A precious, mouldering pleasure 'tis to meet an antique book, in just the dress his century wore; a privilege, I think, His (venerable) hand to take,
If I had a daily bliss a somewhat cheerful view a silent grace I could perceive to grow as I pursued Then when, around midnight instead of wasted from
A wounded soul leaps highest I've heard the poet tell 'tis but the ecstasy of death and then the breath is still As I lay, defeated, I'm dying longing
Gazing at what could have been a lethal doze of her fertile pose what will all these inklings mean if I reveal how deep the spiral go Crystal fecund fancies
The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith the up and coming vendetta, the
[Ole Alexander Myrholt 2008] I bestow you my vilest dreams I awake on the verge of tears Let's take the lords name in vain let's take the highroad again
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] The promised land of joy leads me quite a chase shaping the vortex moonshine into another daemon aeon Caught in a crossfire of
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] Craving hands carved in my back If love was present I'd make it crack Cynical tripping from here to there
Reaching heights at the shores, only dreamt of before while the mountains rise tall in my view my poisoned heart beats, crystal water's at my feet as
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected only by the recession your sinful(glittering) eyes
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] Prudence kept the sun from shining bright prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night narcissistic
So many a glorious morn have I seen the sun gracing the mountain-tops with its light kissing with tender lips the meadows green gilding pale streams of
[Lyrics: Ole Alexander Myrholt] [Music: Tony Eugene Tunheim] Already wounded...I wonder if I would dare to be stabbed by the thorns of virtue Such a
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T. E. Tunheim] The vortex of addiction is out of square there are imaginary catchwords everywhere The ego-dolls reap the
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] Imagine the starry eyed audience chasing us through (the cold slop of) reality exhibited as mannequins (in
The heart seeks pleasure first and then, excuse from the deeds; and then, those awkward moments where the suffering exceed The wow echoes with the gust
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T. E. Tunheim] I beweep my foolish prudence, I beweep thy sick reluctancy chaos disguised as nought, accusing acquaintance
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] The artifice virginal air became the odour of sinful obsession we subsequently trespassed the boundaries