<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390</id><updated>2009-07-04T19:06:57.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Silvera's Song Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-3942794144402231902</id><published>2009-07-04T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:27:09.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Queen</title><content type='html'>I'll make you a corsage &lt;br /&gt;Of chantecaille lace&lt;br /&gt;Comfrey and eyebright&lt;br /&gt;And reeds from the lake &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tie it with cambric &lt;br /&gt;Before you awake&lt;br /&gt;Upon your heart sleeping&lt;br /&gt;This precious keepsake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here the land's edge&lt;br /&gt;Is a scrawl on the sea&lt;br /&gt;It writes and unwrites itself&lt;br /&gt;Tirelessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, in the eaves&lt;br /&gt;On my eiderdown seat&lt;br /&gt;See riddles and rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Where your words ought to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the green-fingered lady &lt;br /&gt;Who longed, longed me to stay&lt;br /&gt;Made all the roses wither away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And smoke, lilac footed&lt;br /&gt;As I climbed, climbed the gate&lt;br /&gt;And reams of clouds hid me&lt;br /&gt;As I made my escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was autumn, autumn&lt;br /&gt;How long did I sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon-coloured waters&lt;br /&gt;They whispered your name&lt;br /&gt;And said with her carriage&lt;br /&gt;The deep snows came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she kissed you and bound you&lt;br /&gt;With icicle chains&lt;br /&gt;Made winter your lodge &lt;br /&gt;And gave frost to your veins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here the land lies&lt;br /&gt;Like a mast on the sea&lt;br /&gt;It rises and banks&lt;br /&gt;And it confuses me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, in the eaves&lt;br /&gt;On my eiderdown seat&lt;br /&gt;See riddles and rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Where your words ought to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice-shouldered Queen&lt;br /&gt;Who vowed, vowed you'd remain&lt;br /&gt;Made all the roses&lt;br /&gt;Wither in spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the snow palace&lt;br /&gt;I'll steal you away&lt;br /&gt;And my tears will make&lt;br /&gt;Your poor heart bloom again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like roses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-3942794144402231902?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3942794144402231902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=3942794144402231902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/3942794144402231902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/3942794144402231902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/2009/07/snow-queen.html' title='Snow Queen'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-6230327923767656413</id><published>2009-07-04T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:06:57.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for Daniel</title><content type='html'>Sky, heavy as bellrope&lt;br /&gt;Is ringing the changes&lt;br /&gt;August has cried&lt;br /&gt;In her swell-bellied labours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She climbs up the steeple&lt;br /&gt;And waits for the chime&lt;br /&gt;Halos of rain on the conifers shine&lt;br /&gt;Halos of rain on the conifers shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like the world to stop&lt;br /&gt;Just for one morning&lt;br /&gt;And tell me the hour&lt;br /&gt;Now this kingdom is fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The livery's decked&lt;br /&gt;And the courtiers are bloody&lt;br /&gt;And lillies grow now&lt;br /&gt;From his mouth and his body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could pound nettles&lt;br /&gt;Till my hands were blistered&lt;br /&gt;But swans crowd the lake and no -&lt;br /&gt;I'm not their sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pedallos once we were brave sailor men&lt;br /&gt;One two we fell, and then we stood again...&lt;br /&gt;In pedallos once we were brave sailor men&lt;br /&gt;One two we fell, and then we stood again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be grand&lt;br /&gt;To mourn as an actor&lt;br /&gt;Playing a bit part&lt;br /&gt;So I don't have to feel this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extend my arm gracefully&lt;br /&gt;Sipping in silence&lt;br /&gt;Bone china, behind a veil&lt;br /&gt;So not to see this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I searched without walls&lt;br /&gt;And I searched without finding&lt;br /&gt;I search like a blindman&lt;br /&gt;With fortune to guide me&lt;br /&gt;In pedallos once&lt;br /&gt;We were brave sailormen&lt;br /&gt;One two we fell&lt;br /&gt;And then we stood again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roots, pale in September&lt;br /&gt;And tender as memory&lt;br /&gt;They flower in the roofing&lt;br /&gt;And seed in the belfry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent in amber&lt;br /&gt;That once winter time&lt;br /&gt;We slept safe as houses&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I&lt;br /&gt;We slept safe as houses&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-6230327923767656413?