Sopor Aeternus Lyrics
Sopor Aeternus Lyrics
"The Sleeper Lyrics"
2112 Lyrics
"I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into
"I lie awake, staring out at the bleakness of Megadon. City and sky become one, merging into a single plane, a vast sea of unbroken grey. The Twin Moons, just two pale orbs as they trace their way across the steely sky. I used to think I had a pretty good life here, just plugging into
[by Edgar Allan Poe]
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sl
If I Feel Lyrics
If I Fell If I fell in love with you Would you promise to be true And help me understand 'cause I've been in love before And I found that love was more Than just holding hands If I give my heart to you I must be sure From the very start Th
eeps!- and lo! where liesIf I Fell If I fell in love with you Would you promise to be true And help me understand 'cause I've been in love before And I found that love was more Than just holding hands If I give my heart to you I must be sure From the very start Th
Irene, with her Destinies!
O, lady bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully- so fearfully-
Above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which thy slumb'ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dream
1981 Lyrics
I could be desperate. I think I'm brave. Could stay and watch you. (repeat) You gave me nothing, an early grave. I'm vegetating. I want more, more, more. I want everything in 1981. Anywhere, any place will do. I'm leaving England. We're near the
ing here?I could be desperate. I think I'm brave. Could stay and watch you. (repeat) You gave me nothing, an early grave. I'm vegetating. I want more, more, more. I want everything in 1981. Anywhere, any place will do. I'm leaving England. We're near the
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!
The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
As it is lastin
Oops (Oh My) Lyrics
[Verse 1] Tell you what I did last night I came home, say, around a quarter to three Still so high, Hypnotized, In a trance From this body, so buttery brown and tantalizing You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt So shook I had to catch my brea
g, so be deep![Verse 1] Tell you what I did last night I came home, say, around a quarter to three Still so high, Hypnotized, In a trance From this body, so buttery brown and tantalizing You woulda thought I needed help from this feeling that I felt So shook I had to catch my brea
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.