I thought a desires worth any pleasure, every really real sin in vain One hundred and one shots of opportunity, I'd gladly take them all again and again
Secret message for a rendezvous Distant fire, it's hurtin' you And it's so sad, good love go back Tears of love will make me sad Frozen teardrops runnin
(1947) gian carlo menotti The sun is falling and it lies in blood The moon is weaving bandages of gold Old black swan where oh where is my lover now
When our weary world was young The struggle of the ancients was begun. The gods of Love and Reason Sought alone to rule the fate of Man. They battled
I have memory and awareness, But I have no shape or form. As a disembodied spirit, I am dead and yet unborn. I have passed into Olympus As was told in
Ride on, ride on Friends of the black swan Ride on, ride on Do you know where she's gone Gumdrops and Saturdays Did Eric call by the way? He knew, he
Elle se balade fiere Au bras d?un cygne blanc Elle dit "C?est pas un cygne de riviere, C?est un cygne d?etang Elle marche d?une maniere Qui amuse
What will grow quickly, that you can't make straight It's the price you gotta pay Do yourself a favour and pack you bags Buy a ticket and get on the train
I set out on a longest road to seek the answers from Death I set out to the black sacred stream to seek out and shoot a white swan On desolate and stony
Walking by yourself in the cold, cold winter Wrapped up in your coat like It?s a magic blanket You say: "No matter where I go They all look like strangers
Ride on, ride on, friends of the black swan. Ride on, ride on, do you know where she's gone? Gumdrops and Saturdays, did Eric call, by the way? He...
Prayer for a fallen hero Angel with a broken wing Am I going down? Elegy for my departure Requiem for my broken dreams I will survive Black Swan - A
a. SARCOPHAGI b. UMBILICAL SYLLABES c. FACILIS DESCERNUS AVERNI d. CON SAFO The ocean floor is hidden From your viewing lens A depth perception
I, the Swan am beautiful and phallic. Brushed. Canvas draped, paint peeled. Gallons of something puddles and you take the pictures. Hurl stones around
art wrong, swan song, no fun in sun, cake walk, fake talk, burn hot, bad plot, sick thought, fucked up, what now? satan, burning, sun tanned rock fan,
A black swan rode me into my place of destiny To love, to feel so madly So born to disagree With people who think that life is just a memory To be
I listen now to the wind howl, Whispering rhymes here and there, And my mind's open wide, Tell me all I long to hear. My God why must they argue? Why