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However, many bands have their own caller, often also an instrumentalist; some have two. During an English ceilidh there is often an interval involving the talents of local Morris or rapper side; this also serves to give bands with older members a rest. It is possible to see many diverse and regionally distinct acts at a modern ceilidh. Acts range from the most traditional, like the Old Swan Band , to the most experimental like the electronic dance music influenced Monster Ceilidh Band.
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Decay in the earth of all living things. Just not here, where the cold keeps the flesh safe, maybe not from those ravenous beings,. Sweet Bitter Love. Dearest one, I Love You You don't know how much those three words mean to me they cut deeper than any swords etching your name in my blood my DNA screaming for your touch And so I try!
How blood flows. Yellow Man. A Romanticist's Drean. How have I already been through loss, yet not love? When I awake. Street lamps and the last train speeding through ringing its arupt and startling bell "clear the way" it says to an empty road The night is dead. Traits, beha. Talking To My Echo. I can't hold on, I can't let go I keep on breathing But each breath is suffocating. My heart keeps pounding But in my own blood, I'm sinking. Through the hollows, into the grey Across the rolling hills of pain Run all night till the darkest day. When shadows behind the mists play Charge forward to the silent rain.
How Many Times. How many times, Do we have to die?
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How many times, Does our blood have to fall? How many times, Will mothers bury their children?
Who is he? Who is that man?
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Hot damn! Now he walks with million dollar pants Bring forth the second coming! Till you've lost it.
And then you lose it. And it suddenly becomes the most important thing.
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The Things I Didn't Do. Nervous pangs and tattering thoughts The impending terror of my dreams lay before me. Psychology tells physiology to shut its mouth but biology gives in: Close my eyes and count to three. Truths and Fallacies. Only when a lion is poked and prodded does it turn and roar. Only when a whisper is spat on and silenced does it turn into a scream.
Only when a life is faced with death does it become meaningful. Mortis Angelus. Thus the Reaper picked up his tools, He took to his hands the metals forged in blood, He reached for the scythe with anger and wrath, According to his oath he upheld his mantle.
Looking towards the foggy moors,. There was a time when these mind crimes Led to some prime rhymes With a fine line between "I'm fine" and "Am I dying? Death, death, all around. Not making a peep, not making a sound. It's not death coming for me that I fear. To live a life without someone you love is scary. I In angry lines they crawl along the road The blood and sweat drenching their worn soles, Their barracks built with bullet holes Now walk the soiled highways home.
Is Death So Final? I sometimes sit and wonder What death would be like. If you can feel everything, hear everything. Because of Death. Death is not a concept yet formed in the mind of a child, until she wakes up one morning: fatherless; and she is forced to understand it, too quickly, too soon. He died when I was five years old,. The Afterlife. Watching, waiting, The sun rising. Breathing, falling, The sun crying. Upon the horizon, I know it is here.
Dear Daddy. Hi daddy. Remember this morning when you left for work You promised to come play with me when you got home.
I set up the teacups and food for us with mommy Oh! Dead One. Taking the things I love For me being naught but a fool For I was too young Not knowing the realities of this world But stuck in my own world. God's Plan. Letter From Death Row. Dear Roxanne, Squeals of joy, moans of pleasure, silence of sorrow; Hot chocolates, scrambled eggs, sticky ice-cream cones; Pillow fights, impassioned dance, heated arguments;. A year ago Loss turned grief took you from me Today. And then three years later and look at us now..