's something in our hearts worth fighting for Some Secrets better left untold And when the time has come for us to die We'll take the Secrets to the grave
: There was light and atomic fission swelling wind rising ash tide of black rain cement seared shawdow traces reminiscent of their last commands
: oh my dear friend my dear friend giorgio how has this time breton discouraged your liaison with the eye styled metaphysical incongruous scenarios
: Like a weasel in the clover you tilt toss pop turn over sit down! tremble and weave like a moth by flame deceived sit down! spill with your words
: In the cruel garrison of affection if worth of lore is true you know the face of a temptress pit viper a witch or enchantress pit viper with
: Frail hinges pivot on a case's door commemorative souvenirs from places containers change with occasion cellophane encased displaying paper
: Bent double like old beggars in sacks knockkneed and cursing or coughing like hags men marched on sleeping some without boots fatigue drunken deaf
: Honor salute and speak to the corner standing flag do you remember how the days of school were indivisible separate worlds compare contrast these
: There were women holding rosaries on the day manolete died teenage girls in soft white dresses standing silent peace respecting groups of boys
: She borders the pavement flanks avenues parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a rose
: Greta's cedar hope chest is full of pamphlets glass shelves of romantic vignettes a journal laced with sedimentary prose norma gathers and collects
(a bigger things) Hey! rastafari will never bow in this judgement hall hey! (you mad) Unno betta know, tell dem this [Verse 1:] Seh hidden secret are
sens si bien Puis tes yeux s'envolent et me laissent Et je n'ai plus rien Qu'un reflet de toi Tu es loin deja Je ne connais pas Tous les secrets
si bien Puis tes yeux s'envolent et me laissent Et je n'ai plus rien Qu'un reflet de toi Tu es loin deja ah ah Je ne connais pas tous les secrets
: They move too fast are the words behind your teeth there give and go of most your memories But I'm not the one that they need pray for If I've got
: Across the floor in the hand of where we drove the drill a cautious ear to the mouth of your confession think of all the things we put him through
: [phone rings] [woman walks to phone and picks up] [woman:] Hello. [music begins] [Man:] Hello Apollo. Where should I begin?
