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[Aaroneet]

*song originally done by Led Zepplin

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for


Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
And you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven

Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking

Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter

And it makes me wonder

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen

Yes there are two paths you can go by
but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

Your head is humming and it won't go in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
Woe oh oh oh oh oh
And she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed
With a word she can get what she came for


And she's buying a stairway to heaven


*Not Gothic, I know...

[Aaroneet]

Into This Void I Will Give My Self-control
Inside This Noise Is A Weak And Godless Soul

Give Me What I Know
Feel This Ego

There's A Rusty Halo On My Head
It Must Have Been Something That I Said
This Is The Dome Of My Betrayal
This Is The Final Broken Nail
Fill This Hole
Suck This Soul
I'm The Thing That I Can't Control

Press My Flesh

These Eyes Are Twitching Like A Cup Of Squirming Flies
When I'm On My Knees You Can Do Just What You Please

[Romantic Raven]

Everyone knows her, knows her name
Deadly Siren, that's her game
They want to be near her. Playing her game
Get to know her. What's her name?
She strides among us with a burning fire.
Her victims endless, piling higher
And I run along with them, the heaving mass,
Fighting anyone to get past

I want her fire, her burning fire,
Her dark caress, her red hot kiss
I want desire, her roaring fire,
From milk white breast to raven tress
I want her nights,
Morning light,
Her endless days,
Amazing grace

I'm on her trail every single day
Ahead she glides,
I stumble blindly in her way

I witnessed lovers torn by her.
Teary maidens killing her
You'll never be lovers
When she's in town
Because in her eyes,
We all drown
Broken-hearted, we leap to God,
And die like lovers everyone forgot

I tremble when she passes by,
Lord, make her mine or let me die
She looked at me.
Her eyes! Her eyes!
They drew me in.
Her sin! Her lies!

I see my final night
Glory, what a sight!
The blood, the wine, the roses
And me all snowy white

Her hands on me,
It's ecstasy,
It's heavenly,
It's God I see
I risk a kiss. One kiss
One kiss!
I knew from then
My life had died

Hold me now my father
Now my days are done
I would do it all again
Because she was the one

Torment me you fucking bastard!
I'll seek you once I rise
Look behind.
I will slay your worthless blackened soul.

[dreamydancer]

"Blind Hearts" by Clan of Xymox

How long will it take
Before you see
There is no room for you
Inside of me

Deep in our hearts
We are alone
Deep in our blind hearts
Skin and bone

In many ways
You've lost your dignity
Hey girl, give up
Your hopeless ecstasy

Deep in our hearts
We are alone
Deep in our blind hearts
Skin and bone

Kiss high heaven
Kiss one other
Kiss the earth
And kiss the sea
Everything instead of me
Everything instead of me
Kiss your precious destiny

Deep in our hearts
We are alone
Deep in our blind hearts
Skin and bone

Deep in our hearts
We only know
Deep in our blind hearts
Skin and bone

Bone of contention
We only know
Bone of convention
We only know

[Crying_Crimson_Tears]

ANGEL
Who died?

BENNY
Our Akita

ANGEL, ROGER & COLLINS
Evita

BENNY
You make fun - yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your
Stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta,
Bohemia is dead

MARK
Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes

COLLINS & ROGER
Dies irae - dies illa, Kyrie eleison
Yitgadal v'yitkadash

MARK
Here she lies, no one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we
Celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass - you bet your ass to -
La vie Boheme

ALL
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme

MARK
To days of inspiration
Playing hookey, making
Something out of nothing
The need to express-
To communicate,
To going against the grain,
Going insane, going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension,
To starving for attention,
Hating convention, hating pretension
Not to mention of course,
Hatind dear old Mom and Dad
To riding your bike,
Midday past the three-piece suits
To fruits - to no absolutes-
To Absolut - to choice-
To the Village Voice-
To any passing fad
To being an us for once ... instead of a them!!

ALL
La vie Boheme, La vie Boheme

MR. GREY
Ahhemm

MAUREEN
Hey Mister - she's my sister

WAITER
So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls

ROGER
Eww

COLLINS
It tastes the same

MIMI
If you close your eyes

WAITER
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?

ALL
Wine and beer!

