best sunday dress by Hole
BEST SUNDAY DRESS
1995
Put on my best sunday dress
and i walk straight into this mess of mine
Put on my best sunday dress
and i walk straight into this mess....
Watching you burn....ahh ahh
Watching you burn....ahh ahh
Watching you burn....ahh ahh
Watching you burn....ahh
Pale blue eyes so young
Pale blue eyes so far away
Watch me with his sorrow
Forgive me all his pain
Ive come here to confess
To the wind and the rain and the glorious fame
And ive come here all undressed
For the numb and the dumb and they all the same the name
That you burn....ahh ahh
Watching you burn....ahh ahh
Watching you burn....ahh ahh
Watching you burn....ahh
Pale blue eyes so dumb
Pale blue eyes so far away
Take him too the river
Forgive us all his pain
ooh ooh im coming undone, he comes from the cold mine
I see you shine like a diamond
And curse us all goodnight
Put on my best sunday dress
and i walk straight into this mess off mine
and ive come here all undressed
all the posion and pain and i take what is mine
and you burn....ahh ahh
that you burn....ahh
Pale blue eyes so young
Pale blue eyes so far away
Take me too his sorrow
Forgive us all his pain
WATCHING YOU BURN....AHH AHH(put on my best Sunday dress)
WATCHING YOU BURN....AHH AHH
WATCHING YOU BURN....YEAH AH(put on my best Sunday dress)
WATCHING YOU BURN....AHH AHH
WATCHING YOU BURN....AHH AHH(put on my best Sunday dress)
WATCHING YOU BURN....AHH AHH
WATCHING YOU BURN....YEAH AHH(put on my best Sunday dress)
Put on my best sunday dress........
HOLE.Courtney Love
Hair lyrics by PJ Harvey & pics by Emmet Gowin Ruth, Danville, Virginia, 1968
HAIR (PJ Harvey)
samson the strength that's in your arms oh to be your stunning bride
samson your hair
glistening
like sun oh would that it were mine
samson your hair that's in my hands i'll keep it safe you're mine
he said 'wait'! 'wait delilah my babe you lied in my face you cut off my hair you lied in my bed'
samson you'll stay with your 'lilah i hold you in my hands your hairy
strength
my man my man
samson the strength that's in your arms oh to be your stunning bride
samson your hair
glistening
like sun oh would that it were mine
samson your hair that's in my hands i'll keep it safe you're mine
he said 'wait'! 'wait delilah my babe you lied in my face you cut off my hair you lied in my bed'
samson you'll stay with your 'lilah i hold you in my hands your hairy
strength
my man my man
L'horloge de Charles Baudelaire
L'Horloge
Horloge! dieu sinistre, effrayant, impassible,
Dont le doigt nous menace et nous dit: "Souviens-toi!
Les vibrantes Douleurs dans ton coeur plein d'effroi
Se planteront bientôt comme dans une cible;
Le Plaisir vaporeux fuira vers l'horizon
Ainsi qu'une sylphide au fond de la coulisse;
Chaque instant te dévore un morceau du délice
A chaque homme accordé pour toute sa saison.
Trois mille six cents fois par heure, la Seconde
Chuchote: Souviens-toi! - Rapide, avec sa voix
D'insecte, Maintenant dit: Je suis Autrefois,
Et j'ai pompé ta vie avec ma trompe immonde!
Remember! Souviens-toi! prodigue! Esto memor!
(Mon gosier de métal parle toutes les langues.)
Les minutes, mortel folâtre, sont des gangues
Qu'il ne faut pas lâcher sans en extraire l'or!
Souviens-toi que le Temps est un joueur avide
Qui gagne sans tricher, à tout coup! c'est la loi.
Le jour décroît; la nuit augmente; souviens-toi!
Le gouffre a toujours soif; la clepsydre se vide.
Tantôt sonnera l'heure où le divin Hasard,
Où l'auguste Vertu, ton épouse encor vierge,
Où le Repentir même (oh! la dernière auberge!),
Où tout te dira Meurs, vieux lâche! il est trop tard!"
Charles Baudelaire
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