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6230327923767656413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=6230327923767656413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/6230327923767656413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/6230327923767656413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/2009/07/song-for-daniel.html' title='Song for Daniel'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-1532950551068811670</id><published>2009-07-04T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:58:26.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manon</title><content type='html'>You wake to the song of crows&lt;br /&gt;On that rarified street row&lt;br /&gt;Where even the trees stand prouder than the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took your coat and fled&lt;br /&gt;Leaving evenings brocade dress&lt;br /&gt;Hanging like a banshee from the oaken chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Manon, lay your cool hands down&lt;br /&gt;And gather night up in your daybreak arms&lt;br /&gt;And when the season finally turns&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that everything's unlearned&lt;br /&gt;You're standing naked in the town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Manon, those wet black leaves like pirate flags&lt;br /&gt;They sail their branches on a wild wind fast&lt;br /&gt;They think they're journeying towards the fabled stars&lt;br /&gt;But they forgot that they are bound by roots and trunks and sodden earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left the dim light to contend with early Mars&lt;br /&gt;You left what couldn't be still dreaming in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Oh you and I, Manon, were captives from the start&lt;br /&gt;We are sisters of this longing that's the keeper of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Pilgrims of this sorrow, with our flags nailed to the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your will set&lt;br /&gt;You light a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And watch the smoke make faces pensive and uncertain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the train&lt;br /&gt;In that cathode station cafe&lt;br /&gt;The rain is lowered like a last act curtain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You draw his mouth in coffee&lt;br /&gt;Paper for his hair&lt;br /&gt;And the the chorus line sings:&lt;br /&gt;"He's not here"&lt;br /&gt;But you Manon will fill these broken lungs with air&lt;br /&gt;"Miseria Cantare"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-1532950551068811670?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1532950551068811670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=1532950551068811670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/1532950551068811670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/1532950551068811670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/2009/07/manon.html' title='Manon'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-9135100429949154541</id><published>2009-07-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:57:22.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Colour Me"/15.12.2009</title><content type='html'>Damage me sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Make me disappear&lt;br /&gt;Mark me completely&lt;br /&gt;Let me chart this disrepair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feed me with fire water&lt;br /&gt;Colour me in midnight ink&lt;br /&gt;Pour stars down my back&lt;br /&gt;And turn my eyes just as dark&lt;br /&gt;As his are hollow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage me sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Undress my name and with each layer&lt;br /&gt;Reveal me and delete me&lt;br /&gt;Turn me into blessed air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside your door&lt;br /&gt;The rain falls, an absolution -&lt;br /&gt;It's a ghost town for me here - but you don't see them&lt;br /&gt;I want your disguise, I want your freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have never known that mad stone deceive him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage me sweetly&lt;br /&gt;Shake my branches bare&lt;br /&gt;Fill me and deplete me&lt;br /&gt;Bring me winter's senselessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh make a benediction&lt;br /&gt;A frenzy till I  wake&lt;br /&gt;and then leave me by the pool to&lt;br /&gt;find my rebel, find my monster, find my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through the glass,  magnolias flame and flicker&lt;br /&gt;I'm a ghost town, you're just  another passing through here&lt;br /&gt;But  spring makes me think&lt;br /&gt;He will still be there -&lt;br /&gt;Just past the gate&lt;br /&gt;In a house so familiar&lt;br /&gt;Where we shared each hour&lt;br /&gt;They were jewels in our fingers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-9135100429949154541?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/9135100429949154541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=9135100429949154541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/9135100429949154541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/9135100429949154541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/2009/07/colour-me15122009.html' title='&quot;Colour Me&quot;/15.12.2009'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-6347731075504304437</id><published>2007-07-20T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:12:59.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-6347731075504304437?