A cover of Murders by Miracle Musical

Lyrics!

He was in the forest looking to see the trees
But none were there
He found a girl
She found the Erlking (the lover)
They were in the white wood
Gamboling out to picnic
In the light leaves broke above
Then fell below
I was in the middle ground
Looking to find the flowers in the garden
Wearying of the hate me, hate me not
Wait they forgot
Woe, oh the rot
Deeper in they crept
Oblivious of the bears and darker terrors
Or none were there
How did they dare
I was in the middle ground
Looking to find the fountain of infinite mirror
Tree falling, no one would hear
Shadow of nobody there
Murders of murderers living in fear of it
Owls on the night watch
Solemn and easily wise to what we thought
They thought above
Sound broke below
They were in the black wood
Coveting indiscreetly her for him
Or him for her
Shown what they were
I was in the middle ground
Looking to find the fountain of infinite mirror
Tree falling, no one would hear
Shadow of nobody there
Murders of murderers living in fear of it
I was in the clearing
Buzzing around to hearing
But the bees and birds who knew the words
Soon arrived the twilight
Finally the night and day remembered
How they came to be
All for nothing at all
All for nothing at all
With something to do
I was in the forest looking to see the trees
But none were there

Murders - Single

Murders

I wear women's underwear
And then I go to strike a pose in my full length mirror
I cross my legs just like a queer
But my libido is strong when a lady is near, ya
What defines a straight man's straight?
Is it the boxer in the briefs or a 12 ounce steak?
I tell you what a women loves most
It's a man who can slap but can also stroke
Goin' in the wind is an eddy of the truth and it's naked
It's verbatim and it's shakin'
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no more gettin' elated
No more listless invitations
I live by a hospital
And every day I go out walking past it's sickly windows
I see people dying there
But my tender age makes it hard to care
Incinerator and a big smoke stack
It's a phallic symbol and it makes me laugh
All I need is a heart attack
C'mon, humble my bones with a Cardiac
Goin' in the wind is an eddy of the truth and it's naked
It's verbatim and it's shakin'
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no more gettin' elated
No more listless invitations
For the love of fuck
For the sake of Pete
Did you ever really think you'd love a guy like me?
I am the rooster in the morning
I'm the cock of the day
I'm the boxer in the briefs
I'm a 12 ounce steak
Eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-oh, eh-oh
Ya, it's verbatim
And ya, and it's naked
And ya, and it's shakin'
It shakes, shakes, shakes

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Lyrics:

When evening comes up like a siren
And orange starts bleeding and fades into blue
And your veins trace the curves of your body
You wish that somebody would cut us in two

When it's, in your blood but you think it's in your mind
And you try not to face it, cuz boy would you hate it
If I spilled out the truth and said your sorries don't mean shit to me now
And I think it's funny how

To me, the aces up your sleeve, are turning all the games
But who will count their worth? When you're not here to see
When you're not here to see

And all of the time you spent wasting
From chasing an image that you'll never hold
When we cut magazines in your basement
And wished for the faces of famous people

And it's, in your smile but you think that you can hide
All the fear that's been chasing your mind it's been racing
And when our castle crumbles, well I hope that you get stuck in the door
Choke on your metaphors and believe that

To me, the aces up your sleeve, are turning all the games
But who will count their worth? When you're not here to see
And underneath the weight, of who you're trying to be
You burn at every mention, of what it does to me
When you're not here to see

Aces - Single

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E062 | Historians have used classical Ottoman texts to explore social issues such as sexuality, with compiled manuscripts from various literary genres often forming a data-mine for historical information. However, this type of selective reading has often distorted or obscured the original meaning and context of literary works. Sometimes, texts that appear erotic or sexual in nature such as gazel could have been intended for an entirely different purpose. In this episode, Dr. Selim Kuru examines the concepts of mahbub peresti (worship of the beloved) and gulâm pâregi (pederasty) and various motifs concerning male beauty in the shehrengiz (Gibb's "city-thrillers") genre in search of a more contextualized approach these would-be erotic texts. - See more at: http://www.ottomanhistorypodcast.com/2012/08/boys-god-and-beauty-approaching-sex-and.html#sthash.kCDvzZoR.dpuf

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