secrets...
olderman
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she wrote it and spoke the words but i don't like what she said,
secrets.. kept hidden in cellars to shame, to shame,
she acted out her intentions, in the darkness of the shelter,
secrets.. kept apart from who she claimed to be, in shame,
was it pride or was it shame,
secrets kept me up all night,
hotter than a fiery stain upon the red moon,
looking for a secret kept locked in shame, to shame,
oh the shame...
secrets.. kept hidden in cellars to shame, to shame,
she acted out her intentions, in the darkness of the shelter,
secrets.. kept apart from who she claimed to be, in shame,
was it pride or was it shame,
secrets kept me up all night,
hotter than a fiery stain upon the red moon,
looking for a secret kept locked in shame, to shame,
oh the shame...
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.
The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name - her name -
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame."
James Joyce.. among the best lyricists ever!
Love and Sleep by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-colored without white or red.
And her lips opened amorously, and said--
I wist not what, saving one word--Delight,
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green