Shadows running (Ombre). shadows bleeding (Sangue). shadows breathing (Ombre). . Like in a magic farewell. Waters over waters we breathe. And through these doors we pass.
The towers of pain In crimson light drowning Imprison us. The wells of pain by purple light blessed Imprison us. . We grab the nails of domination. And our fist becomes the FLAME of Babylon.
We have fallen again. Preys of this consuming turmoil. Victims of our own desires. Time loads the remains. Of our pulverized egos. . We are. We are the children.
After the torchlight red on our pale faces.. After the frosty silence of agony.. Prison and reverberation (of tears) over distant blood.. What is that sound low in the air (murmur) of maternal lamentation ?.
Pulsing with Splendor,. with Arthat at my side. and Amytaba at my back. and Akshobhya in my heart. I need no wings to fly high. above the misty skies..
Pictures of movies stars fade and grow old. The hot dogs and pretzels are always served cold. Take nothing with you when you leave but your soul. In lulu land.
World turns around again and. I can see her face in my mind and. I can almost hear her laugh. at me, at all the things I've said and. . Done and all the various mistakes.
Last night I lost control. Last night I lost control. Dreamt of dying. Died a thousand times.. . So many different deaths. Smiling at me Caressing me Promising delight.
I'll die without my mask. for Death is Life's theatre:. a veilless oriental girl. lost in time's escapeless drifts.. . Crushed world's blood. Wet the closed doors of Eden,.
Small cold drips Called your name in vain. Chromatic signs Red on grey. in elusive Opium scent vanished.. . Ho aperto il mio cuore invano. Sangue ed una croce spezzata.
And life is grand. And I will say this at the risk of falling from favor. With those of you who have appointed yourselves. To expect us to say something darker.
Thousand are the words. As I close my eyes. and drown in my little. prayer for nothing. . Like dust dissolving in a water. too deep, too cold, too dark.
Down here on the north side. [ ? ]. Down here on the river [ ? ]. I got sand in my shoes. It's hotter than asphalt. It's hotter than pistols. I'm as bent as a crowbar.
In the oil fields of San Ardo. That's where she broke my heart. I buried her in Parkfield. In a sandy river bed. Sold her car in Fresno. Mongrel's Motorcycle Club.
Come on down the mountain. We're waiting here for you. Grey faced wrath is upon us. Yeah lights the valley blue. . Yeah come on down the mountain. We're waiting here for you.
Are you weary of the lengthening days?. Do you secretly wish for november's rain?. And the harvest moon top reign in the sky (now that it's june). There is nothing in this world more bitter than spring.
Joe stalin's cadillac. This is joe stalin's. We're just drivin' 'round the block in joe stalin's cadillac. . L.b.j.'s cadillac. L.b.j.'s cadillac. We're just peein' on the side of the road in l.b.j.'s cadillac.
I remember his hat tilted forward. His glasses are folded in his vest. And he seems like the kind of man who beats his horses. Or the dancers who work at a bar.