Jul 2011
DRY your eye- Man, dry your eye!
The sun will rise from the night sky.
Stop your noise! Man! stop your noise!
Young bluds don't sleep they'll hear your voice
You can't vent! trust! You cant vent
Cause I was taught in Torment
to bottle my chest of melodies-
Dry your eye.
Head up! Look head up!
Over the blocks get unstuck
Fix up, fix up. No gutter now
On this plush planets crown
See me ! it's this silvery note
That cures the bad mans gloat
Dry your eye ! Man dry your eye !
The sun will rise from the night sky.
Bless, Bless, I'm out, Bless
I'm gone in the overcast grey-
Bless, Bless !
The sun will rise from the night sky.
Stop your noise! Man! stop your noise!
Young bluds don't sleep they'll hear your voice
You can't vent! trust! You cant vent
Cause I was taught in Torment
to bottle my chest of melodies-
Dry your eye.
Head up! Look head up!
Over the blocks get unstuck
Fix up, fix up. No gutter now
On this plush planets crown
See me ! it's this silvery note
That cures the bad mans gloat
Dry your eye ! Man dry your eye !
The sun will rise from the night sky.
Bless, Bless, I'm out, Bless
I'm gone in the overcast grey-
Bless, Bless !
This is a translation of John Keats Fairys Song
SHED no tear- O, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! O! Weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
Dry your eyes! Oh! Dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies-
Shed no tear.
Overhead! Look overhead!
'**** the blossoms white and red-
Look up, look up. I flutter now
On this flush pomegranate bough.
See me! 'tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man's ill.
Shed no tear! O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, Adieu- I fly, adieu,
I vanish in the heaven's blue-
Adieu, Adieu!
SHED no tear- O, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! O! Weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
Dry your eyes! Oh! Dry your eyes,
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies-
Shed no tear.
Overhead! Look overhead!
'**** the blossoms white and red-
Look up, look up. I flutter now
On this flush pomegranate bough.
See me! 'tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man's ill.
Shed no tear! O shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, Adieu- I fly, adieu,
I vanish in the heaven's blue-
Adieu, Adieu!
