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Apr
24

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We’d roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?

I hated you, I loved you, too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I’m coming back, love
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream
My only master

Too long I roam in the night
I’m coming back to his side, to put it right
I’m coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Ooh, let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
Ooh, let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
You know it’s me, Cathy

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold

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Mar
04

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us-if at all-not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer-

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Feb
18

Feb
14

Jan
27

Whispered something in your ear
It was a perverted thing to say
But I said it anyway
Made you smile & look away

Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby
As long as you’re with me you’ll be just fine
Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby
Nothing’s gonna take you from my side

When we dance in my living room
To that silly ’90s R&B
When we have a drink or three
Always ends in a hazy shower scene

When we’re laughing in the microphone & singing
With our sunglasses on to our favorite songs

Dec
31

I have heard the news from Spain
Now you say you’ve mamy things yet to be learning
And you don’t know if or when you’ll be returning
It depends on how
Everything works out
If it can somehow
In Carvajal

And I have heard the news from Spain
Now you’ve found someone you don’t have to be tied to
And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you
As the simple wine
Of the flow of time
Pulled us out of rhyme
In Carvajal

Into a taxi and down to the airport
In only the clothes I was standing in
A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport
The money we saved in the biscuit tin
Running afraid to a strange Spanish town
Searching the sands and the shoreline…

And I have heard the news from Spain
Now the Winter winds possess the Southern reaches
And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches
And the crowds have gone
And I’ve left my song
To be killed alone
In CarvajalIn Carvajal
In Carvajal

Nov
09

Oct
04

Sep
19

In the streets where you have grown
someone robbed you of a precious thing you owned
and left you there, breathing still
tell me Jane, what did you see?
you were busking underneath a yellow tree
hopeless smile, lonesome tears
darker times were out of reach
now they’ve found us with a nightmarish twist
don’t be scared
in my dreams I try to hide
from a monster bereft of any pride
is it me?
is it you?

and all those loco people making up a sad refrain
they have to sing it slowly, in keeping with their empty heads
so prematurely, we forget the things that matter the most
tell me child, what do you seek?
have you found the yellow purple willow tree?
easy now
those crowded streets, like buzzing flies
you set the tone gazing at the velvet skies
haunted rhymes, long goodbyes

all those lonesome people making up a sad refrain
they have to sing it quietly, in keeping with their empty heads
and you come shouting loudly, creeping down this empty road
“I am left with nothing, but I shall try to save my soul”

and all those loco people making up a sad refrain
they have to sing it slowly, in keeping with their empty heads
so prematurely, we disguise ourselves as faceless, silent lambs

Aug
08

In the tower, the lover sighs
“Good sir knight, please take my eyes — I’ve used them”
“Doctor, Doctor, I’m on fire!”
“Oh, I’m sad to hear that, squire — we’re closing”
She snuffs you out like silk
And pours you out like milk
But just before the dawn appears, stealing all the blue away
And just before all your perspectives change
Isn’t it strange?

On the black Fellini sails
Tattered rags that hangs on nails reminds me
You, the mistress of your chair
I, the sergeant of your hair — you blind me
You turn me on like light
A silver liquid light
That emanates inside of you, decorates the room around you
Just before the curtains part for dawn
And everything’s gone

She had one long pair of eyes
She had one long pair of eyes between her
One long pair or eyes
So she could see you

Oh.

On the lone Norwegian shore
Lovers weep for evermore in evening
With the clouds above their heads
Go back to their lonesome beds and leave them
She falls on you like rain
When will she fall again?
Oh just before the dawn appears, draining all the blue away
And just before all your perspectives change
Isn’t that strange?

She had one long pair of eyes
She had one long pair of eyes between her
One long pair of eyes
She had one long pair of eyes between her
One long pair of eyes
Oh, she had one long pair of eyes between her
One long pair of eyes
So she could see you

Oh, oh, oh, oh.