Emilie je americká zpěvačka, houslistka a také módní návrhářka ( své modely si vyrábí sama). Svůj hudební styl sama nazvala jako "victoriandustrial" , dal by se to charakterizovat jako alternativní elektronika s gothic rockem, punkem i...
Píseň: Homesick Sonnets
- Interpret:
- Emilie Autumn
- Album:
- Your Sugar Sits Untouched
Sonnet I In times of warmth when love and comfort dear Have cast their blindless light upon my star, How is it that I wish to disappear And find myself again back where you are? Is it that home is only home with you? And how then did you earn your house that name When judged by years it’s relatively new? My home is not my home here just the same. And so I will be happy as I must Although without you sugar tastes as dust. Sonnet II What sweetened torture I endure each day When hour after hour passes by And still I feel so very far away From that which I desire - yes, thee and I Yet rosey is my sadness, for ere now, I never had pined after someone’s touch Nor eyes, nor lips, nor hands, nor raven brow And here I am missing almost too much. My paradox is that I weep at this While being glad I have a love to miss. Sonnet III Heartsick I have been this long, long day Heavy is my disposition, yet I smile and try my best to hide away The pain, the life, the love I can’t forget Sorry am I for the ones I fool They ask for nothing save my company And yet I cannot seem to break the rule That sayeth once I love twice bound I’ll be Alas, I often slip and to them show That far away my heart desires to go. Sonnet IV It seems only a moment past I listened to the dulcet tone Of thy too far off voice at last But now I find myself alone Yet, my eyes closed, I am not so For underneath my fingertips I feel your flesh, caressing slow, And hold thy tongue between my lips Past caring how forlorn it seems I’ll sleep to meet you in my dreams. Sonnet V A cold wind ravages my mind As though I were a blade of grass Which, rained upon, has been made blind And waits now for the storm to pass But, strange, the closer cometh I To travel’s end and your embrace The darker seems to go the sky The further off seemeth your face ‘Tis trying, when in pain, to rhyme ‘Tis harder still to measure Time.