Sunday, 31 July 2011

Send me an angel

John Collier: Lillith

Every night, I hit the street
All alone burnin' with the need
Broken dreams and an empty heart have got me
I need a lover with a lot of heart
It's so hard when you're in the dark
And no one's there to help you find your way
I keep running in the night
Searchin' for the light
Cryin' for someone to rescue me
Won't you send me, send me an angel
Send me, send me an angel
Send me an angel tonight, tonight
Keep lookin' but I can't see
Listen hard but I don't believe
Is this the way it really has to be?
Say you're in or count me out
I can't live with all this doubt
Save my life with a single word
And I'm out here in the dark
I don't know where to start
Begging for my feelings to be heard
Won't you send me, send me an angel
Send me, send me an angel
Send me an angel tonight, tonight
I keep running in the night
Searchin' for the light
Cryin' for someone to rescue me
Won't you send me, send me an angel
Send me, send me an angel
Send me an angel tonight, tonight
Won't you send me, send me an angel
Send me, send me an angel
Send me, send me an angel


Lonely heart

Yes I do, babe



Gagsta Opera

Swords and Roses (The dreaming city)

Robert Gould: Elric of Melnibone


"It is the color of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair which flows below his shoulders is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody, and from the loose sleeves of his yellow gown emerge two slender hands, also the color of bone. "
— Michael Moorcock (Elric of Melniboné - The Chronicle of the Black Sword)

"Legends are best left as legends and attempts to make them real are rarely successful"
— Michael Moorcock (Elric of Melniboné)

"Elric knew that everything that existed had its opposite. In danger he might find peace. And yet, of course, in peace there was danger. Being an imperfect creature in an imperfect world he would always know paradox. And that was why in paradox there was always a kind of truth. That was why philosophers and soothsayers flourished. In a perfect world there would be no place for them. In an imperfect world the mysteries were always without solution and that was why there was always a great choice of solutions."
— Michael Moorcock (The Elric Saga Part I)

"We must be bound to one another then," Elric murmured despairingly. "Bound by hell-forged chains and fate-haunted circumstance. Well, then--let it be thus so--and men will have cause to tremble and flee when they hear the names of Elric of Melinbone and Stormbringer, his sword. We are two of a kind--produced by an age which has deserted us. Let us give this age cause to hate us!"
— Michael Moorcock (Elric: The Stealer of Souls)



M.W. Kaluta: Elric of Melnibone



My name is Elric
And I bear the Black Sword

This is the Tale of Elric
Before he was called Womanslayer
Before the final collapse of Melnibone
This is the tale of the doomed
Black Sword

Mighty Elric, Mightier Sword
Sorcerer and Swordsman
Slayer of kin
Lord of a dying race, King of ruins
Dragon Master,
Champion of Doom

Ymmrir, The Dreaming City
Yrkoon, the hated usurper
Cymoril, the beloved,
All had fallen
To the fury and unholy power
Of the albino prince
And his terrible Sword

(Chorus)
Stormbringer, Black Runesword
Battle - thirsty prince,
Blood - hungry sword
Stormbringer, sing a song of victory
And as I hold you in my hands
You drink the souls
Of all my enemies
My enemies, oh drink the souls
Of all my enemies


Saturday, 30 July 2011

When the crowds are gone



I don't know where the years have gone
Memories can only last so long
Like faded photographs, forgotten songs
And the things I never knew
When the skin is thin, the heart shows through
Please believe me what I tell you is true

Where's the lights, turn 'em on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds have gone

All my friends have been crucified
Made life a long suicide true
Guess we never figured out the rules
But I'm still alive, my fingers feel
Gonna play on till the final reel's through
And read the credits from a different view

Where's the lights, turn 'em on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds have gone
When the crowds are gone

When the crowds are gone
And I'm all alone
Playing the saddest song
Now that the lights are gone
Turn them on again
One more time for me my friend
Turn 'em on again

I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me
Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
'Cause the person I am
Are the parts that I play
So I plot and I plan
Hope and I scheme
To the lure of a night
Filled with unfinished dreams
I'm holding on tight
To a world gone astray
As they charge me for years
I can no longer pay

Turn 'em on again (repeat)

I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me
I Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
'Cause the person I am
Are the parts that I play
The parts I play

And the lights
Turn then off my friend
And the ghosts
Well just let them in
Cause in the dark
It's easier to see


Aphasia






What is eternal?!

