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On Monsieur's Departure
03:16
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I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be suppress.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.
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2. |
Do Not Go Gentle
04:17
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Rage..
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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3. |
Spiders
05:15
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There are spiders on the walls, love
I can see them, clear as day
There are tigers on the floor, love
Can’t you make them go away?
There are horrors going on
Under my bed
I’ve got monsters in my head
Can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you hear them?
Don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you fear them?
There’s a killer on the run, love
I have seen it on the news
He’s coming with a gun, love
I could swear it, but not prove
There are horrors going on
Under my bed
I’ve got monsters in my head
Can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you hear them?
Don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you fear them?
Aaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaaah
There are horrors going on
Under my bed
There are horrors going on
inside my head
There are monsters like I said
Can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you hear them?
Don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you fear them?
Can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you see, can’t you hear them?
Don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you feel, don’t you fear them?
There are horrors going on
Under my bed
There are horrors going on
inside my head
There are monsters like I said
Haaaa
Haaaa
Haaaa
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From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were I have not seen
As others saw I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I lov’d I lov’d alone
Then in my childhood in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by
From the thunder, and the storm
And the cloud that took the form
Then, in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
Labada
Labada
Labada
When the rest of Heaven was blue
Of a demon in my view
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5. |
The Fault In Our Stars
05:03
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Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
A breathing machine attached to her nose
I never understood the universe
She is more clever and witty than she knows
And a fighter, I can tell says the nurse
But she only makes matters much worse
Maybe this is not the fault of a God?
And maybe Karma’s innocent too?
Maybe we’re all just locked behind bars?
Or could it be the fault’s in the stars?
Maybe it’s the fault in our stars
I stagger through hallways, but don’t know where to
I never understood the universe
Her nails are painted perfect in dark navy blue
The nine was a ten says the nurse
but that only makes it all worse
Maybe this is not the fault of a God?
And maybe Karma’s innocent too?
Maybe we’re all just locked behind bars?
Or could it be the fault’s in the stars?
Maybe it’s the fault in our stars
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Maybe this is not the fault of a God?
And maybe Karma’s innocent too?
Maybe we’re all just locked behind bars?
Or could it be the fault’s in the stars?
Maybe it’s the fault in our stars
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Are you okay?
Maybe it’s the fault in our stars
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Hildur Hoglind
Hildur Höglind is a musician and songwriter from Blekinge, Sweden, who has received both the STIM grant, the Blekinge culture grant and a grant from The Royal Swedish Academy of Music. It is clear that the lyrics are the focal point of Hildur’s work, but the melodies are not far behind; sometimes ethereal and serene, sometimes intense and fierce. Ideas, death and art inspire her songwriting. ... more
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