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/6347731075504304437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=6347731075504304437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/6347731075504304437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/6347731075504304437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/2007/07/home-town.html' title='Home Town'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-194892203839578183</id><published>2007-07-20T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T04:00:16.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadezhda</title><content type='html'>Even the winter&lt;br /&gt;Won't turn the wheel now&lt;br /&gt;Great spokes of still hours&lt;br /&gt;Chained to the bare ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverie, bear me &lt;br /&gt;Deep in the hollow&lt;br /&gt;Of wildwood, slumber&lt;br /&gt;Among the arbour's bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiem, I hid his songs&lt;br /&gt;In porcelain, and dead man's lungs&lt;br /&gt;I even caught a breath of one&lt;br /&gt;In church bells ringing for the fallen sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy black roses&lt;br /&gt;Hang in the gardens&lt;br /&gt;Whirled into wreaths now&lt;br /&gt;Dark as death's shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only your kisses&lt;br /&gt;Bees from a sweet mouth&lt;br /&gt;Turn the cold air&lt;br /&gt;Searching for home&lt;br /&gt;Where you lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiem, I hid his songs&lt;br /&gt;In porcelain, and dead man's lungs&lt;br /&gt;I even caught a breath of one&lt;br /&gt;In church bells ringing for the motherland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-194892203839578183?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/194892203839578183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=194892203839578183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/194892203839578183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/194892203839578183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/2007/07/nadezhda.html' title='Nadezhda'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-2156881792951638912</id><published>2007-07-15T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T07:16:56.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardenias and Cigarettes</title><content type='html'>Water on shingle and vagrant hours&lt;br /&gt;That stumble round this sunstruck town&lt;br /&gt;And white lantern blossoms&lt;br /&gt;With torn off wings&lt;br /&gt;Break from their branches&lt;br /&gt;With pale yearning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my mind came unmoored in the night&lt;br /&gt;You set it adrift &lt;br /&gt;With a kiss that was sweeter&lt;br /&gt;Than anyone else's&lt;br /&gt;That I've known before then or since&lt;br /&gt;Oh gardenias and cheap cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;On your mouth and your fingers I tasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name, on the hands and the back of love&lt;br /&gt;Ships were raised and lovers fought&lt;br /&gt;And the Gods above watched from a ringside box&lt;br /&gt;As cities were wasted to ashes and dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you go through a low window&lt;br /&gt;By the idle tide of dusk&lt;br /&gt;And I should have seen through those arrows and bows&lt;br /&gt;That even golden apples rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my mind came unmoored in the night&lt;br /&gt;You set it adrift &lt;br /&gt;With a kiss that was sweeter&lt;br /&gt;Than anyone else's&lt;br /&gt;That I've known before then or since&lt;br /&gt;Oh gardenias and cheap cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And the ghost of the touch of your fingers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-2156881792951638912?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2156881792951638912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=2156881792951638912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/2156881792951638912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/2156881792951638912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/2007/07/gardenias-and-cigarattes.html' title='Gardenias and Cigarettes'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-848572221056388001</id><published>2007-07-15T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:27:22.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rifle and Wreath</title><content type='html'>With one hand on a rifle &lt;br /&gt;And the other on a wreath&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing like a fusilier&lt;br /&gt;In battlefield relief&lt;br /&gt;Oh paramour no matter&lt;br /&gt;Will you not concede defeat?&lt;br /&gt;This state of war is wearing out the land&lt;br /&gt;That lies beneath us -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets build a cenotaph&lt;br /&gt;And honour those lost and fallen dreams we had&lt;br /&gt;With mud on my fingers&lt;br /&gt;I'll lay down my gun&lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't want this fight to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For wise men know&lt;br /&gt;That glory glows&lt;br /&gt;The way of rotten wood&lt;br /&gt;And victories that seem to taste so sweet&lt;br /&gt;On the mouth are bloody underfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you wait for me &lt;br /&gt;By the ministry&lt;br /&gt;For our final act of accord&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring the first aid&lt;br /&gt;And you warn the light brigade&lt;br /&gt;And all will be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one hand on the rifle &lt;br /&gt;And the other on your chest&lt;br /&gt;I weigh you in the balance of temptation and redress&lt;br /&gt;My fingers on the trigger but you play so innocent&lt;br /&gt;So Carpae Diem's my sentence&lt;br /&gt;Cos time's a rogue &lt;br /&gt;In emporer's clothes&lt;br /&gt;It keeps us hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;With promises&lt;br /&gt;Of golden tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;As if we never say goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-848572221056388001?