Konstantin Dmitriyevich Flavitsky: Princess Tarakanova, in the Peter and Paul Fortress at the Time of the Flood

And here in the night
As I feel the inferno
I stare in the dark
Thinking what is eternal

The man or the moment
The act or the reason
These thoughts fill my head
As I contemplate treason

Of dreams I have had
And dreams I have pondered
When late in the night
My mind it would wander

To things I have done
And then quickly regretted
While denying vices
My life had selected

And I think what I've done
Or have yet to begin
And the man I've become
And the man that I've been

Now caught in a waltz
With the eternal dancer
I'm courted by death
But death isn't the answer
I say

All I was
Meant to be
Could I
Suddenly
Just decide
Not a thought
Would survive
Could it be
My life's worth
Ended there
With my birth

If I could see someone
Who's been there before me
And traded his soul
For a moment of glory

His penance or mercy
By spirits debated
While judged on a scale
That's been heavily weighted

And what have I done
Could there be such a sin
In this man I've become
In this man that I've been

Now calling to god
From the pit's very bottom
I pray he forgives
Every sin I've forgotten
This day

And who would have thought
That my fate it would conjure
This twist in the road
On which I have wandered

Each vision and dream now
Completely dismembered
To give one's whole life
And find nothing's remembered

And what good is a life
That leaves nothing behind
Not a thought or a dream
That might echo in time

The years and the hours
The seconds and minutes
And everything that
My life has placed in it
Betrayed
Betrayed
Betrayed

The things I have done
The places I've been
The cost of my dreams
The weight of my sins

And everything that
I've gathered in life
Could it be lost
Could it be lost in this
Could it be lost in this
Night




The return of the King...

Alan Lee: Aragorn and Eowin

(just a glimpse)

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
The Lord of the Rings
The Riddle of Strider, a poem contained in a letter from Gandalf which the innkeeper gives to Frodo, Chapter 'Strider'.

"He deserves death."
"Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends. I have not much hope that Gollum can be cured before he dies, but there is a chance of it. And he is bound up with the fate of the Ring. My heart tells me that he has some part to play yet, or good or Ill, before the end; and when that comes, the pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many - yours not least."
The Lord of the Rings
Frodo and Gandalf discussing the fate of the betrayer Gollum, Chapter 'The Shadow of the Past'.
"What do you fear, lady?" he asked.
"A cage," she said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire."
The Lord of the Rings
Aragorn and Lady Éowyn, Chapter 'The Passing of the Grey Company'.

In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dínen.
"You cannot enter here," said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. "Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master. Go!"
The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.
"Old fool!" he said. "Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!" And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.
The Lord of the Rings
Chapter 'The Siege of Gondor'.

"How do I feel?" he cried. "Well, I don't know how to say it. I feel, I feel' — he waved his arms in the air — 'I feel like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!"
The Lord of the Rings
Gandalf celebrates the victory over Sauron, Chapter 'The Field of Cormallen'.




Friday, 29 July 2011

Princess Aurora

Brian Froud: Faery

While the shadows rise and the ravens fly
To the silent wood of Kherd you come now
Memories, ride the silent dream
While the horizons fade to brown of new plains
And the elves of night now cross my way to my new dawn
And your heart is riding brave against the darkest shadowlord
I am here to await your soul

Princess Aurora, wonderful vision
Magic lady of the northern skies
Keep my heart and I will fly away
With his love

Wonderful, born of miracle
Light my goal to the crystal throne of angels
Fantasies, travellers of my dreams
Steal my essence to blend it with her breath
And the elves of night now cross my way to my new dawn
And your heart is riding brave against the darkest shadowlord
I am here to await your soul

Princess Aurora, wonderful vision
Magic lady of the northern skies
Keep my heart and I will fly away
With his love 



Brian Froud: The Caterpillars Mushroom

Tonight we ride

John Duncan: Riders of the Sidhe



Thursday, 28 July 2011

Ask me no more...

Sir Frank Dicksee: Passion

(By Alfref Lord Tennyson)


Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; 
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, 
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape; 
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee? 
Ask me no more. 

Ask me no more: what answer should I give? 
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye: 
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die! 
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live; 
Ask me no more. 

