People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can' t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.Αφιερωμένο στην anarchitect
Don’t look don’t look the shadows breathe
Whispering me away from you
Don’t wake at night to watch her sleep
You know that you will always lose
This trembling
Adored
Tousled bird mad girl...
But every night I burn
But every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
Oh don’t talk of love the shadows purr
Murmuring me away from you
Don’t talk of worlds that never were
The end is all that’s ever true
There’s nothing you can ever say
Nothing you can ever do...
Still every night I burn
Every night I scream your name
Every night I burn
Every night the dream’s the same
Every night I burn
Waiting for my only friend
Every night I burn
Waiting for the world to end
Just paint your face the shadows smile
Slipping me away from you
Oh it doesn’t matter how you hide
Find you if we’re wanting to
So slide back down and close your eyes
Sleep a while
You must be tired...
But every night I burn
Every night I call your name
Every night I burn
Every night I fall again
Every night I burn
Scream the animal scream
Every night I burn
Dream the crow black dream
Dream the crow black dream...
[Τι κομματάρααααααααααα]
15 comments:
"IT CAN'T RAIN ALL THE TIME..."
Απίστευτο! Μόλις μπήκα στο Blog σου!!! ;)
Ευχαριστώ τόοοσο πολύ!
"He was already dead... he died a year ago, the moment he touched her... They're all dead... they just don't know it yet..."
Χαχα, ελπίζω να ήταν ευχάριστη η έκπληξη :-p
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'T is some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this and nothing more."
THE RAVEN
by Edgar Allan Poe
...πολύ!!! :)
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Χαίρομαι! :))
Και κλείνουμε το ευχάριστο πρόγραμμά μας με CURE:
"Creatures kissing in the rain
Shapeless in the dark again
In the hanging garden
Please don't speak
In the hanging garden
No one sleeps"
The Hanging Garden
by R. Smith
THE CURE
Catching haloes on the moon
Gives my hands the shapes of angels
In the heat of the night
The animals scream
In the heat of the night
Walking into a dream...
Το τέλειο κλείσιμο ;-)
:) Καλό Βράδυ!!!!
Καληνύχτααα!! :-))
Α! ναι... Και πάλι ευχαριστώωω!!!
(Φωνάζω για να μ' ακούσεις...)
...Γοητευμένη...
:-)) Εγώ σε ευχαριστώωωω, γιατί αλλιώς το post δεν θα υπήρχε.. ;-)
...Encatando...
Βρέχει...
could it rain all the time?
:-) Καλό ακούγεται, αλλά θα χανόταν η μαγεία...
Ταιριάζει με το δάκρυ...
...Δεν έχω καθόλου καλό προαίσθημα σήμερα... κάτι...
Έπεσες μέσα τελικά?
...ευτυχώς όχι...
...απλά ήταν πολύ κακή διάθεση...
Today is another day...
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