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-7734638467115328566</id><published>2007-07-15T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:04:39.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harbour Song</title><content type='html'>The hours converge on a sea as hard as diamonds&lt;br /&gt;White gold and glittering in the harbour&lt;br /&gt;And the day begins to make its cloudy way nightwards&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I know I won't risk a second look backwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you on a sunken day&lt;br /&gt;You were dancing on the deck &lt;br /&gt;It had already happened long before we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned till you looked my way&lt;br /&gt;Bailed water from your wreck &lt;br /&gt;And I was hook, line and sinker swayed&lt;br /&gt;By your drowning one-man act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forged you from sehnsucht a Harlequin's mask&lt;br /&gt;I squinted and loved you for plain circumstance&lt;br /&gt;But the world knew better, knew better than I -&lt;br /&gt;It is watchful and far less desirous of lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the day sprang a leak with our treasures on board&lt;br /&gt;Our coveted out-of-the ordinary hoard&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't care less for those jewels that I left &lt;br /&gt;I just wanted my safety of passage assured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switching the tracks from black to blue&lt;br /&gt;Glory train's bound but not for you&lt;br /&gt;Head on my shoulders, my eye to the gun&lt;br /&gt;I'll get away second time round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you on a sunken day&lt;br /&gt;You were dancing on the deck &lt;br /&gt;And it had already ended long before we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh  I murdered it so artfully&lt;br /&gt;I was quite the diligent&lt;br /&gt;But you aided and abetted me&lt;br /&gt;So don't play that innocent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-2407705264563371766</id><published>2007-07-15T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:22:41.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Raleigh</title><content type='html'>How must we look we two&lt;br /&gt;Stranded in mid-morning blue &lt;br /&gt;On the shores of not a clue what this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awash in the aftermath&lt;br /&gt;Mutiny dawn made &lt;br /&gt;On night's renegade's ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so unfamiliar to&lt;br /&gt;Walk hand in hand with you&lt;br /&gt;I think I like you better lying down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among early traders&lt;br /&gt;And breakfasting lovers&lt;br /&gt;We're more lost than found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already see how we're gonna end up&lt;br /&gt;You'll be Sir Raleigh and I'll play the Queen of Roulette&lt;br /&gt;Where once you promised me gold with a gun to your back&lt;br /&gt;You'll pen your valedictions from the safety of the deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all belfry-headed and the eyes of cloud&lt;br /&gt;That pass me by &lt;br /&gt;You walled up your burning city till the topless towers&lt;br /&gt;Came falling down, oh what a pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How must I seem to you&lt;br /&gt;Holding my back to the wall&lt;br /&gt;Its a habit I could never give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fain would I climb&lt;br /&gt;But fear gravity's pull&lt;br /&gt;As a consequence, dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already see how where we're gonna end up&lt;br /&gt;Reading the signs that you left in overturned cup&lt;br /&gt;Where once you promised me gold with a gun to your back&lt;br /&gt;Now you pen valedictions from the safety of the deck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-2407705264563371766?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2407705264563371766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=2407705264563371766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/2407705264563371766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/2407705264563371766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/2007/07/sir-raleigh.html' title='Sir Raleigh'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-5798080763120849059</id><published>2007-07-15T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:20:04.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silencio</title><content type='html'>Segadora de canciones,&lt;br /&gt;Canciones de ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;Palabras fugaces&lt;br /&gt;Que se pierden cada vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un remedio mas dulce&lt;br /&gt;Que los versos sin sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Que las caricias de tus manos&lt;br /&gt;Es mi soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre suenos de otono&lt;br /&gt;Y las hojas infinitas,&lt;br /&gt;Y el temporal de memoria&lt;br /&gt;En que me pierdo cada vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay un rezo a la nada,&lt;br /&gt;Una cancion callada&lt;br /&gt;Que me alcanza en el sitio &lt;br /&gt;De mi soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah silencio&lt;br /&gt;Bendito!