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd: 
I strove against the stream and all in vain: 
Let the great river take me to the main: 
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; 
Ask me no more


Excalibur

John Burman's...
Not a movie.... a poem

She

J.W. Waterhouse: Sappho

She 
May be the face I can't forget 
The trace of pleasure or regret 
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay 
She 
May be the song that summer sings 
May be the chill that autumn brings 
May be a hundred different things 
Within the measure of a day

She 
May be the beauty or the beast 
May be the famine or the feast 
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell 
She may be the mirror of my dreams 
The smile reflected in a stream 
She may not be what she may seem 
Inside her shell 

She 
Who always seems so happy in a crowd 
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud 
No one's allowed to see them when they cry 
She 
May be the love that cannot hope to last 
May come to me from shadows of the past 
That I'll remember till the day I die 

She 
May be the reason I survive 
The why and wherefore I'm alive 
The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years 
Me 
I'll take her laughter and her tears 
And make them all my souvenirs 
For where she goes I've got to be 
The meaning of my life is 

She
She, oh she

The Seventh Sign

Jeffrey Jones: Black Rose

The earth is crumbling, the end is near
no one's listening, I'm filled with fear
hear the warning, in the prophet's word
day by day, we're destroying this world

no more water
no more blue skies
no one cares, no one tries
to save what we once had

world at war (a world at war)
rich and poor (rich and poor)
burn in hell (burn in hell)
hear dooms days bells (dooms days bells)
ringing loud (ringing loud)
I see black clouds
we are making lucifer so proud

blind leading the blind
no one sees the seventh sign
we're left behind

there's no more hope, the day has come
what we have done, can't be undone
too many years, we've lived in sin
we know for sure, the beast will win

fight fire with fire, to start to run
don't trust a liar, like we have done
we've lost the battle to the evil one

world at war (a world at war)
rich and poor (rich and poor)
burn in hell (burn in hell)
hear dooms days bells (dooms days bells)
ringing loud (ringing loud)
I see black clouds
we are making lucifer so proud

blind leading the blind
no one sees the seventh sign
we're left behind


(Y.J. Malmsteen: Seventh sign)

Death (by seduction)...

Rowland Wheelwright: The Enchanted shore

Not really my style, but I like this song:

Extreme Ways

Bourne Trilogy: Great movies, very good song!



Hymn of Pan

J.W. Waterhouse: A hamadryad


(By Percy Bysshe Shelley)

From the forests and highlands
         We come, we come;
From the river-girt islands,
         Where loud waves are dumb
                Listening my sweet pipings.
The wind in the reeds and the rushes,
         The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle bushes,
         The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass,
Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was,
                Listening my sweet pipings.

Liquid Peneus was flowing,
         And all dark Tempe lay
In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing
         The light of the dying day,
                Speeded by my sweet pipings.
The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns,
         And the Nymphs of the woods and the waves,
To the edge of the moist river-lawns,
         And the brink of the dewy caves,
And all that did then attend and follow,
Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo,
                With envy of my sweet pipings.

I sang of the dancing stars,
         I sang of the daedal Earth,
And of Heaven, and the giant wars,
         And Love, and Death, and Birth—
                And then I chang'd my pipings,
Singing how down the vale of Maenalus
         I pursu'd a maiden and clasp'd a reed.
Gods and men, we are all deluded thus!
         It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed.
All wept, as I think both ye now would,
If envy or age had not frozen your blood,
                At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.




Statue of Pan at Pegasus-inn garden


Wednesday, 27 July 2011

Love Hurts

F.W. Burton: The meeting at the turret stairs




Don't fear the night

Edward Burne Jones: Love among the ruins

(By Omen)

Through all the pain and sorrow 
You chose to stand alone 
Out in the light like the desert 
Sun you've shown 
We all make the bet 
We all try to forget 
The pain that we have shared 
But now you know: 

Now, now you know 
Now you know 
The pain will grow 

Only a fool would try what you have done 
Stood eye to eye while under the gun 
On and on you run for your life 
All of your fears are they only in your mind 

Learn to stand learn to fight 
You know the truth you've got the right 
Learn to stand learn to fight 
Speak the truth don't fear the night 

You look away but still the truth it burns 
Only a broken man he never ever learns 
As all of your dreams slowly melt away 
Once again there's nothing left to say 

Don't fear the night 
Don't fear the night 
Don't fear the night 
Don't fear the night: 

Through all the pain and sorrow 
You chose to stand alone 
Out in the light like the desert 
Sun you've shown 
We all make the bet 
We all try to forget 
The pain that we have shared 
But now you know 
Don't fear the night 
Don't fear the night 
Learn to stand and fight 
Don't fear the night

Dead Poets Society

J.W. Waterhouse: A tale from the Decameron

I Am The Autumnal Sun
(by Henry David Thoreau)

I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;
When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
When will the harvest or the hunter's moon
Turn my midnight into mid-noon?
I am all sere and yellow,
And to my core mellow.
The mast is dropping within my woods,
The winter is lurking within my moods,
And the rustling of the withered leaf
Is the constant music of my grief....

