(written by Thomas campion; 1600). When to her lute Corinna sings. Her voice revives the leaden strings. And doth on highest note appeare. As any challeng'd echo cleare.
It would be wrong to ask you why. Because I know what goes inside. Is only half of what comes out. Isn't that what it's about ?. To remind us we're alive.
A thousand dreamers crept as one. Journey'd by the colder sun. Knocked at the chamber's gate. Yet this sleeper does not wake. In the oracle overhung. With careless whispers, ivystung.
You did one thing wrong. You woke up.. It looked better before. More - more. And the stomach turns.... Say nothing without wasting a word. I know exactly what you meant.
Welcome my dear please take my hand It's wonderful here it's really quite grand. The moment still, await the hour The Masquerade for Time's dead flowers.
They all know me by my car. They all know I'm gone, but not how far. I'm heading straight down 101. I'm going to go and get me some. My lips are movin' but there's no sound.
(traditional ballad circa 1400). The wind doth howl today m'love. And a winter's worth of rain. I never had but one true love. In cold grave she was lain.
It's cold and it's. Smooth and it's. A hard shade of white. And everybody needs to lick the surface clean. But it never tastes better. White blooms to white and freezes white again.
Another night down on the catherine wheel. Drawn into a corner. A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head. I court a sure, sudden death. But give no quarter.
Star A.D.. See tomorrow dreamin'. You don't need your freeom. Star A.D.. A little joke that's understood. All over the world. A little joke that's understood.
I'm having a weak moment A moment that may not end. Lonely in my own skin. Everything is changing Everything seems changed. As if quietly replaced by something souless.
The words are so familiar -. all the same greats, the same mistakes. It doesn't have to be like this.. If you don't make a friend, now. One might make you -.
Time to show some sharper teeth Time to grow a thicker skin. Time to drop the seventh veil and let some madness wander in. This is not a darker age Just the turning of the wheel.
If you want to open the hole. Just put your head down and go. Step beside the piece of the circumstance. Got to wash away the taste of evidence. Wash it away (evidence).
How carelessly the bound daylight caresses. Oblivious to wandering eyes extinguished. Free me reckless with the night. Elusive scenes enkindled burst to fire.
All of that thick time without you. Has made me so thick and drunk. "and it's okay to laugh about it". I said, "it's okay to laugh about it". Runnin' twice as fast to stay in the same place.
(Words written by Grandfather Lloyd Richards, 1929). There was a friend upon whom once Nature played her joke. She gave him width instead of height. and hands too large for chivalry.
Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm. Hides in the softest eyes. And ponderous smiles manifest denial. But heavy heartless. Conscious of our load. Hurled by dreams into a separate world.
What if there's no more fun to have ?. And all I've got is what I had. What if I have forgotten how ?. Cut my losses and get out now. Get out right now.
Ophelia. Cordelia. Desdemona. And Kate. My sweetness and Beatrice. So precious your pain. I sing for your lovers. Your heavenly fathers to be. Your possible futures.