In the realm of dolls and toys, there exists a curious and fascinating craft that has captivated the imagination of many: the art of witch doll making. These unique creations bring to life the eerie and enchanting world of witches with their intricate detailing and hauntingly beautiful designs. A witch doll maker is an individual who possesses the skill and artistry to craft these mystical and sometimes eerie little figures. With a combination of imagination, creativity, and precise craftsmanship, these doll makers are able to transform simple materials into enchanting witches that seem to possess a life of their own. The process of creating a witch doll begins with a vision in the mind of the doll maker. They envision the character and personality of the witch they wish to bring to life.

Power and Glory (Rathke, Reed) - 4:23

I saw a man turn into a bird
I saw a bird turn into a tiger
I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes
In the jungles of the Amazon
I saw a man put a red hot needle through his eye
Turn into a crow and fly through the trees
Swallows hot coals and breathe out flames
And I wanted this to happen to me

We saw the moon vanish into his pocket
We saw the stars disappear from sight
We saw him walk across water into the sun
While bathed in eternal light
We spewed out questions waiting for answers
Creating legends, religions and myths
Books, stories, movies and plays
All trying to explain this

I saw a great man turn into a little child
The cancer reduced him to dust
His voice growing weak as he fought for his life
With a bravery few men know
I saw isotopes introduced into his lungs
Trying to stop the cancerous spread
And it made me think of Leda and The Swan
And gold being made from lead
The same power that burned Hiroshima
Causing three legged babies and death
Shrunk to the size of a nickel
To help him regain his breath
And I was struck by The Power and The Glory
I was visited by a majestic Him
Great bolts of lightning lighting up the sky
As the radiation flowed through him
He wanted all of it
Not some of it

Magician (Reed) - 6:23

I was visited by The Power and The Glory
I was visited by a majestic hymn
Great bolts of lightning
Lightning up the sky
Electricity flowing through my veins

I was captured by a larger moment
I was seized by divinity's hot breath
Gorged like a lion on experience
Powerful from life
I wanted all of it -
Not some of it

Sword of Damocles (Reed) - 3:42

I see The Sword of Damocles is right above your head
They're trying a new treatment to get you out of bed
But radiation kills both bad and good
It can not differentiate
So to cure you they must kill you
The Sword of Damocles hangs above your head

Now I have seen lots of peoples die
From car crashes or drugs
Last night on 33rd st. I saw a kid get hit by a bus
Bus this drawn out torture over which part of you lives
Is very hard to take
To cure you they must kill you
The Sword of Damocles above your head

That mix of morphine and dexedrine
We use it on the street
It kills the pain and keeps you up
Your very soul to keep
But this guessing game has its own rules
The good don't always win
And might makes right
The Sword of Damocles
Is hanging above your head

It seems everything's done that must be done
From over here though things don't seem fair
But there are things that we can't know
Maybe there's something over there
Some other world that we don't know about
I know you hate that mystic shit
It's just another way of seeing
The Sword of Damocles above your head

Goodby Mass (Reed) - 4:25

Sitting on a hard chair try to sit straight
Sitting on a hard chair this moment won't wait
Listening to the speakers they're talking about you
Look at all the people all the people you know

Sitting with my back straight it becomes hard to hear
Some people are crying it becomes hard to hear
I don't think you'd have liked it you would have made a joke
You would have made it easier you'd say "tomorrow I'm smoke"

Sitting on a hard chair how far we have come
Trying hard to listen to your friends who have come
Some of them are famous and some are just like me
Trying hard to listen trying hard to see

Sitting in a hard chair it's over time to stand
Some people are crying I turn to grab your hand
It's your daughter saying thank you
You, you would have made a joke
"Isn't this something," you say, "tomorrow I'm smoke"

Cremation (Reed) - 2:54

Well the coal black sea waits for me me me
The coal black sea waits forever
The waves hit the shore
Crying more more more
But the coal black sea waits forever

The tornados come up the coast they run
Hurricanes rip the sky forever
Through the weathers change
The sea remains the same
The coal black sea waits forever

There are ashes split through collective guilt
People rest at sea forever
Since they burnt you up
Collect you in a cup
For you the coal black sea has no terror