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die discover that I had not lived.” H.D. Thoreau

"Carpe Diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have. It is later than you think." Horace





Tuesday, 26 July 2011

You keep on moving....

Barry Windsor Smith: Salome

You keep on moving
Far away far away
You keep on moving
Far away far away
Everyday wheels are turning
And the cry still returning

Dawn will soon be breaking
The day has just begun

You put your arms around me
Like a circle 'round the sun
Dance across the seasons
To a place that no one knows
Where angels fear to tread




She walks in beauty...

J.W. Waterhouse: Lamia

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
(By George Gordon Lord Byron)

J.W. Waterhouse: Apollo and Daphne

Dragons and Wizards

Jeffrey Jones: Undying Wizard

Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

"Only in silence the word,
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky."

"To hear, one must be silent"

"To light a candle is to cast a shadow."

"The wise don't need to ask, the fool asks in vain."

"What good is power when you're too wise to use it?"

"I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me."

Excerpt:
But all this is hearsay; wizards will not speak of it.
The months went by, and at last on a day of spring Ged returned to the Great House, and he had no idea what would be asked of him next. At the door that gives on the path across the fields to Roke Knoll an old man met him, waiting for him in the doorway. At first Ged did not know him, and then putting his mind to it recalled him as the one who had let him into the School on the day of his coming, five years ago.
The old man smiled, greeting him by name, and asked, «Do you know who I am?»
Now Ged had thought before of how it was always said, the Nine Masters of Roke, although he knew only eight: Windkey, Hand, Herbal, Chanter, Changer, Summoner, Namer, Patterner. It seemed that people spoke of the Archmage as the ninth. Yet when a new Archmage was chosen, nine Masters met to choose him.
«I think you are the Master Doorkeeper,» said Ged.
«I am. Ged, you won entrance to Roke by saying your name. Now you may win your freedom of it by saying mine.» So said the old man smiling, and waited. Ged stood dumb.
He knew a thousand ways and crafts and means for finding out names of things and of men, of course; such craft was a part of everything he had learned at Roke, for without it there could be little useful magic done. But to find out the name of a Mage and Master was another matter. A mage's name is better hidden than a herring in the sea, better guarded than a dragon's den. A prying charm will be met with a stronger charm, subtle devices will fail, devious inquiries will be deviously thwarted, and force will be turned ruinously back upon itself.
«You keep a narrow door, Master,» said Ged at last. «I must sit out in the fields here, I think, and fast till I grow thin enough to slip through.»
«As long as you like,» said the Doorkeeper, smiling.
So Ged went off a little way and sat down under an alder on the banks of the Thwilburn, letting his otak run down to play in the stream and hunt the muddy banks for creek-crabs. The sun went down, late and bright, for spring was well along. Lights of lantern and werelight gleamed in the windows of the Great House, and down the hill the streets of Thwil town filled with darkness. Owls hooted over the roofs and bats flitted in the dusk air above the stream, and still Ged sat thinking how he might, by force, ruse, or sorcery, learn the Doorkeeper's name. The more he pondered the less he saw, among all the arts of witchcraft he had learned in these five years on Roke, any one that would serve to wrest such a secret from such a mage.
He lay down in the field and slept under the stars, with the otak nestling in his pocket. After the sun was up he went, still fasting, to the door of the House and knocked. The Doorkeeper opened.
«Master,» said Ged, «I cannot take your name from you, not being strong enough, and I cannot trick your name from you, not being wise enough. So I am content to stay here, and learn or serve, whatever you will: unless by chance you will answer a question I have.»
«Ask it.»
«What is your name?»
The Doorkeeper smiled, and said his name: and Ged, repeating it, entered for the last time into that House.


Jeffrey Jones: Dragon Slayer


Sunday, 24 July 2011

Difficult to cure...

Edward Robert Hughes: Heart of snow


Watch it through to the end....



Friday, 22 July 2011

To die of love...

Burton, William Shakespeare: The Wounded Cavalier
I reach to touch the walls around me.
The shadows of the night surround me.
Alone I face my destiny: to die of love.

