Goodnight, sweet ladies

Goodnight, sweet friends

You lie but sleeping

Someday we will meet again

With rosemary green and bright

You’re not forgotten. Eternal night

Won’t fade your memory, dim your light

You’ve made a difference, you’ve won your fight

We lift our branches, and though we weep

No death could conquer, you only sleep

Goodnight, sweet ladies

Goodnight, sweet friends

You lie but sleeping

Someday we will meet again

Let no voice falter, let die no flame

Let all remember your every name

Let faces turn to the starry sky

Let songs be heard ’til our throats are dry

Goodnight, sweet ladies

Goodnight, sweet friends

Goodnight, sweet ladies

Goodnight, sweet friends

Goodnight, sweet ladies

Goodnight, sweet friends

Goodnight…

Goodnight…

[…]

If I burn,
you will see the fire in your mind when you sleep
and if I rise up in smoke around your eyes,
you’ll know it’s me…
The rain won’t wash away the ashes underneath your nails this day
doesn’t matter where you go or what you do, 
cause if I burn, so will you

[…]

Italics are Emily-with-a-y’s lyrics. Normal are Thomson’s lyrics.

[…]

Is that a camera?
Yes, it is […???]

[…] 

Well, are you very good at sitting still?
Why do you ask?
For if you’re not, then,
We’ll have to clamp your head in place. 
You really do that?
You’d be surprised how often […had enough of clamps?]

I don’t understand.
He doesn’t, does he…
What are all these bruises?
Doesn’t he know where he is?
These lacerations… may I look? 
What’s all this for?

Why is she here?
She doesn’t seem to be insane at all…
Would you allow me to place these flowers in your hair?

He seems so nervous [or servous, I’m not sure]
Pardon me…
He’s very pretty
There now… 
Better then by far
Should we hide the scars?
The scar is beautiful

I’m like Ophelia once again.
Is it never over, will it never end?
What accounts for […]
 

[…]

Black, black is love’s potion
We drink, we drink from its wells
And in their name, let’s drink to true love
For a toad and a scorpion fell
Yes, in their name, let’s drink to true love 
For true love can break the spell (for true love can break the spell) 

Awake from your dream, frog maiden
Skin green as the emerald sea
Let me tell you a tale of a love that did fail
Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion’s tail.

She blushed as she walked by the water
Having known him the evening before
She liked how he spoke, but aware of his poke
Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion’s tail.

Oh love, it is fresh and green, my love
How quickly we forget the sting, my love
What a pretty and dangerous line, my love
What bitter yet delicious wine, my love

With a prick of his prick he surprised her
Shell red as the rose in his teeth
“Fair maiden, join me. Let us ride out to sea”
Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion’s tail.

She pondered if his love was poison
But he pricked her so gently she swooned
His words were like wine as their fates intertwined
Prick, prick, prick! Goes the scorpion’s tail.

Oh love, it is fresh and green, my love
How quickly we forget the sting, my love
What a pretty and dangerous line, my love
What bitter yet delicious wine, my love

She offered her back white demurely
He climbed and they swam out to sea
She stroked at she smiled, and his stinger went wild
Prick!  Prick!  Prick!  Prick! 
Prick!  Prick!  Prick!  Prick!
Prick!  Prick!  Prick!  
Goes the scorpions tail.

Black, black is love’s potion.
Take heed, take heed of the thorns.
Don’t spring when it stings
Remember that you were warned. Come

Drink!  Drink!  Drink!  Drink!  
Drink!  Drink!  Drink!  Drink! 
Drink!  Drink!  Drink!  Drink! 
Drink!  Drink!  Drink!  Drink! 
Drink!  Drink!  Drink! 
A cup of my scorn! 

I believe this is the “Tea Will Rock You” lyric flier that was handed out during a concert, which the audience used to sing to Emilie right before the Rat Game.  

Emilie posted it some time ago on Twitter

~

What will I remember
what will I forget
when this life is ending and gone
what will I regret
if tomorrow I don’t wake up
what happens
my sunrise or sunset?
If I never were born
if I never died
would it even matter at all
what should I decide
I always imagined I’d mean something to someone
if I won’t ‘least I tried
When my body suffers
when to breathe is pain
is it really madness to think, think of breaking this chain…
Is the future mine
lord knows I have a past
where’s my second chapter
or will my first also be my last…
Is my story over if I fall asleep
would anybody find me, and would anybody weep?
I can’t even pretend I care…
but songs I’ll never sing…now, that means something…yes, that means something…