Doctor Faustus: Horshoes Splackin' Swallows Haycart, Cart-Horse Of the peasant blockin' his path Doctor Faustus: Power showin', spits out Hay-cart, cart-horse, hay and box at the gates of ANHOLT Dr Faustus: At the court of the count, made fruits exotic pleasure-lichous, appear behind curtains in winter Dr Faustus: At the decadent court, made animals from sun-lands appear in the sparse gartens of Vinter in ze likkle willage Doktor Faustus: Horse-shoes clackin', swallows cart-horse, hay-cart of the peasant blockin' his path
Must leave his student friends
FAUSTUS! Come get yer chips!
Pull me blood silhouette, treu the ceiling sky
Cast me blood silhouette, thru the ceiling sky