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    Default Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Weeping Song

    Go son, go down to the water
    And see the women weeping there
    Then go up into the mountains
    The men, they are weeping too

    Father, why are all the women weeping?
    They are weeping for their men.
    Then why are all the men there weeping?
    They are weeping back at them.

    This is a weeping song
    A song in which to weep
    While all the men and women sleep
    This is a weeping song
    But I won't be weeping long

    Father, why are all the children weeping?
    They are merely crying, son.
    O, are they merely crying, father?
    Yes, true weeping is yet to come.

    This is a weeping song
    A song in which to weep
    While all the little children sleep
    This is a weeping song
    But I won't be weeping long

    O father, tell me, are you weeping?
    Your face seems wet to touch
    O then I'm so sorry, father
    I never thought I hurt you so much

    This is a weeping song
    A song in which to weep
    While we rock ourselves to sleep
    This is a weeping song
    But I won't be weeping long

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    Settle down
    This won’t last long
    I’ve been out
    And I want back in
    So why not completely fade away

    When my bones begin to break
    And my head begins to shake
    It’s my own blood

    When my house becomes a cage
    And the neighbours turn away
    It’s my own blood

    Settle down
    This won’t last long
    I’ve been out
    And I want back in
    So why not completely fade away

    “Where the butcher’s hand is home”
    Laughs the blade above the throne
    “It’s my own blood”

    “Oh, this apple makes me sick”
    Cries the pig upon his stick
    “It’s my own blood”

    And I can’t forget the taste
    Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue
    And I can’t forget the taste
    Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue

    And If I had a heart
    I’d waste it on you
    But it’s all together far too long
    Since I took you down

    Settle down
    This won’t last long
    I’ve been out
    And I want back in
    So why not completely fade away

    When we’ve licked all of the lips
    And the salt-stained fingertips
    It’s our own blood

    When our lambs and lions made
    Debts no righteous man can pay
    It’s our own blood

    And I can’t forget the taste
    Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue
    And I can’t forget the taste
    Can’t forget the taste of my own tongue

    Baroness, Eula
    "Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra to all low places; and this counsel counselleth he to his enemies, and to whatever spitteth and speweth: "Take care not to spit against the wind!"―Nietzsche

    "The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools." ―Thucydides

    "Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats." -Mencken



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    Just wanted you to know!

    Oh my God, I feel it in the air
    Telephone wires above
    Are sizzlin' like a snare
    Honey I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
    Nothin' scares me anymore

    Kiss me hard before you go
    Summertime sadness
    I just wanted you to know
    That baby, you're the best

    "You have 30 minutes!" They said... I didn't believe them, but orders, and I had to save them...

    I said "Lol fuck YOU guys" "IT HURTS!!"

    You were crying..and you didn't ...my male voice makes you cry.
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    Amber casts infinity of shadows, and my Avalon had cast many of its own, because of my presence there. I might be known on many earths that I had never trod, for shadows of myself had walked them, mimicking imperfectly my deeds and my thoughts. -Carl Corey(Corwin)CC


    Merlin has a very different personality than his father and, oddly enough considering his upbringing, considers himself to be a "regular guy". He lacks both the ruthlessness and the crudity of Prince Corwin, and seems to be almost allergic to ambition, a rare trait considering his parentage. Merlin has dark hair and light eyes. His colours are purple and gray, although he also uses the blue and gold colours of Berkeley, where he studied Computer Science on Shadow Earth.

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    My spine is twisted for revenge
    cut right through the artery
    smiling like a hero sent from hell
    and he said: boys and girls you've come to watch the end
    You will burn in hell for this
    I will ride a bullet through your head

    Sorry for the first love
    Sorry is my last word
    They're screaming inside
    Thank you for the best time
    Terrified we'll all die
    We're going to rise up above.

    The lantern flickers by his head
    sending all the force of life
    shooting through his eyes and through his brain
    and she said: he can smile but can he form a plan?
    Will it take an army force, to bring him to
    his knees and to his end

    You will burn in hell for this
    You will burn in hell for this

    Kyte, Ihnfsa
    "Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra to all low places; and this counsel counselleth he to his enemies, and to whatever spitteth and speweth: "Take care not to spit against the wind!"―Nietzsche

    "The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools." ―Thucydides

    "Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats." -Mencken



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    Lead to the river
    Midsummer, I waved
    A 'V' of black swans
    On with hope to the grave
    All through Red September
    With skies fire-paved
    I begged you appear
    Like a thorn for the holy ones

    Cold was my soul
    Untold was the pain
    I faced when you left me
    A rose in the rain
    So I swore to thy razor
    That never, enchained
    Would your dark nails of faith
    Be pushed through my veins again

    Bared on your tomb
    I am a prayer for your loneliness
    And would you ever soon
    Come above unto me?
    For once upon a time
    From the binds of your lowliness
    I could always find
    The right slot for your sacred key

    Six feet deep is the incision
    In my heart, that barless prison
    Discolours all with tunnel vision
    Sunsetter
    Nymphetamine
    Sick and weak from my condition
    This lust, a vampyric addiction
    To her alone in full submission
    None better
    Nymphetamine

    Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
    Nymphetamine girl
    Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
    My nymphetamine girl

    Wracked with your charm
    I am circled like prey
    Back in the forest
    Where whispers persuade
    More sugar trails
    More white lady laid
    Than pillars of salt
    (Keeping Sodom at night at bay)

    Fold to my arms
    Hold their mesmeric sway
    And dance out to the moon
    As we did in those golden days

    Christening stars
    I remember the way
    We were needle and spoon
    Mislaid in the burning hay

    Bared on your tomb
    I am a prayer for your loneliness
    And would you ever soon
    Come above unto me?
    For once upon a time
    From the binds of your holiness
    I could always find
    The right slot for your sacred key

    Six feet deep is the incision
    In my heart, that barless prison
    Discolours all with tunnel vision
    Sunsetter
    Nymphetamine
    Sick and weak from my condition
    This lust, a vampyric addiction
    To her alone in full submission
    None better
    Nymphetamine

    Sunsetter
    Nymphetamine
    None better
    Nymphetamine

    Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
    Nymphetamine girl
    Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
    My nymphetamine girl

    Cradle of Filth, Nymphetamine
    "Verily, a strong wind is Zarathustra to all low places; and this counsel counselleth he to his enemies, and to whatever spitteth and speweth: "Take care not to spit against the wind!"―Nietzsche

    "The society that separates its scholars from its warriors will have its thinking done by cowards and its fighting by fools." ―Thucydides

    "Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats." -Mencken



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