THE LAND OF NOD
(FILK FOR NEIL)

(Tune: "The Hand Of God" by Julia Ecklar)

You stood in the circle, all shadows and ice,
Fixed us with a look that was not very nice,
Though we knew we'd done wrong in imprisoning you
Just how wrong we could not understand.
Our wards and our weapons you gestured away.
While we sought for some reason our deaths to delay,
But before we could guess at the vengeance you'd planned
We found ourselves here in your land.

CHORUS
And we're all in the land now of Nod,
From here on mere logic goes strange.
Effect will not tie up with cause,
The word for this place is "deranged"...
We know it's a long bitter fight,
We're stuck up the creek with no paddle in sight
And it's bound to get stranger before the first light
For we're all in the land now of Nod, now of Nod,
We're all in the land now of Nod.

There's a two-legged rabbit down a hole in the ground
Too scared to admit that his watch won't go round
Though he's filled it with butter, it seems to have stuck
And he wants us to lend him a hand.
We've established our logic inside a small range.
All outside that area is subject to change,
There are rules here and customs we can't understand
Which decide life or death in your land.

CHORUS
And we're all in the land now of Nod,
From here on mere logic goes strange.
Effect will not tie up with cause,
The word for this place is "deranged"...
We know it's a long bitter fight,
We're stuck up the creek with no paddle in sight
And it's bound to get stranger before the first light
For we're all in the land now of Nod, now of Nod,
We're all in the land now of Nod.

So behold here the triumph our wisdom has won
Behold here the vengeance that can't be outrun,
For chaos surrounds us and strikes to the heart
With a cold ineluctable hand.
If God helps the helpless, may he help us stay sane
For we've thought it was over again and again
Trapped in spirals of dream we can't know where we stand:
Will we ever be free of your land?

CHORUS
And we're all in the land now of Nod,
From here on mere logic goes strange.
Effect will not tie up with cause,
The word for this place is "deranged"...
It's been such a long bitter fight,
We're still up the creek with no paddle in sight
But I'll place no more faith in the coming of light
For we're all in the land now of Nod, now of Nod,
We're all in the land now of Nod.