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Hän ei enää miettinyt meitä

Viime kesänä kaikki ketä tunsin, erosi
Minä olin olkapäänä, tiesin osani
Kun koitin sanoa, itsensä on pakko kasata
Että ei saa alkaa mihinkään, kostoon kipeään
Lupasin, hänen onnensa onni on mun
Pysähdyin, kun sen kuitenkin näin

Hän ei enää miettinyt meitä
Jonkun muun kanssa käy valoisaa kadun puolta
Hän ei enää miettinyt meitä
Jonkun muun kanssa käy valoisaa kadun puolta

Toissa kesänä, me oltiin yksi monista
Jotka kahlasivat halki eronsa, työ vei veronsa
Ensin kaikki sen edestä, ja silti kokonaan nyt takana
Toivon että ihmismerestä, molemmat löytäis omansa
Pysähdyin, varjoon viileään katselemaan
Sydänääniä kuuntelemaan

Hän ei enää miettinyt meitä
Jonkun muun kanssa käy valoisaa kadun puolta
Hän ei enää miettinyt meitä
Jonkun muun kanssa käy valoisaa kadun puolta

Taivas kun päättyy, alkaa avaruus
Rakkauden jälkeen, musta ikuisuus
Pitkä tuntematon uusi aika

Hän ei enää miettinyt meitä
Jonkun muun kanssa käy valoisaa kadun puolta
Hän ei enää miettinyt meitä
Jonkun muun kanssa käy valoisaa kadun puolta

Enemmän sanat lyrics artistin: Jesse Kaikuranta


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Enemmän sanat lyrics

Forgive Me Father

My despair
Sacred pages tell
What will happen
Fate will bring me there
I could never lead you
There is freedom to believe before the
Final prayer, final prayer, bring me there
There is no escape
 
(May god forgive me
I'm going to leave this world alone
Please forgive me
I'm going to turn you into stone
Please believe him
So you can hear me
No one will die on your cause
Not for someone like you)
 
The end is here
My final prayer
They live in fear
Do you even care?
Not for you for my salvation
Leaving me in my damnation’s
Final days, final days, losing faith
Drown my sins away
 
(May god forgive me
I'm going to leave this world alone
Please forgive me
I'm going to turn you into stone
Please believe him
So you can hear me
All of the faith that I've lost was
To someone like you)
 
To someone like you
I wouldn't die
For someone like you
I wouldn’t kill
For someone like you
I wouldn't die
Why would he die for you?
Why would he die for someone like you?
 

The Highwayman

PART ONE
 
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
 
He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
 
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
 
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s red-lipped daughter.
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—
 
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”
 
He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
 
PART TWO
 
He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching—
Marching—marching—
King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
 
They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead.
But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
 
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast!
“Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
 
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
 
The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love’s refrain.
 
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.
 
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light.
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.
 
He turned. He spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
 
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
 
. . .
 
And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding—
Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
 
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
 

(Morpheus) The Dreamlord

I was sailling in the sea of lethargy
upon an empty dream
when land appeared
and filled the endless horizon.
White pilars from marble
deep into a garden
were shining like guiding stars.
 
The Dreamlord
 
A frozen voice from inside
poured out in my dreamworld
the voice of Morpheus :
'Taste the fruit of knowledge
drink the juice of wisdom
and you'll see what eyes can't see'
 
The Dreamlord
 
'You have reached UTOPIA'
 
In the garden of illusions
encircled from the pillars
I found my idol
but clouds filled the purple sky
and shed their crystal tears
and the idol became muddy.
 
The Dreamlord
 
'The right explanation of symbols
depends on you.
The sun will send me away
 
In the
place where the idol was,
appeared a white flower.
 

Catfish Blues

Well I wish, I was a catfish
Swimmin' in the deep blue sea
I'd have all you good-looking women
Fishin' after me
Fishin' after me
Fishin' after me
Oh well
Ow well
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Well I went down
To my baby's house
And I sat alone on her steps
And she said a come on in, come on in, come on in outcha man and just your love
outcha man and just your love
I just now left
I just now left
sure enough
sure enough

Yeah,
Well theres two
Two trains runnin
But theres not a one thats goin' my way
You know there's a, one train running at midnight
The other one leave just 'fore day
Leave just 'fore day
Oh well
Yeah
I roll and I tumble
Practic'ly all night long
I roll and I tumble
Practic'ly all night long
Well, my baby don't treat me well
? ?
Yeah