MIMI & ANGEL
To hand-crafted beers
Made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildoes, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou

MAUREEN & COLLINS
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation

MARK
Mucho masturbation

MAUREEN & COLLINS
Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new

COLLINS
To Sontag

ANGEL
To Sondheim

FOUR GIRLS
To anything taboo

COLLINS & ROGER
Ginsberg, Dylan Cunnigham and Cage,

COLLINS
Lenny Bruse

ROGER
Langston Hughes

MAUREEN
To the stage

BOHEMIANS
To Uta. To Buddha. Pablo Neruda, too.

MARK & MIMI
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em

ALL
La vie Boheme

MR. GREY
Sisters?

MAUREEN & JOANNE
We're close

ANGELS & COLLINS
Brothers!

MARK, ANGEL & MIMI
Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens,
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men,
Pee Wee Herman
German wine, turpetine, Gertrude Stein
Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
Carmina Burana

ALL
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy
Vaclav Havel - The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame - never playing the Fame Game

COLLINS
To marijuana

ALL
To sodomy, it's between God and me
To S & M

BENNY
Waiter ... Waiter ... Waiter ....... Waiter!

ALL
La vie Boheme

COLLINS
In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon
will commence immediately following dinner ...
Maureen Johnson, just
back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot,
will perform Native American tribal chants
backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello -
which she ain't never studied.

ROGER
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability
to hold an erection on the high holy days.

MARK
And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap,
will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea
being stirred.
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song.
That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz!"

COLLINS
Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions
from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub.

ANGEL
And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist -
including the tale of the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T.
virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words

ALL
"Actual reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS"

MIMI
Excuse me - did I do something wrong?
I get invited - then ignored all night long

ROGER
I've been trying - I'm not lying
No one's perfect. I've got baggage

MIMI
Life's too short, babe, time is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine

ROGER
I should tell you

MIMI
I got baggage too

ROGER
I should tell you

ROGER & MIMI
Baggage

ALL
Wine and beer!

MIMI
AZT break

ROGER
You?

MIMI
Me. You?

ROGER
Mimi

[Methadrine]

"New Dawn Fades" with Joy Division

A change of speed, a change of style.
A change of scene, with no regrets,
A chance to watch, admire the distance,
Still occupied, though you forget.
Different colours, different shades,
Over each mistakes were made.
I took the blame.
Directionless so plain to see,
A loaded gun wont set you free.
So you say.

Well share a drink and step outside,
An angry voice and one who cried,
well give you everything and more,
The strains too much, cant take much more.
Oh, Ive walked on water, run through fire,
Cant seem to feel it anymore.
It was me, waiting for me,
Hoping for something more,
Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else.

[Aaroneet]

"Loneliness is to live in a world with no one there
You fall on your knees in prayer, asking God for rescue
No one there, I shall die as my years drag by
Oh why? why me Lord? "

I hear the ratters of tatters of home
Kick over the buckets of the wells run dry
I can't see but I don't care
Nothing is the best gift you can find

Peru Resh

On my past suffering, the voices at last smothering
To hell with your excuses, what do you know of desperation
You people never feel the pain, of dark eyed angels in a desperate hell

I hear the ratters of tatters of home
Thrown over the edge, my eyes are dry
I sit in the darkness of my own device
And search my soul for a paradise

Peru Resh

Eat my flesh and drink my blood
Tomorrow I'll be crucified
Eat my flesh and drink my blood
Tomorrow I'll cry
Tomorrow I'll die

lyrics by Christian Death

[Aaroneet]

ROMEO'S DISTRESS (Rozz / Rikk)

Burning crosses
on a ******'s lawn
burning dollars
what's a house without a home?
dance in your white sheet glory
dance in your passion
talk about sugar on the six fingered beast
conversation about the holes in your hands
walk through the garden
of men's desires
conversation about
the kingdom of fire
What's that moving in the basement?
What's that moving in the attic
Who's that walking in the shadow
Who's that walking in the streets

(chorus)
Kiss on my hand
After dark
hand for a kiss
a dark inside my hand
Kiss on my hand
After dark
Kiss on my hand

Romance in sequence
Harmful to the blind
Burning hearts
through the top of your skull
Dance in your white sheet glory
Dance in your passion
your days are numbered
with creations in your pocket
Your days are numbered with the love in your eyes
Love?


lyrics by Christian Death
What's that moving in the basement?
What's that moving in the attic?
Who's that lying on the altar?
Who's that lying in the streets?

