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Der Knabe im Moor

O schaurig ist’s übers Moor zu gehn,
Wenn es wimmelt vom Heiderauche,
Sich wie Phantome die Dünste drehn
Und die Ranke häkelt am Strauche,
Unter jedem Tritte ein Quellchen springt,
Wenn aus der Spalte es zischt und singt,
O schaurig ist’s übers Moor zu gehn,
Wenn das Röhricht knistert im Hauche!
 
Fest hält die Fibel das zitternde Kind
Und rennt, als ob man es jage;
Hohl über die Fläche sauset der Wind –
Was raschelt drüben am Hage?
Das ist der gespenstische Gräberknecht,
Der dem Meister die besten Torfe verzecht;
Hu, hu, es bricht wie ein irres Rind!
Hinducket das Knäblein zage.
 
Vom Ufer starret Gestumpf hervor,
Unheimlich nicket die Föhre,
Der Knabe rennt, gespannt das Ohr,
Durch Riesenhalme wie Speere;
Und wie es rieselt und knittert darin!
Das ist die unselige Spinnerin,
Das ist die gebannte Spinnlenor’,
Die den Haspel dreht im Geröhre!
 
Voran, voran! nur immer im Lauf,
Voran, als woll’ es ihn holen!
Vor seinem Fuße brodelt es auf,
Es pfeift ihm unter den Sohlen
Wie eine gespenstige Melodei;
Das ist der Geigemann ungetreu,
Das ist der diebische Fiedler Knauf,
Der den Hochzeitheller gestohlen!
 
Da birst das Moor, ein Seufzer geht
Hervor aus der klaffenden Höhle;
Weh, weh, da ruft die verdammte Margret:
“Ho, ho, meine arme Seele!”
Der Knabe springt wie ein wundes Reh;
Wär’ nicht Schutzengel in seiner Näh’,
Seine bleichenden Knöchelchen fände spät
Ein Gräber im Moorgeschwele.
 
Da mählich gründet der Boden sich,
Und drüben, neben der Weide,
Die Lampe flimmert so heimatlich,
Der Knabe steht an der Scheide.
Tief atmet er auf, zum Moor zurück
Noch immer wirft er den scheuen Blick:
Ja, im Geröhre war’s fürchterlich,
O schaurig war’s in der Heide!
 

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Palms

I'd crawl into your lap if I could
If you were larger and I was smaller
I'd curl into your palm
All nestled there
All night long
 
I know I'm not the one that you wanted
You're not the woman I was dreaming of
But God gives us angels just to leave us haunted
And in love
And in love
And in love
 
Somewhere up above there is singing
It's one of those days when the sky is the ground
It feels like you're falling, but really you are flying
Into the sound
Into the sound
Into the sound
Into the sound
 

Elixir

Better hold your
Breath
Don't say a prayer for me
Leave me to rest
Drink half an OE then fill it with OJ and drink up the rest
I am alone
I, I, I, I want a place to call home
Aye
You're not alone
I weep a lot more than I like to show
 
Sick of givin' a fuck about the number of times somebody click a bunch of words in blue on top of a line
I never wanted to be a slave to vanity but now look at me I'mma piece of daddy I never wanted to be and I'm
Trynna find my way to the top of a mountain
But I cannot escape here alive
Maybe I'mma die all alone in the fountain
You cut me and left me to die
 
Blackmage
Tat on my face
Black balaclava it cover my face
Burn sage
All in this place
Cleansin' and washin' away all the hate
John Dee
Reincarnated
I'm Aleister Crowley on his worst of days
Stay away
All of you bitches that want me to slay you but can't take the pain
 
I don't worship Satan I'm just sayin' that we get along
 
When I was a lil jit I used to think that I was never gonna ever be shit
Now I'm grown
And I still don't know which way I'm goin'
Life's a bitch, aye
When I am gone
Summon my soul
Tie me to the floor
Don't let me go
Do what you want
I'm one with my ghost
 
Fuck...
I don't got a thing that I wouldn't leave to be 6 feet deep
Find me a top of a mountain and let me just conjure up something to help me
 

Tears For Lamont

Now and again I crave a Lover's brew
despite the bitter note that follows through
close my eyes and taste the fantasy
knowing well and good it does deceive
 
But dawn it coaxes certain phrases out
turn on the light 'fore magic burneth out
and in the dark you'll see what's meant to be
is only marrow's error and a plea
 
To fall away
leave me in an almost state of grace
and when it's through
I'll be just another ghost of you
 
Now as it is we'll part as deities do
we'll kiss and pay respect where love is due
because we've reached the edge of paradise
before we've tasted fruit that does entice
 
We'll fall away
leave me in an almost state of grace
and when it's through
I'll be just another ghost of you
 
But then I think of just how brave you are
a child that's never fallen down too hard
and I'm inclined to love you anyway
and pray for bits of whimsy in heartache
 
So fall away
leave me in an almost state of grace
and when it's through
I'll be just another ghost of you
fall away
leave me in an almost state of grace...
 

...Meltdown

It's your future
 
This is gonna change everything!
This is gonna change everything!
This is gonna change everything!
 
System meltdown
 
Stand up!
How we gonna get through this alive?
Get through this alive
It's not too late, it's not too late
 
Stand up!
How we gonna get out this alive?
Get out of this alive
It's not too late, it's not too late
 
Stand up!
How we gonna get through this alive?
Get through this alive
It's not too late, it's not too late
 
Stand up!
Countries are just lines
Drawn in the sand
 
Inside this sick foundation
We've had the realisation
Inside this sick foundation
We've had the revelation
 
Fuck all borders and fuck all boundaries
Fuck all flags and fuck nationalities
 
You've got to give us a chance before we reach our
System meltdown
 
Stand up!
How we gonna get through this alive?
Get through this alive
It's not too late, it's not too late
 
Stand up!
How we gonna get out this alive?
Get out of this alive
It's not too late, it's not too late
 
Stand up!
How we gonna get through this alive?
Get through this alive
It's not too late, it's not too late
 
Countries are just lines
Drawn in the sand with a stick
 
Inside this sick foundation
We've had the realisation
Inside this sick foundation
We've had the revelation
 
We begin to learn to smile again
Start to walk that extra mile again
'Cause I know that we are one
 
It's not too late, it's not too late
 
Stand up!
It's not too late, it's not too late
 
Fear begins to vanish when we realise
That countries are just lines
Drawn in the sand with a stick