And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties
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Moukarimies
The Quaker City Night Hawks - Some of Adam's Blues
Avatar - Hail The Apocalypse (OV)
Sartarin tuli (ja kuinka sen koimme, 1/2)
Beethoven - Moonlight Sonata
Puppetmaster
Roadhouse
Pohjaton säkki
Kävin Rovaniemellä ja laitoin kädenjälkeni kylmään kiveen
Cat Pineapple Apple Cat
Cradle Of Filth - The Foetus Of A New Day Kicking [OV]
Kurks :3
David Bowie - Blackstar
Blood is Pavement (Marilyn Manson vid)
Meshuggah - I am Colossus
The Demon, the Angel, and Beauty (by Clark Ashton Smith) Poetry
Her Countenance
Enpäs nuggunudkaan 😹
Valuvat kissat
Pahan näköinen jalka
Mitäs hajoittaisi ensin? >:3
Chris Isaak - Wicked Game (OV)
Bridge, an american dream, hand is the cradler, blind crush...