- Amelia
The city roof
is tipping down.
The evening’s high,
lights litter ground.
I close my eyes.
I pray to stone.
Do angels weep
- Ballad of a Weary Traveller
what does it take for stars to open wide?
the black against the white, so high
in the sky.
i look for a sign.
a girl, she was mine.
i lost her in time,
lost her in time.
- Daughter
once a daughter came to harm
in tender woodland night
pin-boned by two velvet arms
and turned a bloodless white
when cried out the mothers, “oh,
who done this deed tonight?”
i tied a ribbon round my throat
- Love Don't Roam
Well, I’ve roamed about this Earth
With just a suitcase in my hand,
And I’ve met some bog-eyed Joe’s,
I’ve met the blessed, I’ve met the damned.
But of all the strange, strange creatures
In the air, at sea, on land,
Oh, my girl, my girl, my precious girl,
I love you, you understand.
- Old Waits Carol
The moon shines bright and the stars give a light
A little before it is day
The Lord our God He for-gave us,
And bids us awake and pray.
The life of man is but a span,
And cut down in its flower,
We’re here to-day, to-morrow gone,
- Rose's Song
dear sweet season
sweet july, my skin can
remember it all
i am waiting
saw your ghost shaped like
the gold in my hair and hands
- Shankill Butchers
The Shankill butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
Theyre sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking all their whisky by the pint
Cuz everybody knows
If you dont mind your mother's words
A wicked wind will blow
Your ribbons from your curls
- The Ravenstag
blue as night, the ravenstag was flying
as you plucked the hyde, the beast stood crying
was it ever not enough to torment enough, cried out the blood in the veins
of the ravenstag who told me your name
i’ve started dreaming the most peculiar pictures
the blacks and whites and colors are richer
did you feel it kind enough, yes kind enough to plant the seed in my brain
- Waltz For Lecter
please come in.
i won’t bite,
simply whet my appetite
with whatever foods you may bring
from the dark winter garden of night.
what’s that smell?
is it fever?
- Песня для Мадса Микельсена
Два часа ночи, а я все еще пишу эту песню
Я нашла слова, но не могу найти мелодию,
Он снимается в шоу, о парне, который ест людей.
И становиться трудно, когода он так горяч, поедая людей.
Мадс Микельсен
Мадс Микельсен
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