(chorus)

Pull down the Sheets
Take off your clothes
Get out of bed
I'm so tired

[PoetofBlood]

Well I tripped, I fell down naked
I scratched my knees, they bled
Sew up my eyes, need no more
In our game there is no score
Forgive me father, why should you bother?
Try honesty, Try honestly
Hop in your dumptruck, reverse for good luck
Right over me, Right over me
Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls
Die tragedy, Die tragedy
Call me a cheapskate, come on for pete's sake
Cry Agony, Cry agony
I'm insane, it's your fault, so sly
Your well of lies ran dry
And i cut the cord, free fall
From so high we seem so small'
Forgive me father, why should you bother?
Try honesty, Try honestly
Hop in your dumptruck, reverse for good luck
Right over me, Right over me
Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls
Die tragedy, Die tragedy
Call me a cheapskate, come on for pete's sake
Cry Agony, Cry Agony
I talk to you
I'm insane, it's your fault
Try
I'm insane, it's your fault
Cry
I'm insane, it's your fault
Cry
Forgive me father, why should you bother now?
Forgive me father, why should you bother now?
Forgive me father, why should you bother?
Try honesty, Try honestly
Hop in your dumptruck, reverse for good luck
Right over me, Right over me
Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls
Die tragedy, Die Tragedy
Call me a cheapskate, come on for pete's sake
Cry Agony, Cry Agony
Cry Agony, Cry Agony
Try Honesty, Try Honestly
Cry Agony, Cry Agony

[Underwater Ophelia]

Those seem kinda neat. Psst. Intro thread. Psst. Answer the questions.

[dreamydancer]

Oh god its another night
And your head is feeling
Like a lump of lead
You should never have drunk
Those party-fours
You should of been home being good instead
Ever been in a deja vue
and the end is the same again
You ran out of your silver thins
And you're trying to be so high class
Though you need a bath and your hair's looking like string
And though you're nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinks
And you tell them 'Oh its nothing
There's a million where those come from'
And then you whisper to your longest-suffering friend
'Please lend me a few quid'
Oh god it's another day
And your stomach's feeling
Like a blown-up balloon
You should never have eaten that greasy food
The doctor told you that chile was bad for your blood
And you're standing at the chemist in Boots
Coughing up your guts like you're at deaths door
All this for a packet of Do-Do's
And the assistant gives you a wink and you turn bright red
It's at time like this that you wish you were dead
And you take the whole packet and you feel like you've drunk
A bottle of bleach
And you tell yourself 'Never, never again
Well, not until next week anyway'
And you were never one for holding drink
And you stagger off to the toilet
And you throw up like it was Christmas
And you miss the bowl and you hit your shoes
And there's no paper towels
Now what else can go wrong for you
It's a choice between a cab fare home
And a packet of cigarettes
So you choose and the money sticks
In the machine and the manager says
'Tough shit - drink up and leave'
Oh god it's another disease
And you just got rid of the last
You were beginning to feel OK
And the friends you gave it to
Were speaking to you again.
And you find yourself having sex
In the back of a car
And the girl underneath
Doesn't care who you are
And you're nearly there
And she still doesn't care
And her chewing gum
Is getting stuck in your hair
And there's something wrong
Something that you forgot
Oh Shit, you've forgotten the rubber
And you don't want a kid
Well, deny it was you
If your dad finds out
Then he'll make you stay in
And do your homework
And cut your hair
And wear your school uniform
Out in the street
Oh what a fate worse than death
Oh well he can't hit you
You can hit him back
And play your records so loud
All the ones that he especially hates
Deep Purple in Rock, Led Zeppelin II
Well even you hate those
Well on second thoughts
I think I'll leave home
And go and live in America
Because they earn more money there
And they can get away with murder - Yeah!
Oh this is a Mugs game
I can't wait until I'm twenty one
And I can tell them all to sod off.

[Minyaliel]

I love this song (and am listening to it as I write this):

Rock & roll suicide (David Bowie'

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh how how how, youre a rock n roll suicide

Youre too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you dont eat when youve lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, youre a rock n roll suicide

Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead so you hurry home
Dont let the sun blast your shadow
Dont let the milk float ride your mind
Youre so natural - religiously unkind

Oh no love! youre not alone
Youre watching yourself but youre too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only
Make you care
Oh no love! youre not alone
No matter what or who youve been
No matter when or where youve seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
Ive had my share, Ill help you with the pain
Youre not alone

Just turn on with me and youre not alone
Lets turn on with me and youre not alone (wonderful)
Lets turn on and be not alone (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause youre wonderful (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause youre wonderful (wonderful)
Oh gimme your hands.

