There’s the moon asking to stay Long enough for the clouds to fly me away Well it’s my time coming I’m not afraid to die My fading voice sings of love But she cries to the clicking of time Of time Wait in the fire Wait in the fire And she weeps on my arm Walking to the bright lights in sorrow Oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow Oh my love And the rain is falling and I believe My time has come It reminds me of the pain I might leave Leave behind Wait in the fire Wait in the fire And I feel them drown my name So easy to know and forget with this kiss I’m not afraid to go but it goes so slow Wait in the fire Wait in the fire Wait in the fire Wait in the fire Wait in the fire Wait in the...Read More
Autore: Jeff Buckley
There is a child sleeping near his twin The pictures go wild in a rush of wind That dark angel he is shuffling in Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled The love you lost with her skin so fair Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair Her green eyes bloom goodbyes With her head in her hands and your kiss on the lips of another Dream brother With your tears scattered round the world. Don’t be like the one who made me so old Don’t be like the one who left behind his name ‘Cause they’re waiting for you like I waited for mine And nobody ever came I feel afraid and I call your name I love your voice and your dance insane I hear your words and I know your pain Your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another Your eyes to the ground And the world spinning round forever Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing...Read More
JOURNALIST: I suddenly noticed the body of a Parson, lying on the ground in a ruined churchyard. I felt unable to leave him to the mercy of the Red Weed and decided to bury him decently. BETH: Nathaniel! Nathaniel! JOURNALIST: The Parson’s eyes flickered open. He was alive! BETH: Nathaniel! I saw the church burst into flame! Are you all right? PARSON: Don’t touch me! BETH: But it’s me – Beth. Your wife. PARSON: No. You’re one of them. A devil! BETH: (to JOURNALIST) He’s delirious! PARSON: Lies! I saw the devil’s sign. BETH: What are you saying? PARSON: The green flash in the sky. His demons were here all along – in our hearts and souls – just waiting for a sign from him. And now they’re destroying our world. BETH: But they’re not devils – they’re Martians. JOURNALIST: We must leave here. BETH: Look! A house still standing! Come, Nathaniel, quickly! JOURNALIST: We took shelter in a cottage and Black Smoke spread, hemming us in. Then a Fighting Machine came across the fields, spraying jets of steam that turned the smoke into thick, black dust. MARTIANS: Ulla! BETH: Dear God – help us! PARSON: The voice of the devil is heard in our land! PARSON: Listen, do you hear them drawing near in their search for the sinners? Feeding on the power of our fear and the...Read More
when i first saw you you had on blue jeans your eyes couldn’t hide anything i saw you breathing, oh saw you staring out in space when i next saw you you were at the party thought you was a queen oh, so flirty i came against them didn’t say excuse knew what i was doing we looked very fine as we were leaving as we were making what we were making Saint John you were a cool jerk oh, i want you like a...Read More
I’m lying in my bed, the blanket is warm This body will never be safe from harm Still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal Touch my skin to keep me whole If only you’d come back to me If you laid at my side Wouldn’t need no mojo pin To keep me satisfied Don’t want to weep for you I don’t want to know I’m blind and tortured The white horses flow The memories fire The rhythms fall slow Black beauty, I love you so Precious, precious silver and gold And pearls in oyster’s flesh Drop down we two to serve and pray to love Born again from the rhythm screaming down from heaven Ageless, ageless and I’m there in your arms Don’t want to weep for you I don’t want to know I’m blind and tortured The white horses flow The memories fire The rhythms fall slow Black beauty, I love you so The welts of your scorn, my love, give me more Send whips of opinion down my back, give me more Well it’s you I’ve waited my life to see It’s you I’ve searched so hard for Don’t want to weep for you I don’t want to know I’m blind and tortured The white horses flow The memories fire The rhythms fall slow Black beauty, I love you...Read More
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