&lt;br /&gt;Poetessa del corazon&lt;br /&gt;encalmado&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ah silencio&lt;br /&gt;Bendito!&lt;br /&gt;Eres musica del corazon&lt;br /&gt;inmenso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de horas de partida,&lt;br /&gt;Despues de luchas y victorias,&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia olvidadiza &lt;br /&gt;Cae de nuevo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tierra y cielo&lt;br /&gt;Hay, sin nombre, un consuelo&lt;br /&gt;Que me toca en las tardes de mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaper of songs&lt;br /&gt;Songs of absence&lt;br /&gt;Fugitive words &lt;br /&gt;Which are lost each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweeter remedy&lt;br /&gt;Than senseless verses&lt;br /&gt;Than the caresses of your hands&lt;br /&gt;Is my solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between dreams of autumn&lt;br /&gt;And infinite leaves &lt;br /&gt;And the storm of memory&lt;br /&gt;In which I lose myself each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a prayer to nothingness&lt;br /&gt;A song of calm&lt;br /&gt;Which touches me in the place&lt;br /&gt;Of solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, blessed silence!&lt;br /&gt;You are the music of the immense heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah blessed silence!&lt;br /&gt;You are the poetess of the tranquil heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hours of departure&lt;br /&gt;After the struggles and the victories&lt;br /&gt;The forgetful rain&lt;br /&gt;Falls anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;There is a nameless consolation&lt;br /&gt;That touches me in the evenings&lt;br /&gt;Of my solitude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-5798080763120849059?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-3809288029252674869</id><published>2007-07-15T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:09:52.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salome</title><content type='html'>Then spoke the King&lt;br /&gt;"Any earthly thing &lt;br /&gt;To see you dancing"&lt;br /&gt;How could I stop &lt;br /&gt;Those words from rising&lt;br /&gt;Like flames on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;(Though not holy ones)&lt;br /&gt;If God himself could not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a man&lt;br /&gt;There's a man&lt;br /&gt;And he will not love me&lt;br /&gt;Like all the others long to &lt;br /&gt;So bring me his head&lt;br /&gt;Upon a silver platter&lt;br /&gt;And with his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Still wide&lt;br /&gt;He'll watch me dancing&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be dancing for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I dream&lt;br /&gt;He pours cool water&lt;br /&gt;Into my mouth&lt;br /&gt;The veils turn water&lt;br /&gt;Then he'll rise golden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a man&lt;br /&gt;There's a man&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one I ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;So bring me to bed&lt;br /&gt;And they'll applaud my death &lt;br /&gt;For who will pray &lt;br /&gt;For my soul now to rise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-3809288029252674869?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3809288029252674869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=3809288029252674869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/3809288029252674869'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;For the wine blood red&lt;br /&gt;Give your body &lt;br /&gt;Like he said&lt;br /&gt;Like he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sing songs &lt;br /&gt;Now to praise him&lt;br /&gt;You don't tell a soul &lt;br /&gt;Cos it's of your own making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In County Cork&lt;br /&gt;You laid for his favour&lt;br /&gt;Face on the car seat&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday's paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best to be quiet &lt;br /&gt;Think of pietas&lt;br /&gt;And offer your body&lt;br /&gt;Like he did &lt;br /&gt;Like he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sing songs &lt;br /&gt;Now to praise&lt;br /&gt;You don't tell a soul &lt;br /&gt;Cos it's of your own making&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-7549853211267690079?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-7555215694217982251</id><published>2007-07-15T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:07:09.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heloise</title><content type='html'>Heloise said "let me be your whore &lt;br /&gt;Why must we be submit to their law? &lt;br /&gt;And though they'll burn our bed to the floor &lt;br /&gt;And our chambers  will char to cinders,&lt;br /&gt;The timbers will stagger and soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the fruit in the orchard&lt;br /&gt;Turns black as the Bible &lt;br /&gt;We'll still have the wayside&lt;br /&gt;We'll be laughing as we fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was certain from the get-go&lt;br /&gt;I would lay more than a finger down&lt;br /&gt;On his body, oh that body&lt;br /&gt;Was a country that I mapped with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Heading south -&lt;br /&gt;I was just a young girl &lt;br /&gt;They said madder than Orphelia&lt;br /&gt;But I