we run lil its gone
etles flews du mal
won't let you be
les flews du mal
un amour fatal
you hold the key
to an open door
will fever be free?
all my life i'va been waiting of pain
in this perfume of pain
to forget i needed more
of loves endless refrain
what is done will
return again
will fever be free
GIVE ME THE CHILD
THROUGH DANGERS UNTOLD AND HARDSHIPS UNMUBERED
I FOUGHT MY WAY TO THE CASTLE
BEYOND THE GOBLIN CITY
TO TAKE BACK THE CHILD
THAT YOU HAVE STOLE
FOR MY WILL
IS AS STRONG AS YOU'RS
YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME
Everything is grey---eexcept the green grass, which seemss like emerald amongst it; grey earthy rock; grey clouds, tinged with the sunburst at the far edge, hang over the gray sae, into which the sand-points stretch like grey fingers. the sea is tumbling in over the shallows and the sandy flats with a raor, muffled in the sea - mists drifting inland. the horizon is lost in grey mist.
THOUGH NOT HERE, I AM HERE IN THE HEARTS
OF ALL THAT KNOW ME. BUT SOON I WILL BE HERE TO STAY,
AND NOT ONLY WILL I BE HERE IN SPIRIT BUT IN BODY AS WELL.
ONE, TWO FREDDYS COMING FOR YOU.
THREE,FOUF,BETTER LOCK YOU DOOR.
FIVE ,SIX GEB A CRUCIFIX.
SEVEN,EIGHT,GONNE SAT UP LATE.
NINE TEN,NEVER SLEEP AGAIN.
fifteen man on a dead men chest
yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
drink and devil had done for the rest
yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
the mate was fised by the bosun's pike
the bosun brained with a marlingespike
and cookeys throat was mark belike
it had been gripped by fingers ten;
and there lay, all good dead men
like breal o'day in a boozing ken
yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
fifteen men on a dead mens chest
yo ho and a bottle of rum!
dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
yo oh and a bottle of rum!
the skipper lay with his nob in gore
where the scullion's ax his cheek had shore
and the sullion he was stabbed times four
and there they lay , and the soggy skies
dripped down in up-staring eyes
in murk sunset and foul sunrise
yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
fifteen men of'em stiff and stark
yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
ten of the crewhad murder mark!
yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
or a yawing hole in a battered head
and the scuppers glut with a rotting red
and there they lay. aye' damn my eyes
looking up at paradise
all suls bound just contrawise
yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
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