I Thought sometimes or I read too much

The Sisters Of Mercy - 'Nine While Nine'

And it's passing strange
And I'm waiting for the train
Caught up on this line again
And it's passing slowly
Killing time but it's
Better than living in what will come and I've
Still got some of your letters with me and I
Thought sometimes or I read too much
And I think you know let's
Drink to the dead lying under the water and the
Cost of the blood on the driven snow and the
Lipstick on my cigarettes
Frost upon the window pane
Nine while nine and I'm waiting
For the train.....

She said do you remember a time when angels
Do you remember a time when fear
In the days when I was stronger
In the days when you were here she said
When days had no beginning
While days had no end when
Shadows grew no longer I
Knew no other friend but you
Were wild
You were wild.....

Frost upon these cigarettes
Lipstick on the window pane and I've
Lost all sense of the world outside but I
Can't forget so I call your name and I'm
Looking for a life for me and I'm
Looking for a life for you and I'm
Talking to myself again and it's
So damn cold it's just not true and I'm
Walking through the rain
Trying to hold on waiting for the train and I'm
Only looking for what you want but it's
Lonely here and I think you knew and I'm
And I'm waiting
And I wait in vain
Nine while nine and I'm waiting
For the train.....

και γαμώ τις ποζεριές!

Compilation of clips found on YouTube featuring wavers, goths and Gruftis in the 80's and early 90's.

Background music is "Winterherz (...und der Regen fällt)", the first demo track by German Dark Wave project Farblos.

lets just go from place to place

 

Clam of Xymox  ''Stranger''

No one feeling

we are stranger

when I looked into your eyes

when I looked into your eyes

stranger

the thought to talk

they walk the talk

so lets just go from place to place

and as long as we don't talk from face to face

the stranger

stranger

stranger

my favorite sad story

Rozz Williams - Flowers

 This is my favourite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of
sometimes I just can't face myself
This is my favorite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I guess I'll tuck myself away tonight,
you know it's been one of those days.

Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower
hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.

Well a stem is not a rose,
but that's how my garden grows.
I can't see the forest for the trees,
the stinking poison for disease
Now it's all shot to hell and back again.
I seek redemption for the
same old sins and I fall on my knees,
And I pray that all the poppies they
they will just fade away.
But fields of poppies they remain.
That's how they found me last time, dead

This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of,
sometimes I just won't face myself.
This is my favorite sad story,
forget me not or I'll forget myself
I guess I'll just tuck myself away tonight
you know its been one of those days.

Every pretty flower,
every lovely flower,
every deadly flower,
hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown,
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
wrapped around my mortal coil.

Irises lay in spring mud,
where lovers drown each other's sorrows,
Where lovers dream about tomorrows.
As for me I drown another kind as
sadness runs course through my veins.
Posie wreaths they crown me.
My heart, My heart
I should just fade away, fade away
Like a flower...

give me this day

Give me this day...

I have the faith

(...this day)

is this love ?

(...this day)

(...this day)

hold my hand

(...this day)

bleed for me

give me...this day

(...this day)

Give me this day...

I have the faith

is this love ?

hold my hand

bleed for me

(this day)

give me... this day

our dreams are where the poets go

να ειναι καλα ο κουνελος που μου το θυμησε στην εκπομπαρα του!

We are the Dark Romantics
The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow
We are the Dark Romantics
and our dreams are where the poets go.

The photograph child
holds her head in shame
While the Crystal Wilde
fears a statue with no name

The velvet touch
of the warmest mystery
Is where our kind
welcomes serenity

We are the Dark Romantics
The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow
We are the Dark Romantics
and our dreams are where the poets go.

Your eyes are shut
to the world that we hold dear
You mock the way we paint ourselves
You mock our Theatre tears

We bow in love
I know the Angels smile
Drinking on emotion
Lighting altar fires

We are the Dark Romantics
The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow
We are the Dark Romantics
and our dreams are where the poets go.

Oh, we will be
Passionate, delicate
Oh we can see
all that God has given
It's surreal

The photograph child
holds her head in shame
While the Crystal Wilde
fears a statue with no name

Oh, we are the Dark Romantics
The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow
We are the Dark Romantics
and our dreams are where the poets go.

Oh, we will be
Passionate, delicate
Oh, we can see
all that God has given
It's surreal

We are the Dark Romantics
The Dark Romantics in our candle's glow
We are the Dark Romantics
and our dreams are where the poets go.

The dark romantics
Step away, oh
Step away from me

What you have lost can never be found

 

Γιώργος Φραντζεσκάκης 'Φιλόζωος ή Μισάνθρωπος'

εκδόσεις Μελάνι

''Αν δεν καταφέρεις να γίνεις το πρώτο, μοιραία καταντάς το δεύτερο...''

The Sisterhood - Giving Ground

In the place, through which we wander
Reason turned around
And every fool
Will see his madness drowned
And every truth is swallowed up
By this giving ground

What you have lost can never be found
Words are just dust in deserts of sound
Everything is lost and your choice lies broken
And the truth is drowned

I watch
Surrender
Because I know

Now I know you will not see
The madness we have seen
Now I know you cannot be
All that your fright has been

What you have lost can never be found
Words are just dust in deserts of sound
Everything is lost and your choice lies broken
And the truth is drowned

Words are just dust
I stood but you just could not wait
Behind
Because I know you cannot be
All that your fright has been

What you have lost can never be found
Words are just dust in deserts of sound
Everything is lost and your choice lies broken
And the truth is drowned

Everything is lost in the giving ground
Everything is lost
Everything is lost in the giving ground
Turned around
Reason, turned around
In the giving ground
Ground
In the giving ground
Everything is lost
In the giving ground

This place is death with walls

Through the cables and the underground now
The faceless breathless calls
This is babel, sensurround now
This place is death with walls

Too much contact, no more feeling
The sound around them all
Acid on the floor so she walk on the ceiling
And the body electric flashes on the bathroom wall
And the body electric flashes on the bathroom wall
Crawling to the corners where the idiot children call
See the body flashing on the bathroom wall