Donizetti's Lucia di Lammermoor Metropolitan Opera of New York Lucia - Natalie Dessay Enrico - Mariusz Kwiecien Conducted by James Levine

Mariella Devia and Renato Brusson in part 1 of the Act 1, scene 3 letter scene filmed at La Scala in Milan in 1992.

PARTE 1 Amadeu Gois - barítono Berenice Barreira - soprano Márcio Gomes - piano Mauro Wrona - direção Duetto: Il pallor funesto, orrendo Lucia di Lammermoor, Gaetano Donizetti Theatro São Pedro São Paulo, SP 27.11.2007

PARTE 2 Amadeu Gois - barítono Berenice Barreira - soprano Márcio Gomes - piano Mauro Wrona - direção Duetto: Il pallor funesto, orrendo Lucia di Lammermoor, Gaetano Donizetti Theatro São Pedro São Paulo, SP 27.11.2007

Live telecast

Lucia - Natalie Dessay Edgardo - Giuseppe Filianoti Enrico - Gabriele Viviani Raimondo - Oren Gradus Alisa - Cybele-Teresa Gouverneur Normanno - Matthew O'Neill Arturo - Andrew Bidlack Conductor - Jean-Yves Ossonce San Francisco Opera 20th June 2008

Donizetti: Lucia di Lammermoor Lucia: Christiane Boesiger Enrico: Andrew Golder (from rehearsal, singers may mark (not always full voice)

Pod poem project.

Diana's tennis practice is doing great things for her... with the GIANT exception of her tan lines.

Lucia di Lammermoor at the met 8th march 2008 Conducted by Lames Levine

royal oak

Ludovic Tezier/Ramon Vargas RODRIGO: È lui!... desso... l'Infante! DON CARLO: O mio Rodrigo! Sei tu! sei tu, che stringo al seno? RODRIGO: Altezza! O mio prence e signor! DON CARLO: E il ciel che a me t'invia nel mio dolor, Angiol consolator! RODRIGO: L'ora suonò; te chiama il popolo fiammingo! Soccorrer tu lo dêi; ti fa suo salvator! Ma che vid'io! quale pallor, qual pena!... Un lampo di dolor sul ciglio tuo balena! Muto sei tu!... Sospiri! Hai tristo il cor! (Con trasporto d'affetto) Carlo mio, con me dividi Il tuo pianto, il tuo dolor! DON CARLO: Mio salvator, mio fratel, mio fedele, Lascia ch'io pianga in seno a te! RODRIGO: Versami in cor il tuo strazio crudele, L'anima tua non sia chiusa per me! Parla! DON CARLO: Il vuoi tu? La mia sventura apprendi, E qual orrendo strale Il cor mi trapassò! Amo... d'insano amor... Elisabetta! RODRIGO: (inorridito): Tua madre! Giusto ciel! DON CARLO: Quale pallor! Lo sguardo chini al suol! Ahi! tristo me, Tu stesso, o mio Rodrigo, T'allontani da me? RODRIGO: No!... no, Rodrigo Ancora t'ama! Io tel posso giurar. Soffri? per me l'universo dispar! Questo arcano dal Re non fu sorpreso ancora? DON CARLO: No. RODRIGO: Ottien dunque da lui di partir per la Fiandra. Taccia il tuo cor, - degna di te Opra farai, - apprendi omai In mezzo a gente oppressa a divenir un Re! DON CARLO: Ti seguirò, fratello. RODRIGO: (odesi il suono d'una campana): Ascolta! il santo asil s'apre già; qui verranno Filippo e la Regina. DON CARLO: Elisabetta! RODRIGO: Rinfranca accanto a me lo spirto che vacilla! Serena ancor tua stella in alto brilla. Domanda al ciel dei forti la virtù! DON CARLO E RODRIGO: Dio che nell'alma infondere Amor volesti e speme, Desio nel core accendere Tu déi di libertà. Giuriam insiem di vivere E di morire insieme; In terra, in ciel congiungere Ci può la tua bontà. RODRIGO: S'inoltrano. DON CARLO: Oh terror! Al sol vederla io tremo! (Filippo, conducendo Elisabetta, appare in mezzo ai Frati. Rodrigo s'è allontanato da Don Carlo che s'inchina innanzi al Re cupo e sospettoso. Egli cerca di frenar la sua emozione. Elisabetta trasale nel riveder Don Carlo. Il Re e la Regina si avanzano, e vanno verso la cappella ov'é la tomba di Carlo V, dinanzi alla quale Filippo s'inginocchia per un istante a capo scoperto; quindi prosegue il suo cammino colla Regina) IL CORO (di dentro nel mentre passa il Re): Carlo il sommo imperatore Non è più che muta polve: Del celeste suo fattore L'alma altera or trema al piè. RODRIGO: Coraggio! DON CARLO: Ei la fe' sua! Sventura! Io l'ho perduta! RODRIGO: Vien presso a me; più forte il core avrai! DON CARLO E RODRIGO (con entusiasmo): Insiem vivremo, e moriremo insieme!

