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Chase the emerald fairy Around the Eiffel Tower of France Shadows swagger an acid dance Of Hollywood trances and diamond glances We’ll spout poetry beneath a glamoured moon amour Drink whiskey and absinthe by the gallons And wash it down with the finest wine Grown from sultry ***** countryside A poet’s star will drive jealousy mad In famous graveyards of prostitutes and prose Our night will be spent in gothic debauchery Eyes once spoke the tale of flesh and lust Pouting over torrentially voracious desires Decadence deceived promises Bewitched with voluptuous tongue The playwright types at his typewriter Typing funeral dirges of sitar and violin duels The contravention of dawn’s chorus Erupts behind curtains of pantomimes Charms lost in the end of magnificent performances Your whispers in my ear are the last I hope to hear The last beautiful gasp of breath I hope to hear Will be your whispers in my ear (*Death sits before his typewriter pounding keys in a ravenous lunatic frenzy electing the end to our story we have no contribution only dealt the parts we act upon and our scripts to speak*)
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC
Le Dramaturge (et le poète)
Chase the emerald fairy Around the Eiffel Tower of France Shadows swagger an acid dance Of Hollywood trances and diamond glances We’ll spout poetry beneath a glamoured moon amour Drink whiskey and absinthe by the gallons And wash it down with the finest wine Grown from sultry ***** countryside A poet’s star will drive jealousy mad In famous graveyards of prostitutes and prose Our night will be spent in gothic debauchery Eyes once spoke the tale of flesh and lust Pouting over torrentially voracious desires Decadence deceived promises Bewitched with voluptuous tongue The playwright types at his typewriter Typing funeral dirges of sitar and violin duels The contravention of dawn’s chorus Erupts behind curtains of pantomimes Charms lost in the end of magnificent performances Your whispers in my ear are the last I hope to hear The last beautiful gasp of breath I hope to hear Will be your whispers in my ear (*Death sits before his typewriter pounding keys in a ravenous lunatic frenzy electing the end to our story we have no contribution only dealt the parts we act upon and our scripts to speak*)
Suivez la fée émeraude fastly Autour de la Tour Eiffel de la France Ombres à pied une danse d'acide Des transes d'Hollywood et des regards de diamants Nous allons la poésie sous un bec de glamour moon Amour Buvez de whisky et l'absinthe par l'gallons Et le laver avec le meilleur vin Cultivé à partir de la campagne sensuelle ***** Star Un poète conduira jalousie folle Dans les cimetières célèbres de prostituées et de la prose Notre nuit sera passée dans la débauche gothique Yeux fois parlé de l'histoire de la chair et la convoitise boude plus voraces désirs torrentielle Décadence trompés promesses amoureux de la langue voluptueuse Le dramaturge écrit à sa machine à écrire Chants funèbres typage des duels de sitar et au violon La violation de choeur aurore Éclate derrière des rideaux de pantomimes Charms perdu dans la fin des spectacles magnifiques Votre murmure à mon oreille sont les derniers J'espère entendre Le dernier souffle de souffle belle J'espère entendre Sera votre murmure à mon oreille (* Mort est assis devant sa machine à écrire martelant les touches dans une frénésie folle voraces élire à la fin de notre histoire nous avons rien à dire ne portait que sur les pièces que nous agir sur et de nos scripts de parler *)
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Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC
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