Will your ashes float like some foreign boat
Or will they sink absorbed forever
Will the Atlantic Coast
Have its final boast
Nothing else contained you ever

Now the coal black sea waits for me me me
The coal black sea waits forever
When I leave this joint
At some further point
The same coal black sea will it be waiting

Dreamin' (Rathke, Reed) - 5:07

If I close my eyes I see your face and I'm not without you
If I trying hard and concentrate I can still hear you speak
I picture myself in your room by the chair
You're smoking a cigarette
If I close my eyes I can see your face you're saying, "I missed you"
Dreamin' - I'm always dreamin'

If I close my eyes I can smell your perfume you look and say "Hi baby"
If I close my eyes pictures from China still hang from the wall
I hear the dog bark I turned and say, "what were you saying?"
I pictured you in the red chair inside the pale room

You sat in your chair with a tube in your arm - you were so skinny
You were still making jokes I don't know what drugs they had you on
You said, " I guess this is not the time for long term investments"
You were always laughing but you never laughing at me

They say in the end the pain was so bad that you were screaming
Now you were no saint but you deserved better than that
From the corner I watch them moving things from your apartment
But I can picture you red chair and pale room inside my head

If I close my eyes I see your face and I'm not without you
If I try hard and concentrate I can gear your voice saying,
"Who better than you"
If I close my eyes I can't believe that I'm here without you
Inside your pale room your empty red chair and my head
Dreamin' , I'm always dreamin'

No Chance (Reed) - 3:15

It must be nice to be steady, it must be nice to be firm
It must be nice never to move off the mark
It must be nice to be dependable and never let anyone down
It must be great to be all the things you're not
It must be great to be all the things that I'm not

I see you in the hospital your humor is intact
I'm embarrassed by the strength I seem to lack
If I was in your shoes
So strange that I'm not
I'd fold up in a minute and a half
And I didn't get a chance to say goodbye

It must be nice to be normal it must be nice to be cold
It must be nice not to have to go oh up or down
But me I'm all emotional no matter how I try
You're gone and I'm still here alive
And I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
No - I didn't get a chance to say goodbye

There are things we say we wish we knew and in fact we never do
But I'd wish I'd known that you were going to die
Then I wouldn't feel so stupid, such a fool that I didn't call
And I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye

No there's no logic to this - who's picked to stay or go
If you think too hard it only makes you mad
But your optimism made me think you really had it beat
So I didn't get a chance to say goodbye
I didn't get a chance to say goodbye

Warrior King (Reed) - 4:27

I wish I was the warrior king in every language that I speak
Lord over all that I survey and all that I see I keep
Power omnipresent undiminished uncontrolled
With a message violent fury at the center of my soul

I wish I was a warrior king inscrutable benign
With a faceless charging power always at my command
Footsteps so heavy that the world shakes
My rage instilling fear
Yet cautious firm but fair and good
The perfect Warrior King

I wish I installed angles in every subject's house
Agents of my goodness no one would be without
A steak on every plate a car for every house
And if you ever crossed me
I'd have your eyes put out

You don't exist without me without me you don't exist
And if logic won't convinced you then there's always this
I'm bigger, smarter, stronger, tough
Yet sensitive and kind
And though I could crush you like a bug
It will never cross my mind

It wouldn't cross my mind to your neck
Or rip out your vicious tongue
It wouldn't cross my mind to snap your leg like a twig
Or squash you like some slug
You are a violent messenger
And I'm not above your taunts
And if you hit me you know I'll kill you
Because I'm the Warrior King

Harry's Circumcision (Reed) - 5:28

Looking in the mirror Harry didn't like what he saw
The cheeks of his mother the eyes of his father
As each day crashed around him the future stood revealed
He was turning into his parents
The final disappointment

Stepping out of the shower Harry stared at himself
His hairline receding the slight overbite
He picked up the razor to begin his shaving
And thought oh I wish I was different

I wish I was stronger I wish I was thinner
I wish I didn't have this nose
These ears that stick out remind me of my father
And I don't want to be reminded at all
The final disappointment

Harry looked into the mirror thinking of Vincent Van Gogh
And with a quick swipe lopped off his nose
And happy with that he made a slice where his chin was
He's always wanted a dimple
The end of all illusion
Then peering down straight between his legs
Harry thought of the range of possibilities
A new face a new life no memories of the past
And slit his throat from ear to ear