Tren de los Heridos by Miguel Hernandez Silence that shipwrecks in the silence of the closed mouths of the night. It doesn't stop being quiet, not even as its path is crossed. It speaks the suffocated language of the dead. Silence. It opens paths of deep cotton, gags the wheels, the watches, stops the voice of the sea, of the dove, emotes the night of dreams. Silence. The train raining with flowing blood, the fragile train of those that bleed, the silent, the suffering, the pale: the hushed train of sufferings. Silence. Train of the mortal pallor that increases: the pallor reviews the heads, the "Ay!", the voice, the heart, the earth, the heart of those who were badly wounded. Silence. They go spilling out legs, arms, eyes, they go throwing fragments about the train. They pass leaving signs of bitterness, another Milky Way of starry members. Silence. Hoarse train, faint, turned red; the coal agonizes, the smoke sighs, and maternally, the machine sighs, advances like a long discouragement. Silence. She would like to stop down in a tunnel, the long mother, stretched out to sob. There are no stations wherein to stop, unless the hospital, unless the breast. To live, one piece is enough: in a corner of flesh can fit a man. Just a finger, just a piece of wing lifts off the flight of the whole body. Silence. Stop that agonizing train that never finishes cruising the night. And even the horse remains unshod, and gets sand in its hoof and its breath.

"Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured If they bring Thee Pleasure somehow..." Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she'd known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover's seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel's warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel's warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Cruelty and the beast Cruelty and the beast Cruelty and the beast EEEGAAAAAAAAHHHH! . . . Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss From the bowels of the . . . ABYSS! . . .

From the "Cruelty and the beast" album. Lyrics: Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she'd known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover's seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel's warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel's warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss From the bowels of the abyss

Composer(s): Adrian Thaws/Andrew "Mushroom" Vowles/Grantley Marshall/Robert "3D" del Naja/Robert Locke/Tim Norfolk ---------------------------------- 3D Sitting in my day care, the art is deco painted Blessed by the drink Upon the corner's where we've seen it Chased by the plaintiff Haunted by the medium Too high to flow toward to break the tedium Glow from my TV set was blue like neon Activated the remote I put the BBC on I've seen this city somewhere I'm looking out for no-one Pallor in my eye it get blue like neon Tricky Hell is round the corner where I shelter Isms and schisms we're living on a skelter If you believe I'll deceive then common sense says shall you receive Let me take you down the corridors of my life And when you walk, do you walk to your preference No need to answer till I take further evidence I seem to need a reference to get residence A reference to your preference to say I'm a good neighbour I trudge so judge me for my labour I walk in a bar and immediately I sense danger You look at me, girl, as if I was some kind of a A total stranger 3D Hysterical, ecstatical no matter, call me stags Hard to get a drink or a girl to relax Upon phono, no go zone I go through Aching awaits just to relocate you Kill us with your fist Now baby mix it with me You see me function better when I get approximately High by my technical flyby I function better with the sun in my eyes So goodbye Tricky Take a second of me you beckon I'll be And when you're sad I'll mourn And when you tear I'm torn Take a second of me Take a second of me I stand firm for our soil I lick a rock off foil So reduce me, seduce me Dress me up in Stüssy Show me and I'll stick em Will you be my victim Take a second of me 3D Mad over you, mad over me, an analogy Baby tagging up up all of my stationary Sitting in my daycare, media dego painted Colliding with the jam Until the drink got dated Window indigo when they go boom I run inside my room No sense you can trust me Climb on my sofa Roll in a daydream Spliff make daddy go sleep-a-trip dream

