…I close my eyes, the lantern dies The scent of awakening, wild-honey and dew Childhood games, woods and lakes Streams of silver, toys of olden days Meadows of Heaven The flowers of wonder and the hidden treasures In…

…Love's the Funeral Of Hearts And an ode for cruelty, When angels cry blood On flowers of evil in bloom, The Funeral Of Hearts And a plea for mercy, When love is a gun Separating me from you. She was the sun shining…

…Covered the carcass of time with flowers To send the scent of blame to the grave Set the darkest thoughts on fire And watched the ashes climb to heaven's gates We hide behind the crimson door While the summer is killed…

…UNIVERSUMES OF THE EARTH. THERE IS JUST ONE OF US, SKILLS, WHAT PEOPLE HAVE, ARE HIDDEN AND COST MUCH. YOU CAN STRENGTEN THEM, LIKE THE WEAKER FLAME. THOSE ARE LIKE FLOWERS, WHICH FOLLOW THE DAYLIGHT AND SHINE, LIKE THE…

…Ridin′ on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail 15 cars and 15 restless riders Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along…

…I just saw Michael Monroe,in some tapas place, he lives here in my city, we see often his face, he has hade a global career, he is a rich man, he still flyes to London,to pick up the prizes. I remember of seeing him in…

…heavy heavy like under like take hold of the night heavy heavy dark and sweet pressing down whispers grow from the ground bed time story falling all the flowers bloom follow or fall down keep your dreams from fellow…

…I AM RUNNING OUT OF THE CITY, TO TAKE A REST, TO TAKE MY OWN TIME, ALSO SOME PRIME TIME. I HAVE SPEND A SUMMER IN THE CITY, WORKING AS A FREELANCE, TO SEE HOW YOU DANCE, I LOVE YOU ANYWAY, THERE IS A NEW STORY, TO TAKE…

…Divided we stand in the light of a frozen sun Cursing the Gods we have become We steal the fire from a sacred heart And bleed the wine unholy We fall in love with the serpent's song And fear nothing In the nightside of…