[She_Is_My_Sin]

Quite possibly my favourite Patrick Wolf song ever.


Ghost Song -Patrick Wolf

While I'm asleep
My spirit crawls out
Of my belly button
And goes down to the sea

To gather the wind
The wires and the shore
To wander the hills
Like a day gone before

When beauty was in season
Oh! Beauty in season!
Endangered by reason
Great love with no law

Today I woke
And my spirit was gone
Still on the shore
Where he truly belongs

So I call
For him
Across
The wind
And
Rain

To come and bring beauty
Back in season
Oh! Beauty in season!
I'm in danger of reason
Losing love to this law

To this....

[HumanePain]

From Anywhere out of the World:

We scaled the face of reason
To find at least one sign
That could reveal the true dimensions
Of life lest we forget

And maybe its easier to withdraw from life
With all of its misery and wretched lies
Away from harm

We lay by cool still waters
And gazed into the sun
And like the moths great imperfection
Succumbed to her fatal charm

Any maybe its me who dreams unrequited love
The victim of fools who watch and stand in line
Away from harm

In our vain pursuit of life for ones own end
Will this crooked path ever cease to end?

[Crying_Crimson_Tears]

Watchin' the sun come up
Like I've never seen it before
I've been gone for a long time
There's no place to hide anymore
I feel the light on my face
Touchin' me down to my soul
Waking up from a bad dream
Something I had to let go
Can't blame anyone
For all of the damage I've done
I had to face myself
Before I'd fall down
I found I could turn around

Chorus:

Walkin' away from the edge
While I can still live to tell
Coming back from the dead
On the road between heaven and hell
Freedom comes day by day
Till the demons are out of my head
Walkin' away from the edge...
Walkin' away from the edge ...

You don't know how lost you are
Till you're spinning out of control
Before you know it you've gone too far
Left the rest of the world far below
Friends are gone one by one
I'd pretend I'm alright on my own
My disguise just starts wearin' thin
Until all I've become is alone
I reached out to anyone
Who would tell me what I'd want to hear
But I'm the one who could save myself
I couldn't look down
I turned around
Before it was too late

Repeat Chorus

[Haunted House]

"Media Person" by Rudimentary Peni

Green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
'Though you know you're in the red dread
Red dread red dread red dread red dread red dread red

I'm your media friend
Transparent so close friend

Are you green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
'Though you know you're in the red dread
Red dread red dread red

I'm your media friend
Around the clock religion

Green to feel blue?
Is your vision purely golden?
Is your humour black or olden?
Do you find you're getting yellow?
'Though you know you're in the red dread
Red dread red dread red dread red dread red dread red

I'm your media friend
With you to the rainbow end
Green to feel blue


^^ Thier singer was institutionalized for having Schizoaffective disorder. Crazy people write the best stuff.

[Aaroneet]

Someone take these dreams away,
That point me to another day,
A duel of personalities,
That stretch all true realities.

That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me.

Where figures from the past stand tall,
And mocking voices ring the halls.
Imperialistic house of prayer,
Conquistadors who took their share.

That keep calling me,
They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me.

Calling me, calling me, calling me, calling me.

They keep calling me,
Keep on calling me,
They keep calling me,
They keep calling me.

[She_Is_My_Sin]

Patrick Wolf - To The Lighthouse

The day our house collapsed
I went down stream.
I followed the swans
Like i follow my dreams.

oh! I was living on borrowed time in a
borrowed house for a borrowed crime.
in need of help i came to your door.
saw the spike of the railings from
the 28/3rd floor.
singing
"build your castle, stop collecting stones
and the river bed shall not be yoru home"

To the lighthouse my friend!
I bless your words and education
To the lighthouse my friend.
just go! just go!
To the lighthouse my friend.
I am sorry that you came to find
"great great minds
against themselvesconspire'

now the bombs drop around our feet,
do we throw them back
or bow and greet them.
everyone now, is so terrifyed
of the glowing dark
and those orange skies.

singing:
'build your castle, stop throwing stones
cos' those fire birds are
coming down on our homes"

To the lighthouse my friends
it cannot even be a question
To the lighthouse my friends
we must go, we must go

[Lapin]

Right now, I'm in love with the chorus of the song "Run" by Snow Patrol:

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Only for sure

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, Louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why can't you raise your voice to say

Slower, slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

And this song, "Until I Get Over You" by M. Branch (It will not let me write her name). It has brought me a great deal of comfort in the past two weeks.