knew better myself&lt;br /&gt;I knew better myself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heloise said "Don't make me your wife&lt;br /&gt;Though all the courts are ruling you should run for your life&lt;br /&gt;They've tied ribbons to the beeches, they bay sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Now my head's got a price&lt;br /&gt;In the Luxemberg gardens, &lt;br /&gt;They've a new talking point&lt;br /&gt;Saying "we must make examples" and all the time thinking&lt;br /&gt;Thank God my indiscretions aren't worth repeating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was certain from the get go&lt;br /&gt;I would lay more than a finger down&lt;br /&gt;On his body, oh that body&lt;br /&gt;Was a country that I mapped with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Heading south -&lt;br /&gt;I was just a young girl &lt;br /&gt;They said madder than Orphelia&lt;br /&gt;But I knew better myself&lt;br /&gt;I knew better myself"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-7555215694217982251?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7555215694217982251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=7555215694217982251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/7555215694217982251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/7555215694217982251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/2007/07/heloise.html' title='Heloise'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-4990906975295306992</id><published>2007-07-15T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:02:06.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is You</title><content type='html'>I went walking the streets of you &lt;br /&gt;To see the sky aflame with stars &lt;br /&gt;That you'd kept from my view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stumbling with a bloody mouth&lt;br /&gt;Along your avenues&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I'd find love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is you&lt;br /&gt;Everything is you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were too good&lt;br /&gt;You left me out of fight&lt;br /&gt;You treated me like something costly &lt;br /&gt;Of the breaking kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to diamonds and pearls&lt;br /&gt;There's more to the eye&lt;br /&gt;Oh they're harder &lt;br /&gt;Than hammers and nails sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you gone&lt;br /&gt;With the last train home&lt;br /&gt;I lie alone&lt;br /&gt;With the record on&lt;br /&gt;And your sweet words&lt;br /&gt;Like thorns in my side&lt;br /&gt;Won't you bring back the rose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is you&lt;br /&gt;Everything is you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-4990906975295306992?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4990906975295306992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-2768245905127825079</id><published>2007-07-15T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T03:01:08.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coronation Dance</title><content type='html'>I walk at low tide &lt;br /&gt;And watch that rag-grey sea&lt;br /&gt;Trammel down the shoreline &lt;br /&gt;To tear dust  factories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I salute the magpie &lt;br /&gt;And sing a sad luck blues&lt;br /&gt;And try to find a picture&lt;br /&gt;That could take the place of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're residing in me&lt;br /&gt;An unintended guest&lt;br /&gt;And now you've brought your friends and all your family &lt;br /&gt;I've not a second's rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sinned and gambled and I wagered that I was immune&lt;br /&gt;Like Troilus  in the temple mocking star-struck lovers much too soon&lt;br /&gt;It was me of course who was on course to get it in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Darling, won't you hear my heart come riding stoned and blind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the city's on you, and its scratching to get in&lt;br /&gt;And the night is blacker than a plague of devil's wings&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in the doorway, for your mouth on my skin&lt;br /&gt;And the stars will rain down silver like the angel's lucky win&lt;br /&gt;And the road lines will pluck tuneful on their vagrant violin&lt;br /&gt;And your words will taste of bourbon, and your hands will make me sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll walk at low tide &lt;br /&gt;and watch that eye-glass sea&lt;br /&gt;Trammel down the shoreline &lt;br /&gt;To tear dust factories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a rose of black hawthorn&lt;br /&gt;And an ermine out of down &lt;br /&gt;We'll toast the coronation&lt;br /&gt;To the very best love in town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you've taken over&lt;br /&gt;It's a mutiny&lt;br /&gt;You've changed the locks&lt;br /&gt;And left me in a strange and somehow altered key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sinned and gambled and I boasted that I was immune&lt;br /&gt;Like Troilus  in the court I didn't count upon the sight of you &lt;br /&gt;It was me, of course, who was on course to get it in the eye -&lt;br /&gt;Darling won't you hear my heart come riding stoned and blind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the city's on you and its scratching to get in&lt;br /&gt;And the night is blacker than a plague of devil's wings&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting in the doorway for your mouth on my skin&lt;br /&gt;And the stars will rain down silver like the angel's lucky win&lt;br /&gt;And the road lines will pluck tuneful on their vagrant violin&lt;br /&gt;And your words will taste of bourbon and your hands will make me sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-2768245905127825079?