Bryan Ferry - A hard rain's a-gonna fall. (It's Bob Dylan lyrics actually). Oh where have you been, my blue eyed son? Where have you been, my darling young one? I´ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains Walked and i´ve crawled on six crooked highways Stepped in the middle of seven sad forests Been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I´ve been ten thousand miles in mouth of a graveyard And it´s a hard rain´s a-gonna fall And what did you see, my blue eyed son? What did you see, my darling young one? I saw a new-born baby with wild wolves around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin´ I saw a room full of men with their hammers a bleedin´ A white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children And it´s a hard rain´s a-gonna fall And what did you hear, my blue eyed son? What did you hear, my darling young one I heard the sound of thunder that roared out a warning Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a blazin´ Heard ten thousand whisperin´ and nobody listenin´ Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin´ Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley And it´s a hard rain´s a-gonna fall Oh who you did meet, my blue eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman whose body was burning A young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love Another man who was wounded with hatred And it´s a hard rain´s a-gonna fall Oh what'll you do now, my blue eyed son? What'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm goin´ back out ´fore the rain starts a-fallin´ Walk throught the depths of the deepest black forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the executioners face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where black is the colour, and none is the number And i´ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it And reflect it from the mountains so all souls can see it Then i´ll stand in the ocean until I start sinking But i´ll know my song well before I start singing And it´s a hard rain´s a-gonna fall
Return to Oz - Scissor sisters Once there was a man who had a little too much time on his hands - he never stopped to think that he was getting older. When his night came to an end He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover. He said is this the return to Oz? The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws There's a wind-up man walking round and round What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town Three o'clock in the morning You get a phone call from the queen with a hundred heads She says that they're all dead She tried the last one on It couldn't speak, fell off And now she just wanders the halls Thinking nothing, thinking nothing at all She says is this the return to Oz? The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws There's a wind-up man walking round and round What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town The wheelies are cutting pavement and the Skeksis at the rave meant to hide deep inside their sunken faces and their wild, rolling eyes But their callous words reveal That they can no longer feel Love or sex appeal The patchwork girl has come to cinch the deal To return to Oz we've fled the world With smiles and clenching jaws Please help me friend from coming down I've lost my place and now it can't be found Is this the return to Oz? The grass is dead, the gold is brown and the sky has claws There's a wind-up man walking round and round What once was Emerald City is now a crystal town
Leonard Cohen-some version of Hallelujah There's a beam of light in ev'ry word It doesn't matter which you've heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Honour - VnVnation (I prefer the memorial remix) Passive fields. January two thousand and twelve A nation that stands alone Cold voices, faces pale Gathered unto their judgement day Such pride remains unbroken Such words remain unspoken Just mothers to stand in vain and cry Tears and medals in the rain Shall I recall when justice did prevail? No reason to be found why reason did fail The all clear resounding The way was clear to rebuild this land Shall I call on you to guide me well To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled? On this day of our ascension Stand your ground, this is what we are fighting for For our spirit and laws and ways Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war For heaven or hell we shall not wait Shall I think of honour as lies Or lament its aged and slow demise? Shall I stand as a total stranger On this day in this stone chamber? The all clear resounding The way was clear to rebuild this land Shall I call on you to guide me well To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled On this day of our ascension On this day we praise the fallen Stand your ground, this is what we are fighting for For our spirit and laws and ways Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war For heaven or hell we shall not wait Shall I think of honour as lies Or lament its aged and slow demise? Shall I stand as a total stranger On this day in this stone chamber? Stand your ground, this is what we are fighting for. For our spirit and laws and ways. Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. For heaven or hell we shall not wait. Shall I think of honour as lies Or lament its aged and slow demise? Shall I stand as a total stranger On this day in this stone chamber? Stand your ground, this is what we are fighting for For our spirit and laws and ways Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war For heaven or hell we shall not wait Shall I think of honour as lies Or lament its aged and slow demise? Shall I stand as a total stranger On this day in this stone chamber?
Here is one of Fredman's Epistles, namely Epistle N0. 81, in translation as recorded by Candlemass. Interesting, at least. Mark how our shadow, mark Movits mom frere, One small darkness encloses, How gold and purple that shovel there, To rags and rubbish disposes. Charon beckons from tumultuous waves, Then trice this ancient digger of graves, For thee ne'er grapeskin shall glister, Wherefore my Movits come help me to raise, A gravestone over our sister. Even desirous and modest abode, Under the sighing branches, Where time and death, a marriage forebode, Twixt beauty and ugliness ashes. To thee ne'er jealousy findeth her way, Nor happiness footstep, swift to stray, Flitteth amid these barrows, E'en enmity armed, as thou seest this day, Piously breaketh her arrow. The little bell echoes the great bells groan, Robed in the door the precentor, Noisome with quiristers prayerful moan, Blesses those who enter. The way to this templed city of tombs, Climbs amid roses yellowing blooms, Fragments of mouldering biers, 'Til black-clad each mourner His station assumes, Bows there deeply in tears.
A tiny correction although I'm not sure, because I suck in the little french I know, but isn't it "mon frere"?
You don’t fit anywhere - Trypes If you don’t fit in an abject homeland, If you can’t settle with a blind hope. If you don’t fit inside a dream-catcher, If you don’t fit in a prison-hug. Then what a pity, a pity, a pity! Everywhere you’re a surplus and everywhere you die away. Then what a pity, a pity, a pity! You don’t fit anywhere, you don’t fit anywhere. If you don’t fit inside a tasteless joke, If you can’t settle with a tough prayer. If you don’t fit inside a soul-bordello, If you don’t fit inside a broken body. Then what a pity, a pity, a pity! Everywhere you’re a surplus and everywhere you die away. Then what a pity, a pity, a pity! You don’t fit anywhere, anywhere, anywhere, any-where! New Daze – Trypes Time is the worst doctor; It burns you, scatters you and freezes you, But you won’t be here soon, Some others will be fighting with the dust. Once again you want to complete alone A journey that never ends; Under your clothes the oldest god is waking up, Inside your suitcases all the roads are squashing in. Which maps warmed up your brain again? Which seas are drying up in your small head? Which wind is taking you further away from here? Tell me, which fear did you love again? In which dream did they find you wet, incomplete! Which daemons are watering your new daze? Which amore is pushing you further away from here? Tell me, which fear did you love again? The dream that brought you here one day, Today it burns, it rusts and sends you away; Once it holds you to earth, once it throws you out in the sky, The same dream that eats you and saves you. Once again you want to complete alone A journey that never ends; Under your clothes the oldest god is waking up, Inside your suitcases all the roads are squashing in. Which strings are attaching you to another noose? Which waves are sending you away from this harbor? Which destiny is calling you from the other side? Tell me, which fear did you love again? Which clouds covered up your dry heart? Which stars are singing your new daze? Which lie is holding you near the truth? Tell me, which fear did you love again? Which words are rotting inside of you and are unwilling to get out? Which hope is leading you to the sweetest delusion? Which sorrow is kicking you away from everywhere? Tell me, which fear defeated you again?
