MORE THINGS THAN ARE DREAMT OF

MORE THINGS THAN ARE DREAMT OF
Art by William Adolphe
BE PREPARED FOR THE UNUSUAL AND MACABRE

B L O O D and R O S E S

B L O O D  and  R O S E S
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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

HOT ANGELS: 'There Must Be An Angel' Eurythmics: Post 4

No-one on earth could feel like this.
I’m thrown and overblown with bliss.
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart.
I walk into an empty room
And suddenly my heart goes "boom"!
It’s an orchestra of angels
And they’re playing with my heart.
(must be talking to an angel)

No-one on earth could feel like this.
I’m thrown and overblown with bliss.
There must be an angel
Playing with my heart.
And when I think that I’m alone
It seems there’s more of us at home.
It’s a multitude of angels
And they’re playing with my heart.
(Chorus repeats)
I must be hallucinating
Watching angels celebrating.
Could this be reactivating
All my senses dislocating?
This must be a strange deception
By celestial intervention.
Leavin’ me the recollection
Of your heavenly connection. 



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HOT ANGELS: 'And The Angels Sing' Benny Goodman: Post 3


AND THE ANGELS SING
Benny Goodman

We meet, and the angels sing
The angels sing the sweetest song I ever heard
You speak, and the angels sing
Or am I breathing music into every word

Suddenly, the setting is strange
I can see water and moonlight beaming
Silver waves that break on some undiscovered shore - Then
Suddenly, I see it all change
Long winter nights with the candles gleaming
Through it all your face that I adore.

You smile, and the angels sing
And though it's just a gentle murmur at the start
We kiss, and the angels sing
And leave their music ringing in my heart. 




HOT ANGELS: 'Angel of the Morning' by Juice Newton: Post 2


There'll be no strings to bind your hands
not if my love can't bind your heart.
And there's no need to take a stand
for it was I who chose to start.
I see no need to take me home,
I'm old enough to face the dawn.

Just call me angel of the morning ANGEL
just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning ANGEL
then slowly turn away from me.

Maybe the sun's light will be dim
and it won't matter anyhow.
If morning's echo says we ve sinned,
well, it was what I wanted now.
And if we're the victims of the night,
I won't be blinded by light.

Just call me angel of the morning ANGEL
just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning ANGEL
then slowly turn away,
I won't beg you to stay with me
through the tears of the day,
of the years, baby baby baby.
Just call me angel of the morning ANGEL
just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.


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HOT ANGELS: Dark Angels: Post 1




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