The shriek blockaded machinery. tears me away in this very moment. deep dark night embraces me like a casket. black rain cauterizes the protecting surface.
All in, all in, you got me all in. Crank the music up, let it never end. All in, all in, you got me all in. 'Til the sun come up and we start again. .
There are only so many tears you can cry. Till your heart stops breaking. Only so many doors you can try. Till you finally find your way. Out of the dark, into the light.
I love, how your eyes close whenever you kiss me. And when I'm away from you, I love, how you miss me. I love the way, you always treat me tenderly. But darlin' most of all I love, how you love me.
Why this feeling? Why this glow?. Why the thrill when you say hello?. It's a strange and tender magic you do.. Mister Wonderful, that's you.. Why this trembling when you speak?.
[Music by Bartsch-November 2000]. [Poems by Bartsch-October 2000]. . Ich schnitt ein Stck deines Leibes und frohlockend erblhet mein Kreuz. An welches ich genagelt meistblutend dacht' mich freut's.
This Grey room,. This bunker,. The air is humming. us to sleep. . While outside,. the city hurries;. the endless worries. are out of reach. . Promise me we'll never leave this room,.
Blow on you restless wind, up to your old tricks again. Bear down you texas sun, you make the desserts dry and the brush fires run. Splintered wood rusty chains, this old front porch swing remains.
I heard you say and rightly so. "We turn our backs on we most need to know". Give in too fast then give in to no one. And once they've got you where they want you.
"Hi, operator.". "May I help you?". "Yeah, it's me again. Did you get him on the line yet? . . .. Oh, this is awful. I've been trying to get him all day. . . ..
There's a bridge 'cross my stream. Never seems to get broken. Never could, never would. Never clouds up my day. . See, I wanted to give. Then I just couldn't take it.
(music by bartsch/matton - march 93). (poems by bartsch - february 93). Black hopelessness. venoms the hidden unholiness. of your withered virgin. speechless remonstration.
O God of loveliness, O Lord of Heaven above. How worthy to possess my heart's devoted love. So sweet thy countenance, so gracious to behold. That one, one only glance to me were bliss untold.
World. (Music by Bartsch November 1994). (Poems by Bartch November 1994). Ruchloser Mrder in purpurnen Seiten schwelgend. vergiee ich das vermaledeite Blut deines.
Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. Bung, bung, bung, bung, bung. .
Allie woke up 8 A.M.. Graduation day. Got into a car. Crashed along the way. . And we arrived late to the wake. Stole the urn while they looked away. And drove to the beach.
Curl up inside me. C'mon hide for a while. Look in your eyes I see. Looking back is a child. . That we, we dance a fine line. We didn't take much time.
Ruchloser Mrder in purpurnen Seiten. schwelgend. vergiee ich das vermalefeite Blut deines. kindlichen Leichnams. und erwarte mit bessener Hingabe. die erlsende Begierde meines vielgepriesenen.
O Sanctissima, O Piissima. Dulcis Virgo Maria. Mater amta intemerata. Ora ora pro nobis. . Tota pulchraes, O Maria. Et macula non est in te. Mater anmata intemerata.
Have an egg roll, Mr. Goldstone. Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair. Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone. Any spare that I can spare, I'll be glad to share!.