.: I go boo - Make them shoo - I make fun - Way they ...

.: I go boo - Make them shoo - I make fun - Way they ...: Happy memories of the past, Happy memory of five Franciscan nuns Exiles by the Falck Laws Downed between midnight and the morning. Fiv...

I go boo - Make them shoo - I make fun - Way they run - I won't cry - So they fly - I just smile - They go wild - Life doesn't frighten me at all - - - But this do:

Happy memories of the past,
Happy memory of five Franciscan nuns
Exiles by the Falck Laws
Downed between midnight and the morning.

Five !
The finding and sake
And cipher of suffering Christ.
Mark,
The mark is of man's make
And the sword of it Sacrificed.
But he scores it in scarlet himself on his own bespoken,
Before-time-taken,
?'

We are the...

.: Memory of Cotton rows crisscross the world - and d...

.: Memory of Cotton rows crisscross the world - and d...: Sugar cane reach up to God And every baby crying Shame the blanket of my night, night, night, And all my days are dying...

Memory of Cotton rows crisscross the world - and dead-tired nights of yearning - thunderbolts on leather strops - and all my body burning.

Sugar cane reach up to God
And every baby crying
Shame the blanket of my night, night, night,
And all my days are dying...

.: A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the...

.: A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the...: Ring the big bells, cook the cow, put on your silver locket. The landlord is knocking at the door and I've got the rent in my pocket. H...

A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. - But I, know, reft of that confusion, am lifted up and speeding towards the light...

Ring the big bells,
cook the cow,
put on your silver locket.
The landlord is knocking at the door
and I've got the rent in my pocket.
How is empty... I think...

Douse the lights,
Hold your breath,
take my heart in your hand.
Don't pay...
I lost my job two weeks ago
and rent day's here again.
No job... No money... No pay...

.: Lesson...

.: Lesson...: I keep on dying again or... Veins collapse, opening like the Small fist of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs, Rotting flesh and w...

Lesson...

I keep on dying again or...
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fist of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

.: We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drap...

.: We are na fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drap...: Fare-the-weel, thou first and fairest! Fare-the-weel, thou best and dearest! Thine be ilka, joy and treasure, Peace, enjoyment, Lowe and...

.: Jeg følger den hvite stjernes vei fra det siste sk...

.: Jeg følger den hvite stjernes vei fra det siste sk...: Is it so small a thing To have enjoyed the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have loved, to have thought, to have done. The...