"Behold a jocund morn indeed! - Sun on high - birds in sky. Yonder the whist firth eathing, Fro where a gale erranteth." "Ye beholdest but the shadow
thy desire appear!" "'Tis the Divine Comedy - The fool and the mocking court: Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!: We hold the Earth fro Heaven away." "'Tis the Divine Tragedy
appear!" R: "'Tis the Divine Comedy - The fool and the mocking court: Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!: We hold the Earth fro Heaven away." LK: "'Tis the Divine Tragedy
Parch'd of words, parch'd of lauds, Lorn and tyned fro my wame - 'Seech I more perforce indeed: Lap I of thee:, Thou art want. With dulcet gust thine
Don't you wanna end up with this mister? Ah He is just being nice with his kisses and he Thinks you're not one of the smart ones say it sexy Doesn't seem
Come in out of the rain thou sayest - but thou ne'er stept'st aside; And I am trapp'd - A distance there is... None, save me and the bodkin - pitter-patter
Ado with a mean woe, An ado as aglow; Belying the paynim Thou rewrot'st the tome - An ivy-crown'd and dancing, And fawn'd and trancing - Espying the surly
the lay o' midsummer, Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vainglore. O Canvas!, wherefore canst thou these images not allow? - I deem a projection of my Theatre
Time is an abyss - Profound as a thousand nights; I sojourn my haste, I make respites For what availeth this eager peace? One step more naught to face
R: My eyes hold the eventide, Thro' which I 'hold naught else But the raven; Sleep my dearest ones - Mind not the palling velvet darkness LK: Albeit behind
Don't know inside from upside-down We praise the famed unwittingly, yeah If we had read that we are but illiterate What would we do? Keep inventory of
He gave to her, yet tenfold claim'd in return - She hath no life but the one he for her wrought; Proffer'd to her his wauking heart - she turn'd it down
High-rise buildings Low cost apartments Financial district Industrial area Rows of blue collars Steelworkers? clink-clang Metal rhythm left and right
Mobile phones Commuter trains The terminus is full of men Crisscross network Zigzag railway The next stop is Waterloo White-collar timetable 9 to 5 urban
the lay o'midsummer, Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vaingfore. O Canvas! wherefore canst thou these images not allow? - I deem a projection of my Theatre
Head crash - I can't see you Spit teeth - I can hear you I feel your pounding me onto the street I've learned to know the taste of concrete Why don't
Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy "Hap mirthfulness! - Oh! joy of grand riddance; Undress me my hauberk! - the wyvern hath errant'd." "Ire
"Meine Augen sind so dunkel, "Gleichwohl hast Du Deine Augen versteckt Auch sind die Visionen schwarz, Lichtschein hinter der Dunkelheit; Schwarz wie