Everytime I feel alone
I can blame it on you
And I do, oh

You got me like a loaded gun
Golden sun and sky so blue
We both know that we want it
But we both know you left me no choice

[Chorus:]
(Chaque fois que tu ton va )
You just bring me down
(Je prétends que tu fais bien)
So I'm counting the tears 'til I get over you

Sometimes I watch the world go by
I wonder what it's like
To wake up every single day
Smile on your face
You never tried
We both know we can't change it
But we both know we'll just have to face it

[Chorus]


If only I could give you up
But would I want to let you off of this soapbox baby?
We both know that we want it
But we both know you left me no choice

[Chorus]

We both know that I'm not over you
I'm not over you

[maggot]

"Who Writes Your Rules (For Rebellion)" - Lower Class Brats

They come in droves trying to look mean
Fake blue dreads & They're wearing baggy jeans
They think they're cool they think they're tough
But we know better they're just pups

[Chorus:]
Who writes your rules for rebellion
You'll buy anything they're sellin'
Who writes your rules, who writes your rules
Who writes your rules for rebellion

Standing on the streets beggin' for my loot
I won't give you nothing except for my boot
Your scream "Fuck the System" but you're the systems tool
Look at yourself man your looking at a fool

You're trendy fucks your hippies with spikes
Your everything I hate & your nothing I like
You know everything and your only sixteen
You claim to be punks but you don't support the scene





PWN'D!!


It just struck me that this is the best song-flame evar.


Especially the hippie part.

[Aaroneet]

Call it new technology
And they use it to burn
And they show no concern
Work for their prosperity
While the big wheels turn
Now it's too late to learn
Don't upset the teacher
Though we know he lied to you
Don't upset the preacher
Gonna close his eyes for you
And it's a shame
That you're so afraid
Just a worker waiting
In the pouring rain
Putting back the pieces
Of a broken dream
Father worked in industry
Now the work has moved on
And the factories gone
See them sell your history
Where once you were strong
And you used to belong
There was once a future
For a working man
There was once a lifetime
For a skilful hand
Yesterday
Don't upset the teacher
Though we know he lied to you
Don't upset the preacher
Gonna close his eyes for you
Tempers fray so easily
In desperate despair
Is there anyone that cares
Just another tragedy
Just a personal affair
In a room somewhere
There was once a future
For a working man
There was once a lifetime
For a skilful hand
Yesterday

[KlaudiaGaya]

Ever
There's oceans between us
Take to the sea, take to the sea
There's heaven before us
Float on the waves, float on the waves

Pale moon lay belief on me,
Mother come give me birth
You give me heaven,
And I'll promise you the earth

Heaven
Lays on your pillow,
Sleep in your eyes, sleep in your eyes
Lays in the waiting
Steal every moment, hold every breath

Gentle heart beat as one,
Dream for the beauty of birth
You give me heaven
And I'll promise you the earth

I'll die for you, if the time ever came,
I'll kill for you and shoulder the blame,
I'd cry for you and never feel shame,
For the child is within you,
For the child is within

Precious
I want the earth for you
Precious
I hold out my hands to touch the sky
And only the pure go to heaven
Suffer the child unto you
Forever more
Heaven on earth

Bless me my goddess of love
For all your blessing is worth
You give me heaven and I promise you the earth
I pray for the second coming
Worship you for the first
You give me heaven and I give you the earth
You give me heaven and I give you the earth
You gave me heaven and I give you the earth


Amazing song from the "Children" album...

[Aaroneet]

This is a funeral for us all, emptiness
There is no love, it's imaginary loneliness
To clutch at the hands that feed
Ooooh - let it bleed

Yes, she kills with words
Her looks alone won't sway
Gives no love it's imaginary
Always this way

Onward with the same mistakes
Savor the pain
Hold me again, I won't delude you
Am I wrong - am I wrong
to say that I belong to you?