Harry woke up with a cough the stitches made his wince
A doctor smiled at him from somewhere across the room
Son we saved your life but you'll never look the same
And when he heard that, Harry had to laugh
Although it hurt Harry had to laugh
The final disappointment

Gassed and Stoked (Rathke, Reed) - 4:18

Well, you covered your tracks
And now I can't see you
You had your ashes scattered at sea
There's no grave to visit no tombstone to look at
You were in the NY Times obituary
There's no record no tape no book no movie
Some photographs and some memories
Sometime I dial your photo number by mistake
And this is what I hear

This is no longer a working number baby
Please redial your call
This is no longer a working number
Your party doesn't live here anymore
This is no longer a working number
If you still require help
Stay on the line and an operator
Will try to bail you out

I knew I should have seen you that Thursday
I knew I shouldn't left
But you sounded so good your spirits so up
I thought I'd see you next week
I say over and over if I had half a brain
If I had half a brain in my head
I wouldn't sit here dialing a wrong number
And listening to what some recording said

I knew I should have written, written things down
I always say I'll never forget
Who can forget a one-eye pilot
Who's a concert pianist
A 0painter a poet songwriter supreme
My friends are blending in my head
They're melting into one great spirit
And that spirit isn't dead

Now I may not remember everything that you said
But I remember all the sings you've done
And not a day goes by not an hour
When I don't try to be like you
You were gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
And you were that way all the time
So I guess you know why I'm laughing at myselves
Every time I dial the wrong line

This is no longer a working number baby

Power and Glory, Pt. 2 (Rathke, Reed) - 2:57

I was visited by The Power and The Glory
I was visited by a majestic hymn
Great bolts of lightning
Lightning up the sky
Electricity flowing through my veins

I was captured by a larger moment
I was seized by divinity's hot breath
Gorged like a lion on experience
Powerful from life
I wanted all of it -
Not some of it

I saw a great man turn into a little child
The cancer reduced him to dust
His voice growing weak as he fought for his life
With a bravery few men know
I saw isotopes introduced into his lungs
Trying to stop the cancerous spread
And it made me think of Leda and The Swan
And gold being made from lead
The same power that burned Hiroshima
Causing three legged babies and death
Shrunk to the size of a nickel
To help him regain his breath
And I was struck by The Power and The Glory
I was visited by a majestic Him
Great bolts of lightning shooting up his veins
As the radiation flowed through him
He wanted all of it
Not (just) some of it

Magic and Loss (Rathke, Reed) - 6:39

As you pass through the fire
Your right hand waving
There are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head
Will never help you out
You have to be very strong
'cause you'll start from zero
Over and over again
And as the smoke clears
There's an all consuming fire
Lying straight ahead

They say no one person can do it all
But you want to in your head
But you can't be Joyce
So what is left instead
You're stuck with yourself
And a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment
This wonderful fire started up again

When you pass through humble
When you pass through sickly
When you pass through
I'm better than you all
When you pass through
Anger and self deprecation
And have the strength to acknowledge it all
When the past makes you laugh
And you can savor the magic
That let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
And there's a door up ahead not a wall

As you pass through fire as you pass through fire
Trying to remember its name
When you pass through fire licking at your lips
You cannot remain the same
And if the building' burning
Move towards that door
But don't put the flames out
There's a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out

Magic and Loss

When you pass through the fire
You pass through humble
You pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble
The lights can blind you
Some people never figure that out
You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt
You pass through an ever-present past
And it's best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
As you pass through the fire
Your right hand waving
There are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head
Will never help you out
You have to be very strong
'Cause you'll start from zero
Over and over again
And as the smoke clears
There's an all-consuming fire
Lying straight ahead
They say no one person can do it all
But you want to in your head
But you can't be Joyce
So what is left instead?
You're stuck with yourself
And a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment
This wonderful fire started up again
When you pass through humble
When you pass through sickly
When you pass through
I'm better than you all
When you pass through
Anger and self deprecation
And have the strength to acknowledge it all
When the past makes you laugh
And you can savor the magic
That let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
And there's a door up ahead; not a wall
As you pass through fire, as you pass through fire
Trying to remember its name
When you pass through fire, licking at your lips
You cannot remain the same
And if the building's burning
Move towards that door
But don't put the flames out
There's a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out

