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[>PLAY] "The ghost who walks she’s on the prowl, for the man she loved, he cut her down. It was an ordinary night in June when he drove her to the lake so they could watch the full moon. The ghost who walks she’s on the prowl, for the man she loved, he laid her down and in the tall grass he kissed her cheek and with a knife in his hand he plunged it deep She looked at him with pleading eyes he softly spoke: "my dear the love has died" and then he muffled her desperate cries under the moonlight. the ghost who walks she’s on the prowl, wanders in the moonlight, she’s crying to herself cause his eyes never once looked cruel but the moon in the blade shimmered like a jewel She looked at him with pleading eyes he softly spoke: "my dear the love has died" and then he muffled her deadly cries under the moonlight. Under the moonlight. Under the moonlight."

[>PLAY] "The ghost who walks she’s on the prowl, for the man she loved, he cut her down. It was an ordinary night in June when he drove her to the lake so they could watch the full moon. The ghost who walks she’s on the prowl, for the man she loved, he laid her down and in the tall grass he kissed her cheek and with a knife in his hand he plunged it deep She looked at him with pleading eyes he softly spoke: "my dear the love has died" and then he muffled her desperate cries under the moonlight. the ghost who walks she’s on the prowl, wanders in the moonlight, she’s crying to herself cause his eyes never once looked cruel but the moon in the blade shimmered like a jewel She looked at him with pleading eyes he softly spoke: "my dear the love has died" and then he muffled her deadly cries under the moonlight. Under the moonlight. Under the moonlight."

Lady D’Arbanville on Flickr.Via Flickr:"My lady D’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill
My lady D’Arbanville, why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low?
My lady D’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill
My lady D’Arbanville, you look so cold tonight
Your lips feel like winter
Your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white
My lady D’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill
My lady D’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill
I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I’ll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die
I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I’ll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die”
~Cat Stevens

Lady D’Arbanville on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
"My lady D’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill

My lady D’Arbanville, why does it grieve me so?
But your heart seems so silent
Why do you breathe so low, why do you breathe so low?

My lady D’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill, yes, you will be my fill

My lady D’Arbanville, you look so cold tonight
Your lips feel like winter
Your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white

My lady D’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill

My lady D’Arbanville, why do you sleep so still?
I’ll wake you tomorrow
And you will be my fill

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I’ll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die

I loved you my lady, though in your grave you lie
I’ll always be with you
This rose will never die, this rose will never die”



~Cat Stevens

Welcome to The Black Lodge on Flickr.Via Flickr:"She’s filled with secrets. Where we’re from, the birds sing a pretty song and there’s always music in the air. She’s my cousin… but doesn’t she look almost exactly like Laura Palmer? I’ve got good news. That gum you like is going to come back in style. Through the darkness of futures past/ The magician longs to see/ One chants out between two worlds/ Fire Walk With Me."Welcome to The Black Lodge: Drinks, Strangeness, Sinning.TP there now!

Welcome to The Black Lodge on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
"She’s filled with secrets. Where we’re from, the birds sing a pretty song and there’s always music in the air. She’s my cousin… but doesn’t she look almost exactly like Laura Palmer? I’ve got good news. That gum you like is going to come back in style. Through the darkness of futures past/ The magician longs to see/ One chants out between two worlds/ Fire Walk With Me."

Welcome to The Black Lodge: Drinks, Strangeness, Sinning.

TP there now!