Back To Black

Holy Devil · Jul 19, 2006

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Holy Devil · Jul 19, 2006

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Holy Devil · Jul 19, 2006

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sugared · Jul 19, 2006

Holy Devil said:
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Her stance reminds me of a bird.

Byron In Exile · Jul 19, 2006

Holy Devil said:
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This one is striking.

Whose work is it?

Byron In Exile · Jul 19, 2006

Holy Devil said:
"fade to black" is the name of metallica's song which I like very much

I made the first 30 seconds of it into a ringtone for my cellphone.

Lit doesn't allow mp3 attachments, but I can email it to you if you'd like. It's high quality, so a bit large (450k).

Byron In Exile · Jul 19, 2006

Ophelia:

To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
And dupp'd the chamber-door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.

By Gis and by Saint Charity,
Alack, and fie for shame!
Young men will do't, if they come to't;
By cock, they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promised me to wed.
So would I ha' done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.

I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I
cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
i' the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
good night, good night.

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Queen Gertrude:

One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow; your sister's drown'd, Laertes.

Laertes:

Drown'd! O, where?

Queen Gertrude:

There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.

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Holy Devil · Jul 20, 2006

Byron In Exile said:
I made the first 30 seconds of it into a ringtone for my cellphone.

Lit doesn't allow mp3 attachments, but I can email it to you if you'd like. It's high quality, so a bit large (450k).

I would very much love it. Will PM you my email addy. Thanks.