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2768245905127825079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=2768245905127825079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/2768245905127825079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4664200994977244390/posts/default/2768245905127825079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/2007/07/coronation-dance.html' title='Coronation Dance'/><author><name>Ana Silvera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07049806719678979475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00895332087952820003'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4664200994977244390.post-5898510794674055436</id><published>2007-07-15T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T02:51:06.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes From An Opera</title><content type='html'>I was in a hotel when the city first fell&lt;br /&gt;It was gilded and sullen and neoclassical&lt;br /&gt;I took up with an officer and then his general&lt;br /&gt;He bought me almond biscuits and a freshwater pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And took me to the opera, and after to Pigalle&lt;br /&gt;A dancer wearing tassels ate the rose off my lapel&lt;br /&gt;These days I'm wearing Shalimar, no never my Chanel&lt;br /&gt;Cos it reminds him of his mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears me like he does his duty shoes&lt;br /&gt;Immaculately polished, and he keeps my soul&lt;br /&gt;In the Paris saloons&lt;br /&gt;And he occupies my moods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Rue des Abesses&lt;br /&gt;We could see violets had&lt;br /&gt;Colonised the boulevards in June&lt;br /&gt;I walk him down to the station&lt;br /&gt;Banners fly from the irons &lt;br /&gt;And vapour trails&lt;br /&gt;Come rising up&lt;br /&gt;Like dove tails...&lt;br /&gt;Bridal veils...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundial creeps its hours&lt;br /&gt;Into July&lt;br /&gt;Among the ruins&lt;br /&gt;Lanternas light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still count his steps&lt;br /&gt;On this esplanade&lt;br /&gt;Like rosaries...&lt;br /&gt;Arms surround me&lt;br /&gt;Arms surround me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hotel when the first bomb fell&lt;br /&gt;It shook the chandeliers and that old crystal&lt;br /&gt;Came tumbling down on the tiles like the steeples &lt;br /&gt;Of the St Paul bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my pleasures in the dim stairwells&lt;br /&gt;In fairground hands I undo myself -&lt;br /&gt;Rise and fall like the painted poles&lt;br /&gt;Of the carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now autumn unthreads&lt;br /&gt;Her last dress of gold &lt;br /&gt;Upon long lawns &lt;br /&gt;Shadows unfurl&lt;br /&gt;I still count his steps &lt;br /&gt;On this esplanade&lt;br /&gt;Where violets grow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-5898510794674055436?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5898510794674055436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4664200994977244390&amp;postID=5898510794674055436' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>Oh the bandstand is flooded -&lt;br /&gt;Is flooded with rain&lt;br /&gt;And the saints that came marching&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name&lt;br /&gt;Find their bugles and buckles&lt;br /&gt;All rusted away&lt;br /&gt;They will not be salvaged&lt;br /&gt;For one last crusade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this city of sinners&lt;br /&gt;The children today &lt;br /&gt;Grow up chemically vicious&lt;br /&gt;With sex on the brain&lt;br /&gt;And their babies have babies&lt;br /&gt;So fat and so angry&lt;br /&gt;We feed them and feed them&lt;br /&gt;And still they are hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the King's horses&lt;br /&gt;And all the King's men&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't put our love together again&lt;br /&gt;Once you gave me the moon &lt;br /&gt;I was after the sun&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it was always&lt;br /&gt;And will be Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you &lt;br /&gt;At the Easter Parade&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the start&lt;br /&gt;How I'd whisper your name&lt;br /&gt;How we'd wander the city &lt;br /&gt;And dance in the lanes&lt;br /&gt;And kiss by the lamplight&lt;br /&gt;To 'Lily Marlene'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this city's for wasters&lt;br /&gt;The coming-of-age &lt;br /&gt;And hard-wired and dead-eyed&lt;br /&gt;With cash and cocaine&lt;br /&gt;But Jerusalem's coming&lt;br /&gt;It's just round the corner&lt;br /&gt;A holy man told me &lt;br /&gt;Though what does it matter when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the King's horses&lt;br /&gt;And all the King's men&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't put our love together again&lt;br /&gt;Once you gave me the moon &lt;br /&gt;I was after the sun&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it was always&lt;br /&gt;And will be Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4664200994977244390-6680468485918909860?l=anasilveralyrics.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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