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@loveremembered92
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Come into these arms again And lay your body down The rhythm of this trembling heart It’s beating like a drum
It beats for you, it bleeds for you It knows not how it sounds For it is the drum of drums It is the song of songs
Once I had the rarest rose That ever deigned to bloom Cruel winter chilled the bud And stole my flower too soon
Oh, loneliness, oh, hopelessness To search the ends of time For there is in all the world No greater love than mine
Love-o, love-o, love-o Love-o, love-o, love-o Love still falls the rain (Still falls the rain)
Love-o, love-o, love-o Love-o, love-o, love-o Love still falls the night
Love-o, love-o, love-o Love-o, love-o, love-o Love be mine forever (Be mine forever)
Love-o, love-o, love-o Love-o, love-o, love-o Love-o, love-o, love-o Love-o, love-o, love-o
Let me be the only one To keep you from the cold Now the floor of heavn is laid With stars of brightest gold
They shine for you, they shine for you They burn for all to see Come into these arms again And set this spirit free
Songwriters LENNOX, ANNIE
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Fairuza Balk in The Craft (1996)
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Christian Woman by Type O Negative
from Bloody Kisses (1993)
“Would you suffer eternally, or internally?”
Blood, milk and sky Hollow moons illuminate And beauty never dies
Happy Halloween 🎃🍁👻💀😼
Did it give you pleasure to steal my soul?
Attractive as hell
Red Right Hand | Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
I can't help but picture John C Reilly Walking in front of an Moon when listening to this
Garth Brooks - Friends In Low Places
I’ve got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away And I’ll be okay I’m not big on social graces Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis I got friends in low places
Cutie. I wanna Own Crocodiles, but I prob can't so at least I wanna Take care of Crocs and Gators
I wanna Visit a Beautiful, Ancient Cemetery
I'm in constant pain Thinking about my Dad, I miss him so fukin much 😖
Me when I Meet an Sjw
I honestly have so much Hate for this shitty generation
There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.
And there are corpses,
feet made of cold and sticky clay,
death is inside the bones,
like a barking where there are no dogs,
coming out from bells somewhere, from graves somewhere,
growing in the damp air like tears of rain.
Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.
Death arrives among all that sound
like a shoe with no foot in it, like a suit with no man in it,
comes and knocks, using a ring with no stone in it, with no finger in it,
comes and shouts with no mouth, with no tongue, with no throat.
Nevertheless its steps can be heard
and its clothing makes a hushed sound, like a tree.
I’m not sure, I understand only a little, I can hardly see,
but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets,
of violets that are at home in the earth,
because the face of death is green,
and the look death gives is green,
with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf
and the somber color of embittered winter.
But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom,
lapping the floor, looking for dead bodies,
death is inside the broom,
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses,
it is the needle of death looking for thread.
Death is inside the folding cots:
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses,
in the black blankets, and suddenly breathes out:
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets,
and the beds go sailing toward a port
where death is waiting, dressed like an admiral.
Thinking about how Its already Summer