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midnight summer dream on Flickr.Via Flickr :[>PLAY]"Woke up on a good day
And the world was wonderful
A midnight summer dream had me in its spell
I dreamt about an old man
Sat and watched the rain all night
He couldn’t sleep a wink as all the drops fell
He told me of the beauty
Hidden in our foreheads
He told me of the ugliness
We show instead
And when we put a foot wrong do we learn
From all the pain
A midnight summer dream as he watched the rain
Then at midnight he poured another drink
And bent my ear
After midnight we sat up half the night
Or maybe more
And he began to tell me what it was all for
I woke up in an armchair
He had gone I don’t know where
Left me there to sit and look at the rain
Don’t remember much at all
But his words were echoing
A midnight summer dream and then wake again
Maybe I’ll never find him
Maybe he’s gone forever
Maybe I’ll have to sit here
Watching the weather
One thing’s pretty certain helped me
Make it in the night
Showed me somewhere else between wrong and right
And at midnight if you can’t sleep
Then I can bend your ear
After midnight we’ll sit up half the night
Or maybe more
And I’ll begin to tell you what it is all for
Wake up on a good day
And the world feels wonderful
Midnight summer dream has me in its spell”

midnight summer dream on Flickr.

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"Woke up on a good day
And the world was wonderful
A midnight summer dream had me in its spell

I dreamt about an old man
Sat and watched the rain all night
He couldn’t sleep a wink as all the drops fell

He told me of the beauty
Hidden in our foreheads
He told me of the ugliness
We show instead

And when we put a foot wrong do we learn
From all the pain
A midnight summer dream as he watched the rain

Then at midnight he poured another drink
And bent my ear
After midnight we sat up half the night
Or maybe more
And he began to tell me what it was all for

I woke up in an armchair
He had gone I don’t know where
Left me there to sit and look at the rain

Don’t remember much at all
But his words were echoing
A midnight summer dream and then wake again

Maybe I’ll never find him
Maybe he’s gone forever
Maybe I’ll have to sit here
Watching the weather

One thing’s pretty certain helped me
Make it in the night
Showed me somewhere else between wrong and right

And at midnight if you can’t sleep
Then I can bend your ear
After midnight we’ll sit up half the night
Or maybe more
And I’ll begin to tell you what it is all for

Wake up on a good day
And the world feels wonderful
Midnight summer dream has me in its spell”

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!

Crow Jane on Flickr.Via Flickr:Picture by Siory Koray.[►PLAY]Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh 
There is one shining eye on a hard-hat
The company closed down the mine
Winking on waters they came
Twenty hard-hats, twenty eyes
In her clapboard shack
Only six foot by five
They killed all her whiskey
And poured their pistols dry
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh 
Seems you’ve remembered
How to sleep, how to sleep
The house dogs are in your turnips
And your yard dogs are running all over the street
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh 
“O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
Why you close up shop so late?”
“Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird
Measured .32, .44, .38
I asked that girl which road she was taking
Said she was walking the road of hate
But she stopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven
Population: 48”
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh 
Your guns are drunk and smoking
They’ve followed you right back to your gate
Laughing all the way back from the new town
Population, now, 28
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
~Nick Cave

Crow Jane on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Picture by Siory Koray.

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Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
There is one shining eye on a hard-hat
The company closed down the mine
Winking on waters they came
Twenty hard-hats, twenty eyes
In her clapboard shack
Only six foot by five
They killed all her whiskey
And poured their pistols dry
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
Seems you’ve remembered
How to sleep, how to sleep
The house dogs are in your turnips
And your yard dogs are running all over the street
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
“O Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson
Why you close up shop so late?”
“Just fitted out a girl who looked like a bird
Measured .32, .44, .38
I asked that girl which road she was taking
Said she was walking the road of hate
But she stopped on a coal-trolley up to New Haven
Population: 48”
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
Your guns are drunk and smoking
They’ve followed you right back to your gate
Laughing all the way back from the new town
Population, now, 28
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh


~Nick Cave