EMILIE AUTUMN lyrics - Opheliac

Marry Me

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Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when I was in his bed, and my father had sold me I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded And when I am buried at least I was married I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed Especially since I'll soon be dead Marry me, he said, god, he's ugly, but fortune is ours Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh So that I can pretend that I'm menstru...well, unavailable My life is arranged but this union's deranged So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed Especially since I'll soon be dead When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger Or at least until husband finds someone younger Yes, fertilization is part of my station I laugh as he drabs me in anticipation Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's! But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed Especially since I'll soon be dead What beautiful things I'll wear What beautiful dresses and hair I'm lucky to share his bed So why do I wish I was...

Fixing Her Hair

ANI DIFRANCO "Imperfectly"
She's looking in the mirror She's fixing her hair And I touch my head to feel What isn't there She's humming a melody We learned in grade school She's so happy And I think This is not cool 'Cause I know the guy She's been talking about I have met him before And I think What is this beautiful beautiful woman settling for? She bends her breath When she talks to him I can see her features begin to blur As she pours herself Into the mold he made for her And for everything he does She has a way to rationalize She says he don't mean what he do She tells me he called to apologize He says he loves her He says he's changing And he can keep her warm And so she sits there like America Suffering through slow reform But she'll never get back the time And the years sneak by One by one She is still playing the martyr I am still praying for revolution And she still doesn't have what she deserves But she wakes up smiling every day She never really expected more That's just not the way we are raised And I say to her, You know, There's plenty of really great men out there But she doesn't hear me She's looking in the mirror She's fixing her hair

Building A Mystery

SARAH MCLACHLAN "Surfacing"
you come out at night that's when the energy comes and the dark side's light and the vampires roam you strut your rasta wear and your suicide poem and a cross from a faith that died before Jesus came you're building a mystery you live in a church where you sleep with voodoo dolls and you won't give up the search for the ghosts in the halls you wear sandals in the snow and a smile that won't wash away can you look out the window without your shadow getting in the way oh you're so beautiful with an edge and a charm but so careful when I'm in your arms [chorus] 'cause you're working building a mystery holding on and holding it in yeah you're working building a mystery and choosing so carefully you woke up screaming aloud a prayer from your secret god you feed off our fears and hold back your tears give us a tantrum and a know it all grin just when we need one when the evening's thin oh you're a beautiful a beautiful fucked up man you're setting up your razor wire shrine [chorus] [repeat chorus]

The Man In Black

JOHNNY CASH "Man In Black"
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black Why you never see bright colors on my back And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town I wear it for the prisoner who is long paid for his crime But is there because he's a victim of the times I wear the black for those who've never read Or listened to the words that Jesus said About the road to happiness through love and charity Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back Up front there ought to be a Man In Black I wear it for the sick and lonely old For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been Each week we lose a hundred fine young men And I wear it for the thousands who have died Believin' that the Lord was on their side I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died Believin' that we all were on their side Well, there's things that never will be right I know And things need changin' everywhere you go But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right You'll never see me wear a suit of white Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day And tell the world that everything's okay But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black

Man In Black

Cash Johnny "Hello I'm Johnny Cash"
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black, Why you never see bright colors on my back, And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone. Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on. I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down, Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town, I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime, But is there because he's a victim of the times. I wear the black for those who never read, Or listened to the words that Jesus said, About the road to happiness through love and charity, Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me. Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose, In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes, But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back, Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black. I wear it for the sick and lonely old, For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold, I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been, Each week we lose a hundred fine young men. And, I wear it for the thousands who have died, Believen' that the Lord was on their side, I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died, Believen' that we all were on their side. Well, there's things that never will be right I know, And things need changin' everywhere you go, But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right, You'll never see me wear a suit of white. Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day, And tell the world that everything's OK, But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back, 'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

Sleep

JOHN FRUSCIANTE "Enclosure"
Deep asleep Need some waking up Time can't see what he does to us Shadows fall asleep Thank you, thank you Mind and body breathe Thanks Bastard son is in my eyes It takes wholes of lives to see things right I'm the opening of tides There is open and there's open from the other side Intertwined one in another goes Reassigned souls in flattened time Sad as we are blind I love you, I love you As ifs actual The pains flows through Swelling space inside a window Something's there when "God" and "oh" share height or rate In the old Encino term There is one who separates, in between and low as dirt Living scene It's what goes up and down Along a street inner vision only sees Ahh place me there I'm with you, I'm with you Life takes me anywhere The blues we share And duration builds its climb You can count on me to darken light In the fields of flowers burned There is one down below, straight beneath who never learns In a need you peel the self from the bones I say Irritate til you're not needed anymore It's war Living things have a meaning all their own Breathing sings to the soul like Marian Anderson

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