale,
And some as subtly infamous and frail
As she whose love still eats my soul and life.

The silver lips of lilies virginal,
The full deep bosom of the enchanted rose
Please less than flowers
glass-hid from frost and snows
For whom an alien heat makes festival.

I love those flowers reared by man's careful art,
Of heady scents and colors: strong of heart
Or weak that die beneath the touch of a knife,

Some as rich as sin and some as virtue pale,
And some as subtly infamous and frail
As she whose love still eats my soul and life.

...Hothouse flowers…