Quando O Sol Bater Na Janela Do Seu Quarto
he's brown bagging it tonight behind some tavern.
somebody wrecked his life, and i'll bet you it was his darlin'
somebody wrecked his life, and i'll bet you it was his darlin'
so he drank like a river when the wedding bells rang
watched from the steeple as the choir girls sang
died in a gutter on his feet and his hands...
the same hands that had once touched her face
well, he was nearly died when he returned to the town he'd come from
he's hanging out drinking beer with his brother-in-l
Lotto global 2666
1666... Theatre bizarre
Poet aesthetic
Misanthopic Art
1666... Theatre bizarre
Architect lunatic
A sun above the stars
1666... Theatre bizarre
Poet aesthetic
Misanthopic Art
1666... you love the bizarre
Architect lunatic
A sun above the stars.
Unveil the hearth of bizarre,
Behind the theatre bars
Unlock the wood carven sliding door
Feel deeply the loss of Moliere
Into a hall almost unreal
Each step encloses... a hidden secret
Bizarre scenery
Bizarre scenery
cunning shadows unfold gracefully the red long-pile carpet
On which it was the custom in olden days
To curtsey to Louis the XIV a half turned reverence.
On the walls... enchantress embroidery
Courteous courtezan and gentle marquess.
The haunted and forgotten spirits of masquerade surround you
Abandoned in the endless gallery of the Louvre museum.
1666... Theatre bizarre
Poet aesthetic
Misanthopic Art
1666... you love the bizarre
Architect lunatic
A sun above the stars
Fall asleep, scornful failure
Fatigued by the lapse of weakness of this gothic structure
Suddenly in the ultimate antechamber of separation
At the confines of this mysterious maze
A sharp voice escapes the groove and calls upon me
Welcome in the bosom of the family, son De L'Argiliere
Establish home in the theatre bizarre
Where contemptuous is synonym of illusory
...And remember to answer the calls of the theatre bizarre