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White Box Requiem (Jandek) · Requiem of One (Disown) · Lovers' Requiem (I Am Ghost) · Give Us Rest Or (A Requiem Mass in C [The Happiest of All Keys]) (David Crowder) · Requiem for a Dream (Christian Death) · Requiem for a Dream (Clint Mansell) · Requiem for a Dream: The Remix Project (Kronos Quartet) · Requiem (Bathory) · Lovers' Requiem (I Am Ghost) · Cosmic Requiem (Cathedral) – and 90 other albums »


Glitter in and fiend
Some are chavy like a requiem
In Denim and Leopardskin

I visualise the flashbacks
School, home cross obsess
Heart is too much
Requiem aeternam, requiem aeternam
Mama, mama, forget your pies
Have faith they won't get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag
I'll find my holy grail
In the holy land

Returning of the miracles
It's my own requiem
The jester's tears
They are inside me
Agony's the script
miss
A requiem won't change your fate

Lost and they set you free
Concerned by what they'd see
And you begged on bended knee
Still they let you
veined. I saw it burn.
With a wintry storm-blown sigh,
A silver cloud blew right on by.
And, taking in the morning, I sang
O Requiem.

Well, my lady
outfit, big pith helmet
Silk pyjamas, no elastic
Big pith helmet that she came by
Somewhere on the Bakerloo line
Have you seen her silk pyjamas?
She was
walk if your feet don't know the way

[Chorus]
And requiem for a dying song
With a shimmy and a shank from a futile war
And the sun that lights
Streamline, goldmine, nighttime, summertime, feeling fine
Saturation point is reached by nine
Your circulation elevated mine
I was a bar room
In the holy land
Ref.:
Returning of the miracles
It's my own requiem
The jester's tears
They are inside me
Agony's the script for my requiem
Returning
day
To not let the past pass away

It's up to you
Now that you understand
To take those arms by the hand

'Cause you can see it coming
You can
the dark
He was born of the whore
but was forged by wrath
And he was lusting for more

Born at Zins earthdawn
the halo of the chosen
foreshadowed
buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
To be leaned
erit
Requiem...

(Rest...
Lord, have mercy
By the help of Thy grace
May they be enabled to escape the judgement
Grant them to pass over from death
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
Turning your heart red
A requiem to celebrate, you

Words I can not understand
Shrieks in my moment of pain
Imposter hides behind a mask
My words
ghosts come out to socialize

Now don't close your eyes
And don't try to hide
Or a silly spook may sit by your side
Shrouded in a daft disguise
They
me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him?

Let us dance beneath
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions?
'Cause I met a boy who went through one of your sessions
In his blue velour and silk
You
you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions?
'Cause I met a boy who went through one of your sessions
In his blue velour and silk
You
Where did I see those eyes?
Why do I feel your heat?
How do I know your name?
When did we ever meet?

Did you just pass me by?
When did I smell
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes

My mind was young until she grew
My secret thoughts known only by the few
It was a dream much to real
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,
first wandered down into town
I was both proud and shy, as I felt every eye
And in every shop window I primped passing by
Then in manner of fashion,