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Magic and Loss Lyrics as written by Michael Rathke Lou Reed

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Lou Reed( Lewis Allan Reed )

Magic and Loss (Summation)
When you pass through the fire, you pass through humble
You pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble, the lights can blind you
Some people never figure that out

You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt
You pass through an ever present past
And it's best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light

Pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
It's best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light

As you pass through the fire, your right hand waving
There are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head
Will never help you out

You have to be very strong, 'cause you'll start from zero
Over and over again
And as the smoke clears there's an all consuming fire
Lyin' straight ahead

Lyin' straight ahead
Lyin' straight ahead
As the smoke clears there's an all consuming fire
Lyin' straight ahead

They say no one person can do it all
But you want to in your head
But you can't be Shakespeare and you can't be Joyce
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So what is left instead

You're stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment this wonderful fire
Started up again

When you pass through humble, when you pass through sickly
When you pass through I'm better than you all
When you pass through anger and self deprecation
And have the strength to acknowledge it all

When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic
That let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
And there's a door up ahead not a wall

As you pass through fire as you pass through fire
Tryin' to remember it's name
When you pass through fire lickin' at your lips
You cannot remain the same

And if the building's burning move towards that door
But don't put the flames out
There's a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out

Some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
There's a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out

They envision the character and personality of the witch they wish to bring to life. From there, they carefully select the materials, such as fabrics, feathers, beads, and miniature accessories, to construct the body of the doll. The doll maker then meticulously hand sews and assembles each piece, paying close attention to every detail.

The expression on the doll's face, the texture of its clothing, and even the placement of a tiny wand or broomstick are all carefully considered and executed with precision. While witch doll making may seem like a whimsical hobby, it requires a great deal of skill and expertise. Doll makers often spend hours on a single doll, sometimes even days or weeks, to ensure that it is perfect in every way. The attention to detail, the choice of colors, and the overall craftsmanship all play a crucial role in bringing the witch to life. Once completed, these witch dolls stand as unique works of art, each telling a different story. Some may appear friendly and inviting, while others exude an air of mystery and intrigue. Each doll carries its own energy, imagination, and symbolism. Witch doll making has gained popularity not only among collectors of unique and unusual dolls but also among enthusiasts of witchcraft, fantasy, and the occult. These dolls serve as both whimsical decor and mystical companions, providing a connection to the mystical and magical world of witches. In conclusion, the art of witch doll making is a mesmerizing craft that brings the supernatural and mysterious to life. The doll maker's skill and imagination create these intriguing figures, each with its own story and personality. Whether displayed as a collector's item or cherished as a special companion, a witch doll is a testament to the creative and enchanting world of the occult..

Reviews for "The Wonders of Miniature Witch Dolls: Tiny Creations with Big Impact"

1. Becky - 2/5 stars - I was really excited to play Witch Doll Maker because I love dress-up games and witches, but I was disappointed with this one. The options for clothes and accessories were very limited, and the graphics were poorly designed. The overall gameplay was also very repetitive and there was no real sense of creativity or customization. I would not recommend this game to anyone looking for a fun and engaging witch dress-up experience.

2. Mike - 1/5 stars - Witch Doll Maker was a total letdown. The controls were clunky and unresponsive, making it difficult to select and place items on the doll. The clothing options were also limited and uninspiring, with a lack of variety or unique designs. Additionally, the game lacked any sort of background music or sound effects, making it feel dull and lifeless. Overall, I found Witch Doll Maker to be a boring and frustrating experience.

3. Emily - 2/5 stars - As someone who enjoys dress-up games, I was expecting Witch Doll Maker to be a fun and creative experience. However, I found the game to be quite underwhelming. The graphics were outdated and the overall aesthetic was uninspired. Additionally, there was a lack of interesting accessories and clothing options, leaving me feeling like there wasn't much room for creativity. The game also lacked any sort of storyline or goal, making it feel aimless and tedious to play. Overall, Witch Doll Maker fell far short of my expectations.

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