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She’s pouring brown goldInto her veinsShe lost her own wayYears agoHer sister calls herFrom the dark side of the nightAnd she falls with that callIt’s the only way outShe tells me « I love you »But it’s only a gameAnd she slides through the silenceFixing her timeTo slide to the darknessAgain with a smile »Don’t touch me,I’m falling »SheLire la suite « Horsey – A Bit Of Goldmood – letras »

Vor ein paar Jahr`n war ich total verknallt in eine kleine Metzgerin.Ich schaute ihr gern in dne Ausschnitt rein,obwohl ich Vegetarier bin.Jeden Tag kaufte ich bei ihr ein,Koteletts und Leberwurst im Schweinedarm.Den ganzen Mist den hab ich dann verschenkt,an die Hunde die vorüberkam` .Der Fleischertresen,das war ihre Welt,ich hab mir immer vorgestelltwie es wohl wärLire la suite « Ich Bin Verliebt! – A Bit Of Goldmood – letras »

I HAVE heard that hysterical women sayThey are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow.Of poets that are always gay,For everybody knows or else should knowThat if nothing drastic is doneAeroplane and Zeppelin will come out.Pitch like King Billy bomb-balls inUntil the town lie beaten flat.All perform their tragic play,There struts Hamlet, there is Lear,That’s Ophelia,Lire la suite « Lapis Lazuli – A Bit Of Goldmood – letras »

I SING what was lost and dread what was won,I walk in a battle fought over again,My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,They always beat on the same small stone.

I AM worn out with dreamsA weather-worn, marble tritonAmong the streamsAnd all day long I lookUpon this lady’s beautyAs though I had found in a bookA pictured beautyPleased to have filled the eyesOr the discerning yearsDelighted to be but wiseFor men improve with the yearsAnd yet, and yetIs this my dream, or the truth?O wouldLire la suite « Men Improve With The Years – A Bit Of Goldmood – letras »

These are my handsAnd there are my eyesClad in high high hillsImpotentThe leper lordClad in bloody robesJesus weptJesusJesus weptChristusHear me when I callOn the threshing floorJesus weptOn the threshing floorMy lovesMy little friendsMy lovesAntichristAntichristusAntichristWe know who you areThreshingOn the threshing floorMy lovesAntichristWe know who thou artDies iraeDies illaWe know who you areLacrimosaeJesusMea culpaJesus weptMea culpaJesusLire la suite « Raio No Terrasu (jesus Wept) – A Bit Of Goldmood – letras »

I FASTED for some forty days on bread and buttermilk,For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or silk,In country shawl or Paris cloak, had put my wits astray,And what’s the good of women, for all that they can sayIs fol de rol de rolly O.Round Lough Derg’s holy island I went upon theLire la suite « The Spirit Medium – A Bit Of Goldmood – letras »

THE trees are in their autumn beauty,The woodland paths are dry,Under the October twilight the waterMirrors a still sky;Upon the brimming water among the stonesAre nine-and-fifty Swans.The nineteenth autumn has come upon meSince I first made my count;I saw, before I had well finished,All suddenly mountAnd scatter wheeling in great broken ringsUpon their clamorous wings.ILire la suite « The Wild Swans At Coole – A Bit Of Goldmood – letras »

WHAT if I bade you leaveThe cavern of the mind?There’s better exerciseIn the sunlight and wind.I never bade you goTo Moscow or to Rome.Renounce that drudgery,Call the Muses home.Seek those imagesThat constitute the wild,The lion and the virgin,The harlot and the child.Find in middle airAn eagle on the wing,Recognise the fiveThat make the Muses sing.

She bought the eggplant because her loverhad said he was leaving, and she’d readsomewhere it was an aphrodisiac,and she was willing to try anything,even magic, even vegetables.She could have bought the eggplant at the grocery store,but because this was work that mattered,she drove out into the countryand stopped at a roadside farm stand.She chose theLire la suite « To His Coy Mistress – A Bit Of Goldmood – letras »