My diplomacy, my security, my hope and my ice-cream My tomorrow and my temperature, my lips and my selfishness My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration My notebook and my limit, my importance and my glycerine My customer, my function, my lawlessness, my charm My hunger, my refusal, my tissue and my vodka My ommission, my ability, my telephone and my holler My relaxing, my distress, my bedroom, my cassette My diction and my pulse, my fortune and my death My flake and my restlessness, my headache and my dirt My paper and my charity, my rose and my pallor My guess and my closet, my light 'n' my time My worry, my perversity, my transgression My temptation and my polythene, my gunshot [click] My jealousy and my water My demands 'n' my angels 'n' my waiting 'n' my distance My death, my curtness, my insulin, my memory My partner 'n' my sadness, my story, my wantoness My wish, my despair, my erasure, my plantation My white chocolate, my thoughtlessness, my gracelessness My courage and my crying, my pockets 'n' my mistakes My body and my sex, my gaze and my helplessness My letter, my sugar, my homework, my walk My records, my smile and my struggle My reflection, my eyelid, my fragility, my discretion My hair, my austerity, my tattoo, my demise My fooling and my terror, my problem and my judgement Oh my disguise, my tongue My ownership, my formula, my property, my thought, my razor My blessing and my silence, my lust and my practice My sincerity, my penecillin, my window and my androgyny My mother, my recorder, my pity and my posing My light, my carelessness, my drummer, my drummer, my drummer, my drummer My tenderness 'n' my car, my undoing and my history My bottle and my drugs, my drugs, my drugs Tomorrow, my temperature, my lips and my selfishness My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration, my notebook [breath] My limit, my importance, my glycerine, my customer, my function My lawlessness, my charm and my hunger My refusal, my tissue, my vodka, my admission [instrumental break = sax perfection my Jamie Talbot] My ability and my telephone, my holler, my relaxing My distress and my bedroom, my restlessness, my headache My dirt, my paper, charity, my rose My pallor, my guess and my closet, my light 'n' my time, my worry, my perversity My transgression honey, my temptation honey My polythene, my jealousy My water, my demands, my angels My waiting, my distance, my death, my curtness, my insulin My memory, my partner, my refrigerator My sadness, my story, my wantoness, my skipping My wish and my despair, my erasure, my plantation, my chocolate My thoughtlessness, my gracelessness, my courage and my crying My pockets, my homework Like lions after slumber in unvanquishable number Oh Yeah B-side of "Sweetest Girl", Rough Trade RT091, 1981. no, Green doesn't say "my dick, my clitoris", on the last verse, now does he (?) ....one of the best sax breaks in a pop single ever c/o Jamie Talbot.

One-Picture Video of Agalloch's "Falling Snow". Enjoy. Main Website: http://www.agalloch.org/ Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/agalloch The water pours its embracing arms around the stone. Decay drips from the unquiet void, Where the ice forms, Where life ends. The stone is by the crimson flood, Swallowed. The red tide beyond the ebony, Contorted. My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory. A wave to end all time. Red birds escape from my wounds, And return as falling snow. To sweep the landscape, A wind haunted, Wings without bodies. The snow, the bitter snowfall. You want to die in her pale arms, Crystalline... To become an ode to silence. In the soul of a mountain of birds, Fallen... The cascading pallor, Of ghostless feather. The snow has fallen and raised this white mountain, On which you will die and fade away in silence... Album: Ashes Against the Grain Year: 2006

The legendary Raceway Park in Englishtown, New Jersey, earned its reputation by being a first class race facility staging outstanding events in style. However, it's best known for its laughing radio logo. If you listened to AM grew up in the NYC or Philly area a few years ago, it will bring back memories. Another RadXSports video with hosts Tony Lanza and Natalie Siepman from Belleayre Mountain, New York's Winter Snowpark.

