Where The Ancient Laurel Grows Lyrics
| Song | Where The Ancient Laurel Grows |
| Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
| Album | Have You Seen This Ghost? |
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| [00:59.66] | I wish that he and I |
| [01:02.93] | at least once in a While |
| [01:05.87] | had something small in common ... |
| [01:09.20] | a secret, |
| [01:10.44] | if you like. |
| [01:12.42] | But there's no common ground here, |
| [01:15.19] | not a single thing we share, |
| [01:18.29] | on the same Planet we live, |
| [01:21.64] | but in two different Worlds. |
| [01:54.22] | He clearly did not like me, |
| [01:57.19] | that part was plain to see, |
| [02:00.52] | the very moment that he laid his grey Eyes on me, |
| [02:06.86] | His buff, muscular body |
| [02:09.35] | like the old cliché Marine, |
| [02:12.85] | Oh, not too many times before |
| [02:16.39] | (thank goodness) have I seen... |
| [02:19.34] | So much contemp on a single white Man's face, |
| [02:24.93] | his Fists were cluteched so tightly that his brute fingernails |
| [02:31.95] | left bleeding Marks in the rouch palms on his Hands...- |
| [02:37.84] | all just to ensure that we would never become friends! |
| [03:10.37] | If I felt like jesting now, |
| [03:12.75] | which, believe me, I am not, |
| [03:15.88] | I might compare his red face to a boiling teapot, |
| [03:22.17] | or an old Locomotive, |
| [03:25.55] | far too quickly building up steam, |
| [03:28.57] | its mightly Kettle seen to expolode, if he finds no quick Release. |
| [03:37.41] | Do you think it's strange of me to hope someday he will marry me, |
| [03:44.17] | or at least feel the strongest need to hold me when I fall & bleed? |
| [03:51.17] | Oh, I wish that he and I were just a little more alike, |
| [03:56.92] | or had a tiny Thing in common ...- oh, wouldn't that be nice... |
| [04:04.77] | Yes, he sleeps nakedly, while I always sleep fully dressed. |
| [04:10.20] | He is full of Life, I am mostly depressed. |
| [04:16.53] | I guess, that's why I wish that he would want to take a walk with me |
| [04:22.88] | through lonely Fields of Sorrow, the only place I've ever seen... |
| [04:35.78] | In vagued Daydreams I'm dreaming about Stains of his Semen, |
| [04:40.62] | put precisely on me, more as a ... "theory". |
| [04:48.46] | Sometimes I wish that He would fondly think of me |
| [04:54.56] | each time he strokes his Penis...- or when the Clock strickes Three. |
| [00:59.66] | I wish that he and I |
| [01:02.93] | at least once in a While |
| [01:05.87] | had something small in common ... |
| [01:09.20] | a secret, |
| [01:10.44] | if you like. |
| [01:12.42] | But there' s no common ground here, |
| [01:15.19] | not a single thing we share, |
| [01:18.29] | on the same Planet we live, |
| [01:21.64] | but in two different Worlds. |
| [01:54.22] | He clearly did not like me, |
| [01:57.19] | that part was plain to see, |
| [02:00.52] | the very moment that he laid his grey Eyes on me, |
| [02:06.86] | His buff, muscular body |
| [02:09.35] | like the old cliche Marine, |
| [02:12.85] | Oh, not too many times before |
| [02:16.39] | thank goodness have I seen... |
| [02:19.34] | So much contemp on a single white Man' s face, |
| [02:24.93] | his Fists were cluteched so tightly that his brute fingernails |
| [02:31.95] | left bleeding Marks in the rouch palms on his Hands... |
| [02:37.84] | all just to ensure that we would never become friends! |
| [03:10.37] | If I felt like jesting now, |
| [03:12.75] | which, believe me, I am not, |
| [03:15.88] | I might compare his red face to a boiling teapot, |
| [03:22.17] | or an old Locomotive, |
| [03:25.55] | far too quickly building up steam, |
| [03:28.57] | its mightly Kettle seen to expolode, if he finds no quick Release. |
| [03:37.41] | Do you think it' s strange of me to hope someday he will marry me, |
| [03:44.17] | or at least feel the strongest need to hold me when I fall bleed? |
| [03:51.17] | Oh, I wish that he and I were just a little more alike, |
| [03:56.92] | or had a tiny Thing in common ... oh, wouldn' t that be nice... |
| [04:04.77] | Yes, he sleeps nakedly, while I always sleep fully dressed. |
| [04:10.20] | He is full of Life, I am mostly depressed. |
| [04:16.53] | I guess, that' s why I wish that he would want to take a walk with me |
| [04:22.88] | through lonely Fields of Sorrow, the only place I' ve ever seen... |
| [04:35.78] | In vagued Daydreams I' m dreaming about Stains of his Semen, |
| [04:40.62] | put precisely on me, more as a ... " theory". |
| [04:48.46] | Sometimes I wish that He would fondly think of me |
| [04:54.56] | each time he strokes his Penis... or when the Clock strickes Three. |
| [00:59.66] | I wish that he and I |
| [01:02.93] | at least once in a While |
| [01:05.87] | had something small in common ... |
| [01:09.20] | a secret, |
| [01:10.44] | if you like. |
| [01:12.42] | But there' s no common ground here, |
| [01:15.19] | not a single thing we share, |
| [01:18.29] | on the same Planet we live, |
| [01:21.64] | but in two different Worlds. |
| [01:54.22] | He clearly did not like me, |
| [01:57.19] | that part was plain to see, |
| [02:00.52] | the very moment that he laid his grey Eyes on me, |
| [02:06.86] | His buff, muscular body |
| [02:09.35] | like the old cliché Marine, |
| [02:12.85] | Oh, not too many times before |
| [02:16.39] | thank goodness have I seen... |
| [02:19.34] | So much contemp on a single white Man' s face, |
| [02:24.93] | his Fists were cluteched so tightly that his brute fingernails |
| [02:31.95] | left bleeding Marks in the rouch palms on his Hands... |
| [02:37.84] | all just to ensure that we would never become friends! |
| [03:10.37] | If I felt like jesting now, |
| [03:12.75] | which, believe me, I am not, |
| [03:15.88] | I might compare his red face to a boiling teapot, |
| [03:22.17] | or an old Locomotive, |
| [03:25.55] | far too quickly building up steam, |
| [03:28.57] | its mightly Kettle seen to expolode, if he finds no quick Release. |
| [03:37.41] | Do you think it' s strange of me to hope someday he will marry me, |
| [03:44.17] | or at least feel the strongest need to hold me when I fall bleed? |
| [03:51.17] | Oh, I wish that he and I were just a little more alike, |
| [03:56.92] | or had a tiny Thing in common ... oh, wouldn' t that be nice... |
| [04:04.77] | Yes, he sleeps nakedly, while I always sleep fully dressed. |
| [04:10.20] | He is full of Life, I am mostly depressed. |
| [04:16.53] | I guess, that' s why I wish that he would want to take a walk with me |
| [04:22.88] | through lonely Fields of Sorrow, the only place I' ve ever seen... |
| [04:35.78] | In vagued Daydreams I' m dreaming about Stains of his Semen, |
| [04:40.62] | put precisely on me, more as a ... " theory". |
| [04:48.46] | Sometimes I wish that He would fondly think of me |
| [04:54.56] | each time he strokes his Penis... or when the Clock strickes Three. |
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