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L'Ame Immortelle: Fallen Angel
I found you broken on the ground
From your mouth a bitter sound
That became sweeter as I approached
You in your deepest agony
I put you up and raised you well
And more than stories ever tell
I fell in love with you those days
And hoped that you would too
You've been a fallen angel
Rip... |
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She's taking her time making up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
They're saying
Mama never loved her much
And daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place... |
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I found you broken on the ground
From your mouth a bitter sound
That became sweeter as I approached
You in your deepest agony
I put you up and raised you well
And more than stories ever tell
I fell in love with you those days
And hoped that you would too
You've been a fallen angel
Ripped out of the sky
But as your wings ... |
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... AM I
BUT WILL MY HEART EVER BE
THE SANDS HAVE RUN OUT
WOEBEGONE THE FACE
THE PARTING HOUR IS NEAR
THE BEAUTY OF THIS PLACE
THIS FLAME OF PASSION HERE
A BITTER ERRAND WAITS
IN THE WAKE OF MEMORIES
THE SOUND OF MY FATE
(CHORUS)
THE END
WE COULD ALL BE HEROES THEN
WHEN THINGS MAY TAKE A TURN
AND ALL BOATS COME TO B... |
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... necessary to answer it,
Truth skies stretching,
the flame of light,
To carry, to advertise,
It would be necessary to show the way!
I do not complain bitterly,
For me already not free,
I bore it till now,
My past is not needed already!
Crying, torturing,
I have to relate it,
So the life onto a good Hungarian m... |
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... with his punchline
Failing.
Klu klux klan serve hot soul food and the band plays in the mood
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, theres a smell of
Peach blossom and bitter almonde.
Caryl chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, he knows
In a scent, you can bottle all you made.
Theres howard hughes in blue suede shoes, smiling at the... |
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... my control, go
Round and around, going down
Dressed up like a lovely day
Babyface, babyface
Tin foil hair all tied up in lace
Babyface, babyface
Bitter sweet girl won't you give me a taste
How could beauty be so kind
To an ordinary guy
Do do do do do do do do do...do do...
Do do do do do do do do do...do do...... |
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... swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
F... |
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... swears
Obscenity, who really cares propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
Fals... |
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... swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards... |
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... adaptációja.
2005. július 2-án felléptek a Live 8 koncerten Londonban. Az In My Place és a Fix You című saját dalaikon kívül előadták Richard Ashcrofttal együtt a The Verve-től a Bitter Sweet Symphony-t is.
Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends (2006-2008)
A negyedik stúdióalbumhoz, a Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends címűhöz, társprod... |
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Browning, Robert: Az elveszett kedves (The Lost Mistress Magyar nyelven)
The Lost Mistress (Angol)
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!
And the leaf-buds on the vine are woolly,
I noticed that,... |
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Levertov, Denise: Zsolozsmák (Tenebrae Magyar nyelven)
Tenebrae (Angol)
(Fall '67)
Heavy, heavy, heavy, hand and heart.
We are at war,
bitterly, bitterly at war.
And the buying and selling
buzzes at our heads, a swarm
of busy flies, a kind of innocence.
Gowns of gold sequins are fitted,
s... |
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Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
From the dank thoughts that shiver
Upon the sighful branches of my mind.
Such is; what is to be?
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?
I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;
Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds
From the hid battlements of Eternity;
Those shaken m... |
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... forth, and melted all
The cloud; and the two armies saw the pair--
Saw Rustum standing, safe upon his feet,
And Sohrab, wounded, on the bloody sand.
Then, with a bitter smile, Rustum began:--
"Sohrab, thou thoughtest in thy mind to kill
A Persian lord this day, and strip his corpse
And bear thy trophies to Afrasiab's tent.
Or else tha... |
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... heart, and begun to darken my eyes.
Ah-you, that have lived so soft, what should you know of the night,
The blast and the burning shame and the bitter frost and the fright?
I have done it, while you were asleep-you were only made for the day.
I have gather'd my baby together-and now you may go yo... |
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| ... the program became known, the Party--which was at that time extremely small--was at first not taken seriously and was laughed at. But then, from the very beginning, a concentrated and most bitter attack on the part of the entire Jewish press, or the Jewish-influenced press, was started against the movement. Everywhere Jewry was in the lead in the fight against National Socialism, ... |
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... flies,
It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them,
It sails me, I dab with bare feet, they are lick'd by the indolent waves,
I am cut by bitter and angry hail, I lose my breath,
Steep'd amid honey'd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death,
At length let up again to feel the puzzle of puzzles,... |
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... wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved
And so he had to die.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some wh... |
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... Waked up by snow-soft sudden rains at eve?
Or wilt thou rather, as on earth before,
Half-faded fiery blossoms, pale with heat
And full of bitter summer, but more sweet
To thee than gleanings of a northern shore
Trod by no tropic feet?
II
For al... |
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