Who said there's no powder in the east? In October? Belleayre Mountain had more than 2 feet of it on the summit two days before Halloween, sooo... Trick or Tracks. Welcome to Winter, everybody. Skiing with your friends a month before Thanksgiving, what can be better? Another RadXSports video.

(Gay content) I hope you still believe ! Music from 90's band Toad The Wet Sprocket. A song called Don't Fade from their Coil album. Probably not the sort of message they intended but I hope they don't mind. Lyrics : (by Glen Phillips) Lead me well, don't clear my way Fascinating how the pallor can stay upon your face When you are light, like a little boy, serene like. Flying kites and shouting to the world your joy Don't fade, you're staying here with me Don't fade, I need to know that someone still believes Look around, see for yourself He led us down, to the waters edge we knelt Petals in the lake and red upon my face She's crying as we pray And it all comes down to money again How could you forsake the love of god that way Don't fade, you're staying here with me Don't fade, I need to know that someone still believes

ANTHEM FOR DOOMED YOUTH by WILFRED OWEN read by Sam Dastor What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, -- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall; Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk, a drawing-down of blinds. Audio created by Robert Nichol AudioProductions London 1999 all rights reserved not BBC not ISIS not Clipper Audio not Recorded Books not Naxos Audiobooks not Pearson but Robert Nichol AudioProductions Shakespeare, William Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, J.R.R.Tolkien, Spike Milligan, Peter Cook & Dudley Moore, Westlife, Sid Vicious & Johnny Rotten and the Sex Pistols , and Orson Welles and Judy Geeson and Jan Francis AudioProductions London RNaudioproductionsnot BBC not ISIS not Clipper Audio not Recorded Books not Naxos Audiobooks not Pearson but Robert Nichol AudioProductions Shakespeare, William Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, J.R.R.Tolkien, Spike Milligan, Peter Cook & Dudley Moore, Westlife, Sid Vicious & Johnny Rotten and the Sex Pistols , and Orson Welles and Judy Geeson and Jan Francis AudioProductions London RNaudioproductions Robert Nichol AudioProductions Londonnot BBC not ISIS not Clipper Audio not Recorded Books not Naxos Audiobooks not Pearson but Robert Nichol AudioProductions Shakespeare, William Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, J.R.R.Tolkien, Spike Milligan, Peter Cook & Dudley Moore, Westlife, Sid Vicious & Johnny Rotten and the Sex Pistols , and Orson Welles and Judy Geeson and Jan Francis AudioProductions London RNaudioproductionsnot BBC not ISIS not Clipper Audio not Recorded Books not Naxos Audiobooks not Pearson but Robert Nichol AudioProductions Shakespeare, William Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, J.R.R.Tolkien, Spike Milligan, Peter Cook & Dudley Moore, Westlife, Sid Vicious & Johnny Rotten and the Sex Pistols , and Orson Welles and Judy Geeson and Jan Francis AudioProductions London RNaudioproductions Robert Nichol AudioProductions London

here ya go.. only the song..:) i hade to buy the whole album on Itunes to get this song.... :) great song that appears in 411 - 911 skate vid... Lyrics: Stranger inside my skin, Cloaked in mystery, Threatens me from within, Unyielding enemy. Lurking in the cavern Deep within my mind, Thoughts of the betrayer burn, Impossible to bind. Chorus: Curse of Adam's flesh and blood Still alive in me. Inheritance of mortal rage, Unholy destiny. Rescue me from myself, The traitor in my heart, Crucify the lord of sin, Tear my will apart. Master of self-deceit, Whispering dark lies; Strategy for self-defeat Bleeds my spirit dry. Foul air of discontent Stirring in my face, Breath of the malevolent, Pallor of disgrace. [Chorus] Eye to eye and toe to toe, I face my unrelenting foe. [Chorus] Enjoy! And Merry Christmas!

