An artist is what is call'd the self the brush holdeth -
Though hath it then caringly caress'd the Canvas of tomorrow?
O Canvas! for thee I hold my tool - still passionless it quivereth
Minding not that my hands are more than apt;
My Muse,

Whe
Cat lyrics

I want you, Cat (3X)
I want you..

[Chubb Rock]
You're so soft and delicate, may I get, funky
(Funky!)  I'
re is hidden
The blue-hued arch'neath the High Heaven's rich emblazonry
The flowery meadow, embrac'd by the horizon -
snowflaked and aery mountains,
In which the barebreasted maidens dance to the lay o'midsummer,
Aloft the distant lazy flapping of the doves in vaingfore.

O C
There For Me lyrics

(feat. Sarah Brightman)
[Sarah:]
There for me, every time I've been away 
Will you be there for me, thinkin
nvas! wherefore canst thou these images not allow? -
I deem a projection of my Theatre they sould be! -
Then, I challenge thee the wisdom of naysaying the yearns o'mine -
What is this unforeseen that not enjoyneth light
shades to be skillfully painted?

The raven sky prey'd o
Every Planet We Reach Is Dead lyrics


I lost my leg like I lost my way
So no loose sounds
Nothing to see me down
How are we going to work this out?

D
n by the snowfill'd, blustery clouds
Unadorned the meadow - hunger driveth the wolf out of the wood,
The maidens chained and whipped within a dreary dungeon -
And, fo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave;
"The Devil is as Black as He Painteth" -
O Canvas! wherefore?...