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The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow - willow
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing all a green willow –

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If I Was a Blackbird

Silly Wizard

Wild & Beautiful

1981

And great was her scorn 
I offered to take her to Donnybrook Fair

And to buy her fine ribbons to tie up her hair
I offered to marry and to stay by her

choices, should I cave
Can I face myself giving in to what I crave
Do it by the book, if no one is there to look
What if I want to win by hook or crook
What

Discord that just breaks the brakes of stakes that someone pays for
This scorn – the enemy
And if someone chases the scorn
They will feel what it's like

Og'elend

Rakoth

Planeshift [Bonus CD]

And finally
I'm here standing by the walls, unseen
Vel'Xundussa failed once again, the spies are
Perfect But I am led by scorn and rage The
Spirit of rebellion

to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity oh no
Oh no oh no
Only he knows how to
Face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for

with an inborn fire,
His brow with scorn be wrung;
He never should bow down
to a domineering frown,
Or the tang of a tyrant tongue.

His foot should

fair maids,
A warning take by me
Never slight a young man, wherever you may be
For if you do, you're sure to rue
And cause him to complain
And you'll aye

My epitaph was etched the day I was born
Here lies a man filled with hatred and scorn
He achieved nothing from life until death
A waste of space,

thy bed thou seekest.
The greedy man, if his mind be vague, Will eat till sick he is;
The vulgar man, when among the wise, To scorn by his belly is

Icyomorthos
Icyomorthos

Tyrannical by nature
A hellish swarm abandoned by our god
A volcano built to scorn the earth

Bring insectile horror

The creature steps upon the fear and scorn
Of the souls marked by blood and denial
With a treat of destiny, yes, treat of destiny
Sent from the flames in

You try to run
But you can't escape yourself
A curse of torment
Trapped in for own hell
Swallowed by your pride
You're in pain and anxious
It's

clothes and expensive jewelry
I got a heart made of gold, motives be the purest
And they say hell have no fury like a woman's scorn
Fuck that, I'm

On the Shores of Ithaka

Quo Vadis

Day into Night

In our
Minds eye
Certainty
All powerful
Beyond blindness and fear
Confident
Fused with vanity,
Arrogant
Propelled by scorn.

Foresight

Mural Jr.

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Wave

2018

Marital norms unperformed but the porn survives
In the dorms of the scorn, they keep warm supplies
Gone to lose the use of tooth, horn and thigh
Farthest

they can both long remain
They can take you and leave you alone and insane.
But freedom's in sight, if the road in the night
Is lit by the light

All That Is Solid Melts Into Air (Words and Music by Peter Watts © 2022)

The world we are wedded to is tattered and torn
Courting the scorn

Where are we supposed to go?
In a place of lies haunted by your shadow?
Everyone's trying to get out somehow
Finding blindly their path until now

Pigs Fly

Domo Genesis

Bastard

2009

maturity won't be too mad at me
But if so, I'll take the scorn, indeed happily
Long as I can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Fatherless kids, orphans

won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up

to be rude as she mimic the moves of the Moulin Rouge. How is that she got me chasing her cat, as if I was Pepe LePew; consumed by the scent of her

hangs low and grey
We keep our questions far from scorn
For the fear of scaring off
That one thing that keeps us warm
What does it mean if I make you