A masterpiece! Carlo Maria Giulini The Don Eberhard Wachter Anna Joan Sutherland Elvira Elisabeth Schwarzkopf Idiot guy Luigi Alba DONNA ELVIRA a Donn'Anna Non ti fidar, o misera, Di quel ribaldo cor; Me già tradì quel barbaro, te vuol tradir ancor. DONNA ANNA e DON OTTAVIO (Cieli, che aspetto nobile, Che dolce maestà! II suo pallor, le lagrime M'empiono di pietà.) DON GIOVANNI a parte; Donna Elvira ascolta La povera ragazza È pazza, amici miei; Lasciatemi con lei, Forse si calmerà. DONNA ELVIRA Ah non credete al perfido! DON GIOVANNI È pazza, non badate. DONNA ELVIRA Restate ancor, restate! DONNA ANNA e DON OTTAVIO A chi si crederà? DONNA ANNA, DON OTTAVIO, DON GIOVANNI Certo moto d'ignoto tormento Dentro l'alma girare mi sento Che mi dice, per quell'infelice, Cento cose che intender non sa. DONNA ELVIRA Sdegno, rabbia, dispetto, spavento Dentro l'alma girare mi sento, Che mi dice, di quel traditore, Cento cose che intender non sa. DON OTTAVIO a Donn'Anna Io di qua non vado via Se non so com'è l'affar. DONNA ANNA a Ottavio Non ha l'aria di pazzia II suo tratto, il suo parlar. DON GIOVANNI (Se m'en vado, si potrìa Qualche cosa sospettar.) DONNA ELVIRA a Donn'Anna e Ottavio Da quel ceffo si dovrìa La ner'alma guidicar. DON OTTAVIO a Don Giovanni Dunque quella?... DON GIOVANNI È pazzarella. DONNA ANNA Dunque quegli?... DONNA ELVIRA È un traditore. DON GIOVANNI Infelice! DONNA ELVIRA Mentitore! DONNA ANNA e DON OTTAVIO Incomincio a dubitar. Passano dei contadini DON GIOVANNI Zitto, zitto, che la gente Si raduna a noi d'intorno; Siate un poco più prudente, Vi farete criticar. DONNA ELVIRA Non sperarlo, o scellerato, Ho perduta la prudenza; Le tue colpe ed il mio stato Voglio a tutti palesar. DONNO ANNA e DON OTTAVIO Quegli accenti sì sommessi, Quel cangiarsi di colore, Son indizi troppo espressi Che mi fan determinar.

Artist: Atreyu Title: Demonology and Heartache Album: The Curse Year: 2004 Lyrics: So unaffectionate So insecure You claim to know, a thing or two about heartache And what its like, to have your insides pulled out And I believe you! I see it every time, your pallbearers pallor is Obscured by the darkness (The darkness) Dancing across your face (Across your face) And when the blackness veils, your eyes, in pain. I know what its like when memories make you wince And love letter read like obituaries And photo albums, are the books of the dead I need no reminders (No more reminders) Ill forget the past and lay it to rest! If I had my way Id cut The calluses off your off your breaking heart If I could get past the sternum Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you Im holding your heart in my hands The reason it still beats! Am I being too cryptic? Am I being too obscure? Am I being too cryptic? Am I being too obscure? Love kills! Romance is dead! And I dont even trust myself, but I love you! And you can pull my wings apart And pin me down under glass until the end of days! If it can help you discover that we share the same pain! I just hope you write your thesis before Your subject is dead No life after death! If I had my way Id cut The calluses off your Off your breaking heart If I could get past the sternum Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you Im holding your heart in my hands The reason it still beats! If I had my way Id cut The calluses off your Off your breaking heart If I could get past the sternum Cauterize those wounds with every kiss I could give to you Im holding your heart in my hands The reason it still beats!