Clutching at the hands that plead
Let it be
Concealed in wraps
The odors appeal to me

To touch, rejoice
This is ecstacy
Hold me again
I won't delude you
Am I wrong, am I wrong
To say that I belong to you
To you

This is a funeral for broken down loneliness
This is a funeral for us all this is emptiness
This is emptiness, emptiness
This is emptiness
This is the funeral

[Crying_Crimson_Tears]

Joanne:
The samples won't delay
But the cable --

Mark:
There's another way
Say something -- anything

Joanne:
Test -- one, two three --

Mark:
Anything but that

Joanne:
This is weird

Mark:
It's weird

Joanne:
Very weird

Mark:
Fuckin' weird

Joanne:
I'm so mad
That I don't know what to do
Fighting with microphones
Freezing down to my bones
And to top it all off
I'm with you

Mark:
Feel like going insane?
Got a fire in your brain?
And you're thinking of drinking gasoline?

Joanne:
As a matter of fact --

Mark:
Honey, I know this act
It's called the 'Tango Maureen'
The Tango Maureen
It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round
As she keeps you dangling

Joanne:
You're wrong

Mark:
Your heart she is mangling

Joanne:
It's different with me

Mark:
And you toss and you turn
'Cause her cold eyes can burn
Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound

Joanne:
I think I know what you mean

Both:
The Tango Maureen

Mark:
Has she ever pouted her lips
And called you 'Pookie'

Joanne:
Never!

Mark:
Have you ever doubted a kiss or two?

Joanne:
This is ... spooky
Did you swoon when she walked through the door?

Mark:
Every time -- so be cautious

Joanne:
Did she moon over other boys --?

Mark:
More than moon --

Joanne:
I'm getting nauseous
(They begin to dance, with Mark leading)

Mark:
Where'd you learn to tango?

Joanne:
With the French Ambassador's daughter in her dorm room at Miss Porter's. And you?

Mark:
With Nanette Himmelfarb, the Rabbi's daughter at the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center.

(They switch, and Joanne leads)

It's hard to do this backwards.

Joanne:
You should try it in heels!
She cheated

Mark:
She cheated

Joanne:
Maureen cheated

Mark:
Fuckin' cheated

Joanne:
I'm defeated
I should give up right now

Mark:
Gotta look on the bright side
With all of your might

Joanne:
I'd fall for her still anyhow

Both:
When you're dancing her dance
You don't stand a chance
Her grip of romance
Makes you fall

Mark:
So you think, "Might as well'

Joanne:
"Dance a tango to hell"

Both:
"At least I'll have tangoed at all"
The Tango Maureen
Gotta dance till your diva is through
You pretend to believe her
Cause in the end -- you can't leave her
But the end it will come
Still you have to play dumb
Till you're glum and you bum
And turn blue

Mark:
Why do we love when she's mean?

Joanne:
And she can be so obscene

Mark:
Try the mike

Joanne:
My Maureen (reverb: een, een, een..)

Mark:
Patched

Joanne:
Thanks

Mark:
You know -- I feel great now!

Joanne:
I feel lousy

(The pay phone rings. Joanne answers)
Honey, we're... (pause) Pookie?!
You never call me Pookie...
Forget it, we're patched.

(She hangs up, looks at MARK)

Both:
The Tango Maureen!

[Vyvian Blackthorne]

Good goth...Well, as cliche as some of you may think, my favourite still remains Romeo's Distress by Christian Death.

Burning crosses on the ******'s lawn
Burning Dollars
What's a house without a home?
Dance in your white sheet glory
Dance in your passion
Talk about sugar and six figured beast
Conversations about the hole in your hand
Walk through the garden of mens' desires
Conversations about the Kingdom of fire (repeat)
What's that moving in the basment?
What's that moving in the attic?
Who's that walking in the shadows?
Who's that walking in the streets

Kiss on my hand
After Dark
Hand for a kiss
After Dark
Kiss on my hand (repeat)

Romance sequence
Harmful to the blind
Burning hearts
Through the top of your skull
Dance in your white sheet glory
Dance in your passion
Your days are numbered
With the love in your eyes
Love?
Pull down the sheets
Take off your clothes
Get out of bed,
I'm so tired

Goth Forever
Goth Forever
Goth Forever