"i pray that the world never runs out of dragons. i say that in all sencerity, though i have played a part in the death of one great wyrm. for the dragon is the quintessential enemy, the greatest foe, the unconquerable epitome of devastation. the dragon, above all other creatures, even the demons and devils, evokes images of our imagination."
"for what are we left with if there remains no mystery? what hope might find if we know all the answers?
no, i would not want to live in a world without dragons, as i would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and taht is a world without faith."
pg 383 of Streams of Silver by r.a. salvatore
I'll Fall With Your Knife
To the crowd
To the world
You were so dry
And with the token bird I made
Send it to fly right to your side
With the broken wing you sailed
Oh like winter in July
A barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood
To wash on you
It's here I'll be with you
Well if the birds can reach the sky
To this land I'll be with you
'Til the sun bursts from your side
With my hands I reach to you
When you think your chance is passing by
When you blow your moon away
I'll bleed like the reed
Fall with your knife
It's here I'll be with you
I'll fall
by peter murphy
THE DAY I TRIED TO LIVE
I woke the same as any other day
Except a voice was in my head
It said seize the day, pull the trigger
Drop the blade, and watch the rolling heads
The day I tried to live
I stole a thousand beggar's change
And gave it to the rich
The day I tried to win
I dangled from the power lines
And let the martyrs stretch
Singing
One more time around might do it
One more time around might make it
One more time around might do it
One more time around
The day I tried to live
Words you say never seem
To live up to the ones inside your head
The lives we make never seem
To ever get us anywhere but dead
The day I tried to live
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs
I woke the same as any other day you know
I should have stayed in bed
The day I tried to win
I wallowed in the blood and mud with
All the other pigs
And I learned that I was a liar
Just like you
Flogging Molly Lyrics
Drunken Lullabies
Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught
Or maybe it`s the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin
For each kiss is a cry we all lost
Though there is nothing left to gain
But for the banshee that stole the grave
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
I sit in and dwell on faces past
Like memories seem to fade
No colour left but black and white
And soon will all turn grey
But may these shadows rise to walk again
With lessons truly learnt
When the blossom flowers in each our hearts
Shall beat a new found flame
Flogging Molly Lyrics
Drunken Lullabies
Must it take a life for hatful eyes
To glisten once again
Five hundred years like Gelignite
Have blown us all to hell
What savior rests while on his cross we die
Has the Shepard led his lambs astray
to the bigot and the gun
Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
I watch and stare as Rosin's eyes
Turn a darker shade of red
And the bullet with this sniper lie
In their bloody gutless cell
Must we starve on crumbs from long ago
Through these bars of men made steel
Is it a great or little thing we fought
Knelt the conscience blessed to kill
days of sorrow fade away
will just come back to hurt me another day
days of joy i know so few
just the ones i have spent with you
A man without a clue, in a war without a name,
No battle ever fought reared any fortune or fame.
Weaponless he stands, no one left at his side,
They've taken all he's had and now they want his pride.
His shallow wounds sting deep, his Family's demise,
A sword grazes his arm, he stifles back his cries.
A powerful blow he lands, a crushed skull strikes the ground,
He charges down the hill, the captain's tent he's bound.
A cloudy sky above, a blood soaked ground below,
Another skull he cracks, an archer fires low.
The shaft within his leg, fills his mind with pian,
His bloodlust urges on because the warrior's insane.
He barrels past the Guards, His fate's asleep inside,
A snapped neck end all grief, His nemesis has died.
His war is now complete, He cannot battle on,
A metal wound does land, the warrior is gone.
No One sheds a tear for the warrior thats' lost,
He's a casualty of war that has paid his final cost.
His spirits laid to rest, His vengeance has been done,
His war is now complete, the warrior has won.
well a other morning of waking and fighting sleep. oh wait... its the week end *does a silly dance and falls down.* i can go back to sleep