Mine own heart.

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down.

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down.

Lesley-Anne, and your pretty white beads;
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again.
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for, --

Edward, see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night.

A woman said, "I know my son is dead,
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head."

Hindley wakes, and Hindley says;
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says,
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone,"

But fresh lilac moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death;
Fresh lilac moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death.

Hindley wakes, and says;
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says,
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done!"

But this is no easy ride,
For a child cries,

Oh, find me...
Find me, nothing more;
We are on a sullen misty moor;
We may be dead and we may be gone,
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die;
This is no easy ride;
We will haunt you when you laugh.
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep,
You might sleep,
You might sleep,
But you will never dream.
Oh, you might sleep
But you will never dream;
You might sleep
But you will never dream.

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for!
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for!

Oh, find me, find me!
Find me!
I'll haunt you when you laugh,
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh;
You might sleep
But you will never dream.
Oh...
Over the moors, I'm on the moor;
Oh, over the moor,
Oh, the child is on the moor.

Cuerpo y Alma

Alma al aras alas que pasan
del ave que en vuelo anda,
ama el alma en mantra.
Alma del lugar noche y fogata,
hazte luz y el fuego en llama --
llama al alma y canta.

Canta - canta y ama vive en cuerpo y alma,
Canta - sol de la naturaleza llama;

Alma que al tramar tramas en mantras
haz que el luz aves alas as
salve al cuerpo y alma.
Alma nombre a Dios o al que es amigo
fiel en sí y a uno mismo,
voz del cuerpo y alma:

Canta - pensamiento y ama el alma en mantra,
canta - que en el cuerpo un templo guarda al alma.

" ... Teaching ambition to support
The family superstition ... "

- Lauryn Hill, The Mystery of Iniquity

Pneumonia

Get over the sorrow girl.
The world is always going to be
Made of this.
You can't trust in it
Unless you
Breathe in
Bravely...

I adore how you
Simply
Surrender to
High - - -

And your lungs,
They're mournin',
Teepee-style.

All the still-born love that --
That could have happened,
All the moments you should have embraced,
All the moments you should have not locked up;
Understand,
So clearly,
To shut yourself up
Would be
The hugest crime of them all.
You're just crying after all.
It's the hugest crime after all,
To not want them humans around anymore.

Get over that sorrow girl.