[Pet Sematary]
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- Anarchitect
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Under the arc of a weather stain boards
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out the ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows
No one cares, nobody knows.I don’t want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don’t want to live my life again,
I don’t want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don’t want to live my life again.Follow victor to the sacred place
This ain’t a dream, I can’t escape
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something ain’t right.I don’t want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don’t want to live my life again,
I don’t want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don’t want to live my life again.The moon is full, the air is still,
All of the sudden I feel a chain,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
Skeletons dance, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.I don’t want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don’t want to live my life again,
I don’t want to be buried in a pet sematary
I don’t want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, no
I don’t want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, oh
I don’t want to live my life again, oh, no, no, no
I don’t want to live my life again, oh, oh
- elahon0
Gerat book.
- Anarchitect0
diamanda galas - gloomy sunday
http://www.nes.aueb.gr/~antoniad…
Sadly one Sunday
I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms
All the dream has created
I waited 'til dreams,
Like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead
And the words were unspoken
The grief that I know
Was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart
Was a bell that was tollingSaddest of Sundays
Then came a Sunday
When you came to find me
They bore me to church
And I left you behind me
My eyes could not see
What I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers
Are forever above me
The bell tolled for me
And the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved
And I'll bless you foreverLast of all Sundays
- Anarchitect0
Siouxsie And The Banshees - Israel
http://a420.v8383d.c8383.g.vm.ak…
Little orphans in the snow
With nowhere to call a home
Start their singing
Waiting through the summertime
To thaw your hearts in wintertime
That's why they're singingWaiting for a sign to turn blood into wine
The sweet taste in your mouth -- turned bitter in its glass
Israel... in Israel
Israel... in IsraelShattered fragments of the past
Meet in veins on the stained glass
Like the lifeline in your palm
Red and green reflects the scene
Of a long forgotten dream
There were princes and there were kingsNow hidden in disguise -- cheap wrappings of lies
Keep your heart alive with a song from insideEven though we're all alone
We are never on our own when we're singingThere's a man who's looking in
And he smiles a toothless grin
Because he's singing
See some people shine with glee
But their song is jealousy
Their hate is clanging -- maddening
In Israel... will they sing Happy Noel
Israel... in Israel
Israel... in Israel
In Israel will they sing Happy Noel