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Meet me after dark again and I'll hold you
I am nothing more than to see you there
And maybe tonight, we'll fly so far away
We'll be lost before the dawn ...
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less _gone_?
_All_ that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
_One_ from the pitiless wave?
Is _all_ that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allan Poe
'Twas noontide of summer,
And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.
I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold--too cold for me--
There passed, as a shroud,
A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.
Edgar Allan Poe
Midnightmare
BaT
Chupawa Witch
Dunjich
Unbroken
Snow White Queen
Gothic Girl
You can see her
Whenever it rains
From Rome to New Orleans
Dancing on the graves
Burden by the heart
She loves her sunglasses after dark
And every single day her little life falls apart
She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying
Just like a gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Darkerside jewel are your razor cuts for real - baby
You can see
She's on her road to ruin
Stigmata from crucifixion
On her pale white skin
Tribal pagan art
She loves her tattooed Egyptian mark
And every single day her love will tear us apart
She's out to look so macabre and alone
She's close to hook on her dying
Just like a gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Always so dramatic, Christ, I want you, gothic girl
Lost in the darken world
My lil' gothic girl
Darkerside jewel are your razor cuts for real - baby
The69Eyes
Marian
In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home.....
I hear you calling Marian
Across the water, across the wave
I hear you calling Marian
Can you hear me calling you to
Save me, save me, save me from the
Grave...
Marian
Marian, there's a weight above me
And the pressure is all too strong
To breathe deep
Breathe long and hard
To take the water down and go to sleep
To sink still further
Beneath the fatal wave
Marian I think I'm drowning
This sea is killing me
Was ich kann und was ich könnte
(What I can do and what I could do)
Weiss ich gar nicht mehr
(I just don't know anymore)
Gib mir wieder etwas schönes
(Give me something beautiful again)
Zieh mich aus dem Meer
(Drag me from the sea)
Ich höre dich rufen, Marian
(I hear you calling Marian)
Kannst du mich schreien hören
(Can you hear me screaming?)
Ich bin hier allein
(I am here alone)
Ich höre dich rufen, Marian
(I hear you calling Marian)
Ohne deine hilfe verliere ich mich in diesem Ort
(Without your help I am lost in this place)
The Sisters Of Mercy
§Mastam.
Mastam o drugom svijetu.Samo mojem svijetu.
Gdje je sve moguce,gdje nema ogranicenja,gdje nema boli i suza.
Osjecam se bolje.Bjezim od surove stvarnosti u neki bolji svijet.
Svijet papirnatog cvijeca,svijet u kojem ptice svojim pjevanjem uljepsavaju dan,u kojem krvavo-crvene ruze svojim opojnim mirisom relaksiraju um i tijelo.Svijet gdje lezim na polju posutim ruzinim laticama i gdje cijeli dan gledam prelijepo ljubicasto nebo kojim plove slatki uspavljujuci oblaci.Lezeci tako i lazuci sebi satima,pitam se ima li sve ovo smisla?Bjezati od stvarnosti i istine u neki drugi,nestavrni svijet punom idile?
Bjezanje iz realnosti u svijet maste kako bih zaboravila stavri koje su se dogodile,pronalazenje unutrasnjeg mira,opustanje...
Odlazim dublje...
Sanjam.Mastam.§