They say our love has been forbidden,
But what we feel can not be hidden.
It's very possible, you see, to die of love

To die of love
How to live far forever with you,
Just to live life together with you,
That's the choice that I make
And a chance I must take.

To live, my love must find expression
And so I make my last confession:
Without you it's my destiny, to die of love.

This world of ours does not grow younger,
Some die of illness, some of hunger.
I stand before eternity, to die of love.

That's why I try to find a way now.
I only live from day to day now.
Because it's possible you see, to die of love

To die of love
How to live far forever with you,
Just to live life together with you,
That's the choice that I make
And a chance I must take.

I hear their whispers when they see us.
If all their words condemn or free us.
I wonder will they sentence me?
To die of love.



Ice Man

Epic, ass kicking, killer rif... NWOBHM at its best!


(Satan: Ice Man)

Get Carter

Thursday, 21 July 2011

Concerto De Aranjuez

Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Saint George and Princess Sabra






Mountains

Herbert Draper: Mountain mists

So tall, silent against the sky
Up through the clouds where eagles fly
Wind and rain beat down on one so strong
They cut but never change, what stood so long

Tall as a mountain, I'm gonna tear through the sky
Life's for the taking

Like a man is a mountainside
Greatness waits for those who try
None can teach you, it's all inside
Just climb

I am in the ground, I am in the air
I am all, I live in the hearts of men
I am the call to greatness
Not all can hear

I awaken the creator in those who dare
And the day will come, when we all must die
And enter the mountainside

I have no fear
Death and Glory
Both draw near

Follow me

Frederic Leighton: The Fisherman and the Syren

Follow me to a land across the shining sea

Waiting beyond the world that we have known
Beyond a world we dreamed could be
And the joy we have tasted

Follow me along the road where only love can see
Rising above the fully of the night
Into the light beyond the tears
And all the years we have wasted

Follow me to a distant land as mountain high
Where all the music that we always kept inside will fill the sky
Singing in the silence where the heart's real
While the world goes on turning, turning
Turning, follow me

Follow me to a land across the shining sea
Rising above the fully of the night
Into the light beyond the tears
And all the years we have wasted

Follow me to a distant land as mountain high
Where all the music that we always kept inside will fill the sky
Singing in the silence where the heart's real
While the world goes on turning, turning
Turning, follow me

Take my hand
And we'll find the land
Beyond the shining sea
Follow me


The Last Kiss

Francesco Hayez: The last kiss



Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Keeper of the reign (God forsakes Antony)

Barry Windsor Smith: Head of Perseus

When suddenly, at the midnight hour,
an invisible troupe is heard passing
with exquisite music, with shouts --
your fortune that fails you now, your works
that have failed, the plans of your life
that have all turned out to be illusions, do not mourn in vain.
As if long prepared, as if courageous,
bid her farewell, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Above all do not be fooled, do not tell yourself
it was a dream, that your ears deceived you;
do not stoop to such vain hopes.
As if long prepared, as if courageous,
as it becomes you who have been worthy of such a city,
approach the window with firm step,
and with emotion, but not
with the entreaties and complaints of the coward,
as a last enjoyment listen to the sounds,
the exquisite instruments of the mystical troupe,
and bid her farewell, the Alexandria you are losing.

(C. Cavafy - God forsakes Antony (1911))


(Heir Apparent - Keeper of the reign)

..And the poor shall kneel down at their Master's feet
And dedicate themselves to please...

Raging rivers run for the lucky one
For the Keeper of the Grail
And the lower men, subjects of the King
On their hands and knees remain

Raging rivers run for the honored one
For the Keeper of the Key
And the lower men, servants of the King
Live to suit their Master's greed

The Keeper of the Reign
The Keeper of the Reign
Feels no pain...

Raging rivers run for the Royal One
For the Keeper of the Crown
And the lower men soldiers of the King
To whom their lives revolve around

The Keeper of the Reign
The Keeper of the Reign
Feels no pain...

Raging river run with the blood of mad men
Battle is the Keeper's game
For the Lucky One, to him no harm comes
The Keeper never feels their pain - No Pain!

Beautiful, Healthy, Free

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July Morning in N.M.

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Rainbow Eyes





She's been gone since yesterday
Oh I didn't care
Never cared for yesterdays
Fancies in the air

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Love should be a simple blend
A whispering on the shore
No clever words you can't defend
They lead to never more

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Summer nights are colder now
They've taken down the fair
All the lights have died somehow
Or were they ever there

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes

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