"Come, heavy sleep" as written by Tony Bauer, George Arthur Kentros, Mikael Carl Marin, Mats Ove Anders Olofsson, Peter Olofsson and John Dowland....
Come heavy sleepe the image of true death
And close up these my weary weeping eyes
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath
And tears my hart with sorrows sigh swoln cries

Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul
That living dies, that living dies, that living dies
Till thou on me be stoule

Come and posses my tired thoughts worn soul
That living dies, that living dies, that living dies
Till thou on me be stoule

Come shape of rest and shadow of my end
Allied to death child to his blackfac'd, his blackfac'd night
Come thou and charme these rebels in my breast
Whose waking fancies doe my mind affright

O come sweet sleepe come or I die for ever
Come ere my last, comes come ere my last sleepe comes
Or come, or come never




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"Come Heavy Sleep" as written by John Dowland George Arthur Kentros

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    General CommentThis song is off of "Songs From the Labyrinth" and written by John Dowling.

    I am so sad, I would prefer to sleep.
    My heart is torn with sorrow.
    I’m tired, worn out and can’t handle this, so sleep—why don’t you take it instead.
    Let life be still in me.

    Come on, sleep.
    Just like death will make me forget, so will sleep—come and take this sadness away
    Because it’s driving me crazy
    So come on, sleep—if you don’t, I’ll die, so come or just forget it and never come
    sillybunnyon August 24, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThe siren, bright and beautiful today
    (These flights of mine that ever flew away …)
    Dare it now shatter with a drunken wing
    This hard, forgotten lake
    (This ice does cling!)

    When the child’s brow
    With torment flushing red
    Implores white dreams to shed their hazy veils
    Two sisters, tall and fair, approach his bed
    Whose fingers glint with silver-colored nails
    The bored rain god spills his irritation over
    Darkening the whole city with an icy shower

    Comes the charming evening
    Comes conspirator like on soft wolf tread

    The handsome knave of hearts and the queen of spades
    In cynical communion, review their defunct amours
    As they laugh and twirl
    Round the feet of a girl
    Like the spring

    His whole life, he had loved to read …


    [paraphrased poetry
    sillybunnyon September 14, 2006   Link
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    General CommentKnife—you were no knife
    But only the blue
    Toppling
    I would hold the sky …

    While I keep silence?
    What word to I utter?

    Dogs wax furious on days like this
    Let us share things between us
    No hard feelings?
    I was longing for a pee
    I’d left a damp spot where I sat
    Whereby the queen went under the awnings
    At the edge of the theater
    Where they are now installing a trap door!
    Struggling
    Not wanting to be lost
    Just like a miracle he puts his hand out to hers
    And just like a miracle, she smiles at him
    Just like a miracle

    [paraphrased poetry]
    sillybunnyon September 30, 2006   Link

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