William:. Margaret, array the rocks around the hole. Before we're sinking. A million stones, a million bones. A million holes within the chinking. . And painting rings around your eyes, these peppered holes.
There's an island hidden in the sound. Lapping currents lay your boat to ground. Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their Arabesques. And sorrow fills the silence all around, you come and see.
Charlotte:. Father I'm not feeling well, the flowers me you fed. Tasted spoiled for suddenly I find that I am dead. But father don't you fear. Your children all are here.
William:. And here I am softer than a shower. And here I am to garland you with flowers. To lay you down in clover bed. The stars, a roof above our heads.
[First Voice:]. My true love went riding out in white and green and gray. Past the pale of Offa's wall where she was wont to stray. And there she came upon a white and wounded fawn.
And under the boughs unbowed. All clothed in a snowy shroud. She had no heart so hardened. All under the boughs unbowed. . Each feather, it fell from skin.
It was a cold night. And the snow lay low. I pulled my coat tight. Against the falling down. And the sun was all. And the sun was all down. And the sun was all.
As the sun is sinking low. and the evening's tucked in tow. On the horizon, my true love I see.. She ain't fancy, she ain't fine. While her fingers number only nine.
It was a cold night. And the snow lay low. I pulled my coat tight. Against the falling down. And the sun was all. And the sun was all down. And the sun was all.
And all the while whispering arbors provide cover. . What previous witnessed ardors of our lovers. . Our heroine here falls prey to her abductor. . All a gallop with Margaret, slung rude 'cross withers.
Lay out the bowline,. Tether and belay,. Haul away.. There is amber in the embers,. There are riches on the ring.. Will I be so brave?. . We, beloved of the springtime,.
[PART I]. . [crone:] here upon this pillow. Made of reed and willow. You're a fickle little twister. Are you sweet on your sister?. Your fallow won't leave you alone..
Brother John saw visions of God. So they put him in chains for acting too odd. As the crowd shouted, "Off with his head". The priest said, "Have mercy let's burn him instead".
Too much, it's too much, too much. Got too much water under the bridge. Got too much, too much, got too much. Got too much water under the bridge. . I got to think of something, think of something.
Some people say life's like a merry-go-round. I think it's more like a ferris wheel. 'cause sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down. Sometimes you just don't know what to feel.
They say pain can bring out the artist's best. But since you've been gone, I just can't care less. Common sense doesn't realize. It can hurt so bad. Everyday I sit in my garret staring at the floor.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm still alive. How much abuse can someone stand and survive. How long I've waited for the day to arrive. When I won't be a fool no more.
Out in the street and. Under the sun.. I kissed his feet and loaded his gun.. Sooner or later everyone does!. Everybody feeds the fat boy. everybody feeds the fat boy..
I can't stand to watch the six o'clock news. It's enough to give an average, sensitive person the blues.. Can't get it up. I don't know about commercial appeal.
The smell of money. Like flies and honey. Appeals to something. More immediate than mere foreplay. And now if you're hungry. This one is on your mind.