Traduzione: Hunter. Fantasmagoria.
Then darkness will cover the ungrateful crowd All will parish!!! So that no-one would doubt!!! So that no-one would doubt!!! Fantasmagoria, fantasmagoria... Fantasmagoria, fantasmagoria
["Phantasmagoria is a form of psychological disorder where the victim has visions of ghosts in his/her mind. These apparitions multiply, eventually driving
["phantasmagoria is a form of psychological disorder where the victim has visions of ghosts in his/her mind. these apparitions multiply, eventually driving
The croon starts at midnight to six pirate radio in the absyss open the door and listen listen so close so closely incatations of our own phantasmagoria
[Dorrian/Jehan/Jennings & Bianco] [Rowntree's Ad Lid into LSD.] [Here are four different versions of the lyrics of 'Phantasmagoria' that were] [send
Shadows fall in the places we used to play My toys have all been packed away The rocking horse rocks in its box A spinning top and Corporal Clott Are
Grimly fiendish Plays the game that never pays Sing out loud but never prayed Grimly fiendish Wears a coat thats black and long He doesn't know that
Stand in a line like a parking meter Am I all alone (he's all alone) A vision of mine is becoming clear Its all so new it can't be true Sometimes the
I know it's late and I should goto bed But I can't tear away from the night It holds the seed of a memory Its true of you When I first saw you I realised
If you can't sleep tonight And if a fever grips you tight Theres a place we must explore Open wide the door We may be the haunted men But we will hold
Don't be afraid to stand in the shadow of love The hour is late and you know that time waits for no-one See the glow of the soul in her face Then you
Fear grips your heart and you fight with all your might Into the distant light you keep your vision bright And the torch of love is a burning flame It
Dead asleep the city dreams Holding up its arms like limbs of steel Mountains rise like mounds of sand The boiling sea has swallowed up the land On
A mental inner vortex as possessions through a wolf's eye Envisioning the eclipse No longer to be blinded by a sunrise In this final benediction Confronted
From the enormous Dismal household In the ancestral Iced woods Of grey clouds And dead logs Terror fog rises above Surrounding The terrifying outcome
Malevolent creations whispering and crawling through the sky As the darkness falls deeper and deeper Noiseless atractions coming from below Faces
(Tim Buckley / Live at 'Greetings From Tim Buckley', tribute concert at St.Ann's Church, New York, April 26 1991) If a fiddler played you a song, my
