Τρίτη, 29 Ιουνίου 2010

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Ophelia was a bride of God
A novice Carmelite
In sister cells
The cloister bells tolled on her wedding night

Ophelia was the rebel girl
A blue stocking suffragette
Who remedied society between her cigarettes

And Ophelia was the sweetheart
To a nation overnight
Curvaceous thighs
Vivacious eyes
Love was at first sight
Love was at first sight...
Love...

Ophelia was a demigoddess
In pre-war Babylon
So statuesque
A silhouette
In black satin evening gowns

Ophelia was the mistress to
A Vegas gambling man
Signora Ophelia Maraschina
Mafia courtesan

Ophelia was the circus queen
The female cannonball
Projected through five flaming hoops
To wild and shocked applause
To wild and shocked applause

Ophelia was a tempest cyclone
A goddamn hurricane
Your common sense, your best defense
They wasted, and in vain

For Ophelia 'd know your every woe
And every pain you'd ever had
She'd sympathize and dry your eyes
Help you to forget...
And help you to forget

And help you to forget

Ophelia's mind went wandering
You'd wonder where she goes
Through secret doors down corridors
She'd wander there alone
All alone

"Es kostet mich keine kleine Krise die Verunreinigung und das
Suechtige aus meinem Leben auszuschliessen"

"compondo musica , en un estado de ecstases"

"Ce fut une enfance sans rire, sans larme"

"fuerza de vida , de vida"

"Mein Vater ist ein Architekt"

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